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    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


    Spring Has Sprung (Njenyi)
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    Trechery had been looking round her new home after the introductions to the rest of the herd she wasn't to sure bout some of the mares and if they wanted to be friends but that didn't matter to her right now she was enjoying the herd land and looking it over.
    Giving a snort she leaped into the air feeling a little spirited then the day she came to her new home. Dropping her head she made a circle and dropped to her side and proceded to roll enjoying the cool feeling it placed on her back and sides as she rolled side to side. "Ahh that feels good." She spoke to herself laying on her side for a few minutes she enjoyed the peacefulness of the land while it lasted for soon it would be filled with the sounds of foals and their worrysome mothers that babied them as they learned from day to day things. 
    Jumping up she sprinted off towards the cold liquid of the land reaching it she pawed at the  waters edge, dropping her muzzle to water she took a drink. Lifting her muzzle from the water she looked around her giving a sigh she trotted off a distance no direction really just trotting around the land looking to avoid the moody new mothers.

    (Not the best she's just wanting to be better friends with mister studly herd stallion lol)

    Trechery

    Blood Of Our Fathers





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