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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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    [open quest]  Día de Muertos - Round 1
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    <style> .Rajcontain {width:460px;background-image:url('https://c1.staticflickr.com/8/7615/26376942823_7c401f9d5a_h.jpg');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;background-size:200%;background-color:#F8F8F8;padding: 20px;} .Rajname {font-family:'Barrio';color:black;font-size:22pt;} .Rajquote {font-family:'Pacifico';font-size:12pt;color:black;text-shadow:1px 1px 3px white;padding: 300px 20px 0px 20px;} .Rajtext {background-color:rgba(248,248,248,0.3);font-family:'Padauk';font-size:10pt;color:black;padding:10px;}</style><center><div class="Rajcontain"><div class="Rajname">Rajanish</div><div class="Rajtext">There had been loss in his life, as it had in many others’. Suffering, death, torture - even as a near-newborn, the bay appaloosa had seen it all. And he had quickly learned never to get attached - again.

    The call of the ghost does not elude him. One might argue that it was not meant for him to hear, but even ghosts can feel something, he’d tell them. Never will he tell them the story about the grey squirrel, of course. But in the end, that’s why he, all grown up now, remembers his first year, a year in the ever-autumnus forest, with what was the worst possible environment for an innocent child at the time.

    In retrospect he was never truly innocent, but that’s beside the point.

    The memory comes painfully sharp; and then more flashbacks to what happened, to what caused the death of his furry friend -he did- and put an end to his observation of squirrel behaviour. After all, Rajanish had ever been the technician, the scientist, the tester of things. Knowledge of how anything worked at all was what drove him - what drove him to take a pet, as well.

    The green-marked bay had been his best friend at the time. Yet the other colt also had been taught “hunting”, a concept that the ghostlike male at the time had not known. Therefore it must be interesting to learn what it was.

    His friend hunted small animals - mice, hares, birds, squirrels- and left them to die, or left them dead, pending the circumstances. There were many things wrong with that tactic; it scared off other prey, the animals were pretty useless as they were dead, and it even attracted predators and vultures. Luckily many of those were still horses in some way. They seemed to approve of what they did; or rather of what Raj was watching his friend doing.

    But Raj understood what the green-spotted appaloosa did not: this was a waste of resources. He would return later, and dissect the animals left behind. Until one day, when he returned, he found that the female squirrel had had a nest, and one of the young had been left behind. Hiding, in silence, when birds of prey had come to pick the nest clean. Perhaps Raj had found a soulmate - a survivor amongst monsters. It was then that he decided another experiment was due - he’d take the young grey squirrel, to observe it’s behaviour in the new environment. An early manipulation experiment if you will - something he had repeated later on with the filly who last season had bore him a daughter - a test, for the squirrel as well.

    In the time that the grey squirrel lived with him, the young (and foolish) bay appaloosa had become slightly attached, but he pushed those feelings away. It only took months for the beast to arrive in Sylva - the one with the illusions, who carried the hearts of Brennen’s daughters (not that Raj even knew who Brennen was). And Rajanish was fascinated. Here was the guy who lived the dream - who had dissected a horse and brought her heart as proof. He even taught little Rajanish through an illusion, how hearts worked.

    In such awe, he returned home, and his eye fell on his squirrel friend. The furry animal trusted him fully now, even brought gifts now or then - coloured stones, acorns and walnuts. It was time, Rajanish realized, to find out if the grey squirrel’s heart was different from that of his mother at the time, now that he had befriended a horse.

    And so he stuffed all kinds of feelings away, and broke open the body of the little friend who trusted him.

    Rajanish learned a great deal that day: not so much about the anatomy of a squirrel, for he found that this did not change with feelings; he found out that he himself missed his friend every day he came home, and learned that he had gotten attached no matter how hard he had tried not to. And so he shut off, the incident was never mentioned again, and to this day, Rajanish would continue experimenting, but safer, more distant. The girl he had kidnapped, he had kept away from others but more importantly, away from himself as well.

    With a shock, the translucent appaloosa remembers all this; the dark bay horse shakes his head but cannot completely get rid of the feeling that he owes the squirrel something still.

    He travels to Sylva, and silently as ever slides through the shadows of the trees. The forest is not the same anymore, but he finds the collection of coloured stones easily. The nuts have all been stolen or disintegrated, rotten away over time, but he brings the stones and takes them to the beach just like he had been asked. He spies others, but most of them don’t see him, or notice him only when he comes really close. Such is the nature of ghosts; just like the one who had called him.

    Curious about this new experiment, Rajanish awaits her reaction.</div><div class="Rajquote">No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.<br>No voice to cry out suffering.</div></div></center>

    When you said squirrel, I just had to
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    Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Rhy - 10-21-2019, 01:59 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by kensley - 10-21-2019, 02:45 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Agetta - 10-21-2019, 02:50 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Ruinam - 10-22-2019, 04:07 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by atrox - 10-22-2019, 10:29 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Ryatah - 10-23-2019, 01:42 AM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Mordgeld - 10-23-2019, 12:16 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Izora Lethia - 10-23-2019, 01:50 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Ion - 10-23-2019, 04:49 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Saphris - 10-23-2019, 07:47 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Thia - 10-23-2019, 10:55 PM
    RE: Día de Muertos - Round 1 - by Rajanish - 10-24-2019, 02:36 AM



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