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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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    I Don't Want the Destruction you Run From....
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    This is an attempt to make right the wrongs in her young life.  A little bit of back story... As a foal her blight was uncontrolled.  Death followed her and she hated it.  She learned to control the poison and destroyed things on purpose.  She sees now the error in her ways and she wishes to make it right.  To fix what she and others have destroyed.  She is venturing to the mountains to plead that the fairies strip her of her poison[BLIGHT] and replace it with the power to repair the damage done to Beqanna[Rot Regeneration].  Of course if the fairies see fit to handle the thread another way I am all for whatever happens. Smile
    <center><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Allura" rel="stylesheet"><div style="width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/dnz19gZ.png'); padding-top: 5px; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #7e8343;box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000;border-radius: 0px 300px 0px 0px;"><div style="width: 490px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/dnz19gZ.png'); padding-top: 10px; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #32342a; box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000;border-radius: 0px 300px 0px 0px;"><div style="width:450px; margin-top: 390px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; padding: 10px; opacity: .8; font-family: Times;color: #babb6f;font-size: 12px; line-height: 140%; text-align: justify; border-radius: 0px 0px;">As her hooves beat against the hardened Autumn ground her mind traveled in thought.  What had she done? What had they done?  Destroying the world as if it was their right to do so.  She knew now the error of her ways.  As she had found the withering pine in Tephra just hours ago she realized how she had hated herself.  Hated the poison that pulsated  through her veins.  Even as a young filly she hated herself for the destruction she left in her wake with every step.  She had learned to harness the demons within her eventually.  Only releasing it as she saw fit.  The feeling of control empowered her but had she ever truly cared for this power within her.  She doubted she ever had.  And as the chilled breeze swept the ebony forelock from her view her vision had become clear.  She knew what she must do.

    So with purpose in her stride she glided across the meadows, tangoed through the forests until the horizon revealed a towering structure.  It's neutral tinted surface appeared jagged.  White fluffy clouds gathered near it's peak.  Stopping abruptly to take in the view she noted the activity surrounding her. The forest creatures scurried within the treetops above her, while others forged amongst the fallen debris that covered the forest floors.  She understood now that the creatures of Beqanna needed these trees, needed the grasses, as did they.  It was their food, their homes.  Her carmel hued eyes scanned from one area to the next before a deep breath was drawn in.  

    A step was put forward...

    Carefully she made her way to the base of the Mountain.  Ivory dipped limbs moved gingerly along.  Careful to not lose her footing on the narrowing path.  Her sight was limited now to the winding trail before her.  Watching it take her higher and higher into the clouds.  An occasional loose stone shifted under her weight as she made the climb upwards.  Her pace slowed slightly as each step grew heavier.  The air thinned around her causing her breathing to be shallow and labored.  She would not turn back.  Not now.  Not until she set things right... Or tried.

    For what seemed like an eternity she had climbed the Mountain.  The clouded haze finally broke into a plateau of tropical foilage.  Even more dense than that of the volcanic islands of Tephra.  Brilliant colors scattered in an array of enormous floral arrangements.  Captivated by the natural beauty surrounding her, she had forgotten the immediate purpose for her being here.  She had forgotten the poison that she held could ruin the Paradise in a moments time.  That is until a voice rang in her ears...

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    I Don't Want the Destruction you Run From.... - by Kolera - 08-20-2017, 06:33 PM



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