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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


    their silent thunder matches mine; any
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    and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
    ‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

    She doesn’t stop running when she leaves her father.

    She doesn’t stop until her coltish legs are trembling and her scaled sides are heaving. She didn’t sweat, her body just didn’t react the same way as a normal horses might. Instead, she just trembles with exhaustion, still running on the adrenaline of her encounter with her father, with the moment where everything in her life came crashing down—when everything began to implode in on her life.

    Before she knows it, before she even realizes what is happening, she finds that she is at the field. 

    She’s never been here before, never had a need to hunt for a home when her family was her home, but she knows what it is. She takes a steadying breath, the tears having long since dried on her cheeks and tips her head back in a way that is so deeply reminiscent of her mother that Leliana’s breath would hitch if she could see her. Adna doesn’t know what she wants. What she needs. But she knows that she can’t go back home and pretend everything is okay. She can’t face her family right now. She can’t continue to lie.

    So with a steadying breath, the serpentine girl walks further into the center of the field, doing her best to look like she knows what she is doing, like she knows why she is here. Her face falls into calmer lines, her sage green reptilian eyes blinking slowly as she looks around at the few horses milling about.

    And, desperately, she hopes that her father doesn’t decide to show up here today.

    Not until she can find a new home and a new life and disappear into the heart of Beqanna.

    Not until she finds a lifeline and a reason to continue holding on.

    adna

    we're setting fire to our insides for fun
    collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home



    she has no idea what she is doing.
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    their silent thunder matches mine; any - by adna - 01-12-2019, 05:00 PM



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