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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


    A smoldering fire - any
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    Love is friendship set on fire ...
    She had been away too long. Pangea had changed in her absence. Not for the worse, instead for the better. It enlightened her broken heart to see that her high expectations of the land had come true. Vegetation had started to grow, peeping through the sand that covered most of the ground. In front of these plants there were small hopes of sand, sand that was still blown against everyone and everything that stood in its way. But nonetheless Igni was relieved to be home again.

    During the past couple of months her barrel had started to swell, showing her pregnancy quite clearly even though she was still in the early stages. Perhaps due to her slight underweight state – which was even noticeable though her winter coat – or maybe because of her small build. Or both for that matter. That she was carrying twins was the last thing on her mind. And it was not like the blue roan girl had any experience when it came to children. She was young, only 3 years old, and didn’t have any younger siblings either. Only a half-brother which she hadn’t met. There was nobody that had prepared her for this, and Igni was obviously not ready.

    Even though that she was relieved to be home and knew that she would be safe here – or that was what she honestly believed and wanted to believe – she was extremely skittish. Igni was on the edge of sanity, if you could consider her sane in the first place. Each and every little sound or sudden movements put her into the fleeing mode. She was so, so tired, but at the same time she couldn’t catch her sleep either. Upset, exhausted, confused, anxious, heart broken. Every single one of those words described the blue roan’s state perfectly.
    ... and fire is the burning passion within.
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