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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


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    #1
    FIERTE
    I AM SICK WITH WANTING
    AND IT'S EVIL AND IT'S DAUNTING

    Tearing from the flesh and blood of his mother's womb is Fierte's fondest memory. At least, it would be, if he could remember being born; but what he imagines is warm and loving, even in childbirth's raw exhibit. With an affinity for blood and a steady recurrence of murderous blackouts, the blood and pain of birth does not leave him with discomfort. The innocence of childhood is a gentily he misses, even if he cannot let go of violence.

    "The end is near," the creature whispers to a squealing rabbit, opening his jaw wide to let his second mouth finish the chittering thing off. The noises quickly die and Fierte hums pleasantly to himself, forgetting the agony he feels when he is completely himself. Blood washes over his the inside of his maw as he chews the animal up, bones and all. It's a satisfying, frightening meal. One he will regret when he wakes later. Already, it stirs in his stomach, as if the rabbit is reforming and kicking panicked circles around his belly.

    He spends most of his time in the forest these days. Nerine's cliffs and caves grow cold and old when one has hunted all its little creatures (and when the populace fears his blackouts - he does his best to stay under control). The monster fades and something more human comes. A sense of peace, first, quickly followed by the aforementioned regret. Regret and suffering.

    He wishes he could be as accepting of this part of himself as his relatives. Perhaps he should speak with them, but that reclusive, shameful part of him keeps the secrets buried deep. (Though the blood on his lips gives him away.) Alone in the forest, as per usual. Alone.


    @[Derelict] starters are always so bad
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    #2

    Derelict does not see a monster when she sees her brother (and cousin, but fortunately the complexities of extended family is something she is blissfully unaware of). Instead, the unmistakable sight of Fiorina’s firstborn brings a smile to her young face. It’s a joy for her, to find family, as she dances the line between monster and horse herself. And twice the joy because her eldest brother, while known to her, is still something of an enigma all the same. Not exactly the social type. But perhaps she can win him over.

    Besides, she feels the absence of her twin like a weight and she is eager to not be alone.

    The thought ‘alone’ earns her a hiss from the red viper coiled around her folded bone wings and Derelict smiles at the snake in apology. Not alone, not really.

    “Hi Fie!” The yearling calls out as she approaches - her prehensile tail twitching a little behind her as she trots over with an eager bounce in her step. She smells the blood of the rabbit on him and inhales it happily as she comes to stand nearby, the light of her fire-adorned horns flickering over them both. “Catch anything good today?”



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    #3
    FIERTE
    I AM SICK WITH WANTING
    AND IT'S EVIL AND IT'S DAUNTING

    They were a family of tight-knit monsters and even at his lowest, Fierte will always appreciate them. At least among them, as outcast as he often makes himself feel, he kind a comfort and a home. They do not stare at him with disgust or fear. (And if he's being honest with himself, his heart races with love for his little siblings, for their shrieks and giggles and practiced hunts. He practically lives for them.)

    "Hey, Dee," Fierte murmurs, curving his domed head around to offer his sister a pleased expression. His pink eyes catch the shiver of her tail and he matches it with his own. Fie curls his tail from the earth and walks a circle around his sister, coming to a stop at her side and dipping his head just enough to fall level with hers.

    "Yeah, want me to barf it up so you can have some?" he whispers teasingly before flopping his tail playfully down on her back. Lifting his head back up and peering at the flickering horns atop Derelict's head, Fierte concedes: "It wasn't good actually. Just a rabbit. I haven't caught anything big recently." He hadn't, and not for skill. Most of the time he is too sensistive to listen to the dying bleats of a deer. This he keeps from his family, though, his softness. They all seem to understand their skin so well.

    Fierte envies it.

    "Wanna try to catch something big today?" he offers, and he doesn't know why he does it. Perhaps he can learn something from Derelict, to fall in love with the thrill of death. Perhaps he'll regret it.


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    She considers saying yes to his teasing question, just to see what he’d do. Would he actually barf it back up? She’d probably would actually eat it if he did - Derelict has not learned to be picky about what she puts in her mouth if it fills up her stomach. And she trusted her brother not to be eating something disgusting.

    Rabbit sounds pretty good too, even if there isn’t much meat on them. She'd like to go hunting in the north one time, catch something that couldn't even fill her growing stomach and just bloat herself on squishy meat and fat.

    That's the dream.

    She stands still as she can with the weight of his tail on her back. Although Fierte is covered in scales, she’s aware of how pointy she is and does not want to accidentally stab him with her armoured sides or with her bone wings. He’s so sleek and smooth and Derelict isn’t sure there is a sleek spot on her entire body. They manage well enough, though, and his presence next to her is comforting.

    She’s distracted by these thoughts when he makes a suggestion and her face brightens once again. It's a treat itself, being able to hunt with him, and she wouldn't say no for anything. “Yeah! What are you thinking?”



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