11-29-2018, 12:36 PM
@[The Plague] Roll please!
- 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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When you feel yourself grow colder, wrap the night around your shoulders// Birthing
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