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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]  On a foolish, fragile spine; any
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    somehow you lost your wonder in your quest to feel alive

    Wind and rain, the passing of a storm: leaves still dripping with water and the frost just beginning to form… this brought on the crunching noise beneath the thudding hooves and shifting weight of the ghost that glided and walked in a directionless and slow way. Leisure or or simply lethargy, she carried onward with a weighted heart that left her expression severe and heavy- and the mare seemed to care little for the way the grasses brushed against her legs or how the flowers swayed as petals fell to the chilled earth.

    She sighed, reserving a single thought in her mind: ‘All things will die.’

    Pausing herself near a young birch tree, Cthalpa turned her attention to the peeling white bark and the deep brown and yellow beneath… the exothermic patterns of bugs and birds: the heat signatures of creatures in the distance. Draconic in a way, the slit pupils contracted and their brilliant green-hazel color brightened as flecks of gold blossomed in the iris and faded periodically.

    Thicker in build than some would credit her for, she was a warm or cold blooded breed wise, likely, and seemed easily tall in comparison to some. The silver-grey coat riddles with white hairs and her mane and tail seemed different as they were black and thick… long and curly and a single color all together. Perhaps it was the fact that she lacked her mother’s coloration; but she found herself at an end when she recalled Aodhan: a cousin or some relation who spoke of their family.

    Patient and quiet, she lipped at weak petals and clovers, nibbled on dying food sources and found herself taking more note of the cold spots in her vision. Frost lined leaves and dead briar: the wild roses and poppies gone… and imprints of bedded deer beyond the trees. Her ears swivelled at sounds, and she looked out to assess and determine those who approached: curious and calling out to them with a sound.

    Still? She stood slumped and without poise, lethargic and lost to some overwhelming rue that remained in her eyes. 

    slayed your hope but didn't let yourself know it had died

    Cthalpa
    PVP: On
    Severe Injury, Permanent Mutilation, and Death Permitted.


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    On a foolish, fragile spine; any - by Cthalpa - 10-26-2019, 12:30 AM
    RE: On a foolish, fragile spine; any - by Noma - 11-05-2019, 08:24 PM



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