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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  this ain't no place for no hero; any
    #6

    the difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits

    Cortex wouldn’t have expected anything less from the other feline, to plunge straight into the water with no hesitation. Tigers are meant for the water, and they loved it. That’s why it was the obvious choice for him to shift into a tiger. It was such a good feeling to see the other big cat’s jaw drop at his shift from a lion to a tiger. Satisfying, one would say. It makes him grin broadly. “It’s my only saving grace,” he jokes. Unlike his new friend, whose whole family can all do the same magic trick, Cortex’s mother has magic, and his brother can manipulate darkness. So they could always one-up him in everything. It was different to encounter someone with the same abilities, even if he could only shift into a tiger.

    Cortex laughs when his new friend jokes about being a spy. @[Volos] is his name. Cortex turns it over in his head a few times, trying to make sure he would remember it. The last thing he wanted to do right now was make himself look stupid by having to ask for his new friend’s name again.

    Volos asks if he wants to continue swimming or would he rather hunt butterflies. He purses his lips together, contemplating the question. Now that he was a tiger, he could easily continue swimming and would be happy doing so. But getting out and chasing butterflies also sounded fun. “We can swim for a little bit longer,” he says, opting for a compromise between the two.

    He looks slightly confused by the next question, though. Where was he from? Well, to be honest, he didn’t really know a good answer for that. He didn’t know enough about Beqanna to know there were different lands. All he had ever known was the Meadow and now the Playground. “I am from nowhere,” he says, lifting up his chin out of the water and grinning haughtily. “Chew on that, spy!” He laughs and paddles hard for the opposite bank, glancing over his shoulder to see if Volos was following.

    When he climbs out of the water, he shakes himself as dry as he could. Then he turns and sits on the edge of the water, watching the other tiger. “Watch this!” he says. He shifts into a completely different cat this time, something not too commonly known, a rusty-spotted cat. It is the smallest of the wild feline species, no bigger than a house cat–smaller, in fact–with spots like a savannah cat and small, rounded ears. “Mew” he says in a very tiny, kitten voice, then laughs.

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    this ain't no place for no hero; any - by Volos - 12-04-2020, 10:28 PM
    RE: this ain't no place for no hero; any - by Cortex - 01-04-2021, 10:29 PM



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