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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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    Azar IC TempTrait {wings::horn}
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    ooc: because it makes me laugh.

    Azar
    It was the first and only time she had flown and though terror struck her little heart, she marveled in it. She thought maybe she was brave enough to try this own her own, maybe as soon as she landed! She was not normally so courageous and felt proud of herself for this small accomplishment. But it was not to be.

    A large mountain came into her view and her lovely little wings flared with light as she was placed at the summit. She stretched and admired them, her mouth gaping in shock. They were beautiful! Glittering happily with a life of their own.

    Then they vanished. Snuffed out like a pathetic little flame.

    She squeaked in surprise, staring dumbly at her bare back. Smooth, like the other childrens' she'd met. Sorrow fell over her. She hadn't even learned to use them yet, unless you count hiding beneath them. Now what would she do? She had no wings to tuck her little head under when she felt scared. She'd never learn to fly.

    She did the only thing she knew how to do in a situation like this: she ran! Her little hooves scuttled down the mountainside. Many times she tripped and cut herself open, but adrenaline kept the pain at bay. She was driven by fear, fear of whatever could take her precious wings away. She just wanted to be away from here, and fast!

    Azar reached the smoother pathway and gave it all she got. She squeezed passed the larger adults, sometimes sliding beneath the taller ones. The dark forest loomed ahead. She feared what was in there, too, but she was also more comfortable in a forest where it was so easy to hide away somewhere.

    She felt her head grow heavier, and heard a zip of magic somewhere nearby. This also terrified her, afraid of what other limbs the powerful deity might take from her. Carrying her head felt unwieldy and awkward now, but she dared not stop. It must be the after effects of the magic..

    continued in the forest..

    She burst into the forest. She ran and ran and ran, but finally she must've cut too close to a thick tree as her head slammed in to something with a thunk! Dizzy and disoriented, she stood a moment, regaining her wits. She tried to shake it off, but her head was good and stuck! She wasn't even touching the tree! Her bright mind saw what her little eyes could not: the unicorn's horn smack in the middle of her forehead.

    Azar deflated, her hips collapsing beneath her in a pathetic sitting position as her head remained steadfastly lodged within a tree. Little tears glittered silently down her cheeks as she sniffed sadly at her predicament. She wanted her wings back. What the heck were horns even for, she thought woefully.

    She could not hide safely beneath them, like her wings. Instead she stood out like a beacon, the last thing she ever wanted to do.

    She would rather disappear.

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