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    • Year: 233
    • Season: Winter
    • SWP: None
    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

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        Thread: down for getting dark; ashley
    Post: RE: down for getting dark; ashley
    Isak wasn’t used to other males, did he even count himself as one? It was a hard question to answer, all his life had been spent with mares. He looks at this stallion who smells like familiarity and h...
    		 Isak Meadow 5 4,415 09-10-2016, 11:22 AM
        Thread: down for getting dark; ashley
    Post: RE: down for getting dark; ashley
    Island life was the only thing he knew. Isak was born to the queen and her shadowy lover, who came like a thief in the night. He was the soft spot in what was once considered an unbreakable mare and t...
    		 Isak Meadow 5 4,415 09-10-2016, 11:00 AM
        Thread: down for getting dark; ashley
    Post: down for getting dark; ashley
    Isak had found very little shelter from the cold. His muscles were sore and he ached from head to toe. He missed the humid jungle and the white beach and the sound of the ocean crashing -- he yearn...
    		 Isak Meadow 5 4,415 09-10-2016, 10:34 AM
        Thread: down for getting dark
    Post: RE: down for getting dark
    His lungs burn from the cold and he coughs. Never before had he experienced snow or the frigid cruelness of the land, his jungles were warm and forgiving. After he left, Isak was not sure there were a...
    		 Isak Field 2 2,347 09-09-2016, 08:37 PM
        Thread: down for getting dark
    Post: down for getting dark
    His father had been winter, deep and dark. That’s what his mother told him, her warm breath against his neck. She whispered secrets to him no one else would ever know.  About the jungle they lived ...
    		 Isak Field 2 2,347 09-08-2016, 09:43 PM