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    COTY

    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


    Longing (OPEN)
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    Kwazi approaced the land, pines beginning to trickle into hthe landscape. 

    He halted at a border, but looked longingly into the territory, which was called Taiga. He didn't know this, where he was headed, or why he had such a calling to come here.

    He knew not a single soul that was alive now, though there was likely an exception here and there that he hadn't run into yet.

    Eyes that stole parts of the sky looked over the terra, trying to spot out a form. After a while of waiting to bo avail, and the tug on his heart only growing stronger, he whinnied loudly so the flaxen maned sorrel splash stallions own presence was revealed.

    With growing anxiety, the male waited. Longing for a home.

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    Longing (OPEN) - by Kwazi - 05-13-2018, 05:26 AM
    RE: Longing (OPEN) - by Solace - 06-24-2018, 09:23 AM



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