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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]  out of the shadows
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    she's the only one who knows what it is to burn.

    Anaxarete did not particularly care for pregnancy.  She had honed her abilities to a point where she no longer felt possessed to incubate her children naturally, but with these children she had elected to keep them close.  After all was said and done - the shadowmare still possessed some sense of sentiment.  Perhaps it was little more than paranoia. After what had happened to Kensley she was unwilling to take undue risks, even though she would like to see anyone try to harm her children.  She would make certain it was the last thing they’d ever do.  Even though she may appear a hard, absent parent - she still possessed a strong maternal instinct. And this instinct was not just restricted to those that shared her blood, as evidenced by the robust youth population of Pangea.

    She had many children over the years, but she had felt a connection with these children the moment she had felt them quickening in the womb.  She could sense the mixture of blood and magic and power - the blend of both herself and their father made them significant.  Perhaps such was natural when her last string of pregnancies had been born more of experimentation than anything. 

    The familiar pangs of labor lead her deep into the limestone canyons of Pangea. Regardless of her power and ability childbirth was still very much an exercise in vulnerability.  She did not call her creatures, however, she slipped quietly into the darkness of one of the caves cut deeply into the stone.  She disliked having an audience for such things.  So it was there, in the shelter of darkness, that the pair of children drew their first breath. 

    She called out for Kensley - mentally, peacefully - bidding him to come meet their children. She stood at the entrance of the cave - beckoning the children forward into the light.  It was cool, and the sun was already beginning to slip below the lip of the canyon, but she was simply content to watch. And to wait.

    a n a x a r e t e .
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    hahahahaha worlds latest birthing post
    @[kensley] @[jamie]
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    Messages In This Thread
    out of the shadows - by Anaxarete - 02-06-2020, 09:21 PM
    RE: out of the shadows - by kensley - 02-22-2020, 10:22 PM
    RE: out of the shadows - by Anaxarete - 02-27-2020, 09:39 PM



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