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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Don't get too close, it's dark inside
    #6
    born to be a king, I ask for one thing

    He laughs when they overestimate him. He laughs when they underestimate him. In any circumstance, the trickster has been judged and accused and underestimated and overestimated. They know the stories of him (they’ve experienced some of them with him) and they shy away from him or they jump at his throat. But more often than not they are either sorely disappointed or utterly surprised or ruffled under the feathers.

    When the fire queen comes blazing into the field (pun intended), the trickster doesn’t shy away from her. She huffs and puffs and jumps into a situation she knows little about and he chuckles at her assumption that he intended to take care of the black mare’s empty womb. The Amazons always have a twisted image of the stallion’s brain and thought processes and ways of working (whether from experience with one stallion, whether from stories told by their elders, whether from simple interactions) and whenever they jump into a situation with the wrong perspective he finds himself laughing.

    The fire queen sneers in his direction and the trickster’s sloping shoulders roll into an expression of a shrug. “Haven’t you heard of being friendly, Scorchie?” he asks plainly, tenor tunes echoing after the presence of her angry snorting and heavy panting. “She’s obviously a newcomer – maybe her original homeland doesn’t work the same way as Beqanna.”

    He resists the urge to roll his bruised eyes and instead turns his attention toward his original interest. Stepping around the Amazon queen (and pinning his ears and giving her a stare if she tries to guard his way) the trickster nods toward the new mare. “The name’s Lokii. I’m from a kingdom called the Valley… And we don’t make harsh accusations before knowing the situation fully.” A charismatic smile dances across his thin lips.

    “What’s your name?” Settling down slightly (although one ear remains twisted in the fire queen’s direction), the trickster casually pulls out a miniature sandstorm to wind between his ankles like a comforting kitten against its owner’s heels.

    Lokii

    the tricky god of chaos

    a front seat to watch earth burn
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    RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - by Lokii - 04-21-2015, 12:47 PM



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