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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


    Love looks not with the eyes[Any]
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    A time of war had struck his once happy home.  Through the rubble of once was, he had lost everything.  His home.  His family. His dearest friends.  War was an ugly creature but in a way was necessary.  So some thought.  He never cared for it but he did what he must to survive.  Unfortunately, he was not able to save the rest.  So with a somber heart, he retreated to find new lands. 
     
    An outcast to the new rule in his world, he turned to the ocean.  He had seen many creatures of the air disappear into the horizon to return many months later.  Surely there was something at the far side of the world he could not see with his eye, but he felt it within his heart.  To survive he must try.

    The golden stallion stood solitare along the rocky shoreline of Britannia.  His thick ebony forelock covered the majority of his face, and with a quick toss of his muzzle it revealed his right eye.  Scanning the horizon to the north, he judged the weather for what could be a lengthy flight.  In all his years he had never attempted a flight of unknown distance.  It was his only chance for freedom, and if he should perish at least it be on his own terms.

    With one final pause, he launches himself from the shores of his lost home.  He sported no strong set of wings like the birds of the air.  His flight came from within his mind and for lengthy distances was quite draining.  Under him the white-capped waves rolled towards the vanishing cliffs he had departed from.  His eyes never looked back but he knew this of waves.  They grew as they neared land.  

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    It had been nearly two hours of fighting wind currents when he begins to tire mentally.  All of the strength he could muster was forced into carrying his body north.  Hovering just above the oceans surface.  Fatigue was coursing through him as his eyes catch a glimpse of cragged rocks in the distance.  Just a little farther, he tells himself.  Pushing his mind to the brink but it is no use.  He is slowly descending towards the salt water.  His ivory feathered hoof dipping into the sea. Just a little farther, he pleads to his mind.  He can nearly make out the landscape coming into view.  Jagged rocks, much like the ones he had left, dot across the shoreline.  A forest of gold cast behind them.  There is a faint smile creeping onto his lips, but it is lost as his heavy frame plunges into the waters below him.  His limbs work in unison to draw him nearer to the shore.  Long length of dark banner flows behind him.  He couldn't give up.  Not now.  Not when he was so close...

    Powerful strides in the cool waters, bring him within reach of the new lands.  Colonies of sea birds take to the air as he finds his footing to climb out of the dark waters.  His mane, wet and tangled, cake to his soaked hide.  Dark drapery plastered to his face blinds him momentarily.  With whatever strength remained he shook the droplets of liquid from his body.  Tossing his forelock loose and to one side.  Amber eyes turned inland at the vast forest before him.  It was daunting to be in a strange place.  Not knowing if the one he left was less hostile than the one he has come to find.  With a slosh of his soaked tail, he steps forward.  Only one way to find out...

    Soft, feathered limbs walk nimbly across the dried forest debris.  The scent of a gentle decay in the air.  Nares flare as he seeks any signs of life.  The thick canopy blocks out most of the sun, but of what he can tell it is just past mid-day.  Local avian of song bird type chirp happily amongst the branches above.  Even with a stranger's presence.  He takes that as a good omen as he continues on cautiously.  His strength was wavering both mental and physical with each step.  He must know more of this new world, so against better judgement he walks on.  There would be time for rest later.

    Eros
    , but with the heart



    Ok... So this is his backstory and you don't have to read it if you don't want.  Just know he has left his old land to find a new land.  In his old land he has "Mental Flight" basically doesn't need wings.  It's kind of a cupid thing XD.  This old magic is gone as he comes into Beqanna.  He may think he still has it and tries to use it but it will fail.  He is kind, devoted, patient, big-hearted... Basically teddy bear but threaten his home and the ones he cares about and he becomes Bad Ass Pooh Bear Wink
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    Messages In This Thread
    Love looks not with the eyes[Any] - by Eros - 01-15-2018, 09:39 PM
    RE: Love looks not with the eyes[Any] - by Sabra - 01-16-2018, 04:03 PM
    RE: Love looks not with the eyes[Any] - by Eros - 01-16-2018, 08:11 PM
    RE: Love looks not with the eyes[Any] - by Sabra - 01-18-2018, 01:12 PM
    RE: Love looks not with the eyes[Any] - by Eros - 01-21-2018, 01:04 PM



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