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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


    [private]  i'll find me a suspect
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    n y e t .

    It had taken her awhile to adjust.

    Life in a kingdom was certainly different than life had been on her own. She had done well enough alone in the dark, as one would expect from one of her kind. It had been more of a struggle to learn some degree of control. She hadn’t been fully feral like her father, but it turned out she had much to learn.

    She was lucky to have found a teacher.
    Better, a family.

    A family who accepted her and the monster lurking under her skin. Somewhere they shared common blood but it wasn’t even something that Nyet thought much about any more. Fio was her mother, more family than her father had ever been. The father she’d been forced to abandon when no recognition registered in his black eyes when she’d hatched in the darkness.  She didn’t know if he would have truly attacked her, but the threat behind the clicks and snarls were enough to send her away. 

    She struggled, more often than she’d like, with that part of her. With control. It’s why Fio had to take her away from the others.  She’d been free to do whatever she want for so long – hunt whenever the cravings descended without prejudice or control. 

    That wasn’t conducive to a life here. Or anywhere where anyone lived or breathed.

    They’d only just returned but being back around so many was already a struggle. Nyet could smell the blood pounding in their veins. Hear their hearts beating out their varying rhythms. She doesn’t wait to be overwhelmed as she once would have. Immediately she turns – looking for the flaming horns of her adopted mother.

    “Mother,” she starts, shifting her wings though she doesn’t fear her mother’s judgment, “Is it always this difficult?”


    i’ve been preoccupied with these sick, six senses.

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    @[Fiorina]

    Since i dropped the last one <3


    Messages In This Thread
    i'll find me a suspect - by Nyet - 06-21-2021, 03:26 PM
    RE: i'll find me a suspect - by Fiorina - 06-21-2021, 06:51 PM
    RE: i'll find me a suspect - by Nyet - 06-21-2021, 10:15 PM



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