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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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        Thread: black sails are on the horizon; any.
    Post: RE: black sails are on the horizon; any.

    #ohwhatabeautifulmorninggg {box-shadow: 0px 0px 50px black; width: 500px;} #andimnotsleepinnow {background-image:url('https://s21.postimg.org/78ltvnzfb/forpraisetexture.png'); width: 500px; backgroun...
    praise River 4 4,380 06-20-2017, 09:11 PM
        Thread: this isn't neverland; halchon
    Post: RE: this isn't neverland; halchon

    Her heart began to calm itself; Only because she felt stagnant upon the path. Less and less of the sunlight found her pale apricot flesh, and both the forest and the shadows in it seemed to touch fir...
    praise Forest 2 2,520 06-16-2017, 12:26 PM
        Thread: black sails are on the horizon; any.
    Post: RE: black sails are on the horizon; any.

    Praise stumbled out of the forest that finally thinned enough for her to find her way out of it. She had a scratch on one hip, some twigs stuck in her mane, and damn it all if her nose still didn’t sm...
    praise River 4 4,380 06-09-2017, 07:21 PM
        Thread: this isn't neverland; halchon
    Post: this isn't neverland; halchon

    Her nose still smarts from the encounter with the crab. The crustacean was cruel and she dreamt of stomping them all to bits and eradicating the ashen shores of them. But she could hear her mother’s c...
    praise Forest 2 2,520 06-09-2017, 06:54 PM
        Thread: shaking in the neon light; exist & prevail
    Post: shaking in the neon light; exist & prevail

    She is shoulder deep in the midst of a hibiscus bush; each bloom is fat and bursting and a startling crimson against the pale apricot of her skin. The smell of them combats the sulphur in the air, cha...
    praise Tephra 0 1,625 06-06-2017, 06:54 PM