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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


    Scary stories to tell in the dark // Any
    #3
    you’re off the edge of the map, mate.
    here there be monsters.

    The tiny creature, all legs and eyes, landed with a slap on a broad elephant ear. The green foliage hardly moved with the small weight of the thing. Acionna stepped slowly closer, afraid to blink lest she lose her quarry. It held perfectly still, thinking itself camouflaged green-on-green. She noted the narrow sides rising and falling rapidly, the little breaths that powered the mighty legs. 

    She was close enough. If she reached out, she could brush her nose and touch the shining creature, no doubt prompting another wild leap. It would be fun she thought, to give chase and run all over the island after the frog. Fun, but not kind. No doubt she could run much longer than a frog could hop. 

    So instead she came to a halt, and so slowly bent her legs beneath her scaled belly to watch the creature for a while. That had been her plan, anyway. The rushing crash of a follower proclaimed otherwise, startling the frog as much as the girl. She was back on her feet in an instant, the frog springing from it's perch for parts unknown. Catching a glimpse of that from the edge of her vision, Acionna sighed with disappointment as the newcomer broke from the brush. 

    "I was," she answered with a wry grin, taking in the sight of a stranger with as much fascination as she'd recently granted the frog. "Then I found something better." The gold and white girl bobbed her head in a cursory greeting, remembering vaguely that there was some politeness she was meant to observe. She'd never had a stranger to practice on, really. 

    The serious expression cracked underneath the weight of the moment, an uninhibited smile beaming out in its wake. She'd never been very good at serious.

    Acionna



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    RE: Scary stories to tell in the dark // Any - by Acionna - 05-27-2021, 07:15 PM



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