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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


    Blame it on chance
    #1
    Grass and soil is not so soft on the frame when one is thrown onto them. The first breath taken by the small pinkish colt was forced out as he landed on the ground. His pale coat still covered in the pink hue of birth. He shivered on the ground breathing now in deep newborn gasps. He could not make out the noises around him all that well but, when new to the world how does one know what sounds mean what. He did not know what murmuring words meant and what the sound of his mother's hoof falls were. He only knew he was cold and not being warmed in any manner. He did not have a name and neither did he know really what he was. The little colt started to lift his head and open his eyes for the first time. He had blue eyes ringed with in pink hued sockets and his pink nose wiggled some. He shook his head and his ears flopped around on top of his head and what an odd sound that was for a newborn. His head shook as his neck held it up and he made some small noises with his mouth whining almost as he lay in the grass not at all sure what to do, or even where he was.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
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    #2
    Healing was something that came in slow waves. Painful nights flooding into painful days. Nerine offered her some solace, the protection of its borders quelling her nerves as she had hoped it would. Though she promised she wouldn't stay, the lands grew on her like ivy.

    She was still unsure, stability was not something that had ever crossed her mind, though as she stepped through the walls of the cave she craved it. Children of all types stared back at the winged mare, soft cries echoing painfully in the small area. 

    Pain had brought her here, for she knew the hopelessness of being alone, and as the soft cries of newborns filled her ears she ached to take it away.

    Pale legs carried her to the boy, wing unfurling before closing at her sides once more. The sight was a rough one, the child too small against the expanse of grass around him.

    By the looks of the pale boy he was new, eyes just taking in the world around him. Her heart clenched, begging her soul to take him under her wing (literally).

    Gentle movements brought her closer to him, muzzle dropping to bump his forelock softly. Silently she urged him to stand, green hues studying him.
    [Image: tarvelie_by_voltum-dbhxuco.png]
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    #3
    Sunshine worked its process on the colts lithe frame warming what had been keeping him chilled. The slime that had covered his dried up and now just clung to his pale body hair in clumps. The colt still looked around with his head shaking along his ears that had perked up as sounds started to scream into them. He started to be able to process some sounds with what they came from. He had a mild understanding that his own noises mimicked the ones of others around him. His eyes took in images of those around and he started to guess that he was the same as those that lay or stand around him.


    The little male leaned his head ever so slightly as he looked on at those that stood and he felt a stirring in thost stilts that lay in the grass. As the thought of trying to rise passed into his new brain a sensation gripped him. A touch someone had touched him and the touched caused him to make a little noise. He tilted his whole frame as he tried to focus on this new much larger thing that had touched him. The large horse did not seem to be trying to stop his new fidgeting that his legs and rump still urged him to do. He even took a moment to think that his new acquaintance was encouraging him to stand.


    He took a deep breath and snorted out as his hind legs would start to shift and shuffle followed by his front legs. He flopped onto his side as four legs do not work together all that well the first time. He has also thrown his head into the motion as he rocked forward and then a bit to the side pushing his front two legs out in a spread manner. Those little hooves dug into the ground and so as his body rocked more he soon stood. The colt stood now on wobbling stilts and looked to that larger horse next to him.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
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    #4
    She smiled as the boy found strength to stand, her cracked lips tilting upward in that gleeful type of way. She was not his mother, but the dun mare quickly took on the role. With a soft snort she nuzzled the child, words tumbling out of her mouth in a soft whisper.

    "What is your name child?" 

    The question is frail, for she entertained the fact that he may not know. Suddenly she felt anger towards whoever had left him here. She could understand the inability of carrying a child to adulthood, but leaving them as soon as they entered the world? To Tarvelie that was madness, cold hearted ness at it's finest. 

    She glanced around at the others, a large wing unfurling to protect him from their lingering gaze. She felt the anger they felt. The pain they felt at getting left behind. 'Im sorry.' She thought. 'He needs a mother the most.' The thought was cold, but it was true. A newborn needed someone more than an older child, and with this thought she turned back to the child.
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    #5
    The colts tail swung around a bit as his legs continued to get used to the weight of his body and the rocking that was caused by his breathing. The mare next to him nuzzled him after a short snort. Indeed, his head had worked out that his species was horse and that the one next to him was mare or mother type. His ears twitched as she spoke to him in a low tone asking for his name.

    A name is a hard thing for someone new to the world to grasp. He was unsure if he had been given one by those voices he had heard or if they had just left him without one. He wiggled his ears and then shook his whole little frame. His eyes watched as the mare moved her lips and he mimicked the action. “ Name..” His voice was soft and squeaky. The colt shifted on his feet and it was then that he took notice of the mares wings. His ears pricked forward alert that she did not look at all like the other horses in this place.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
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    #6
     Her head stayed low, there if the boy were to fall or need help. She allowed him to grow accustomed to the feel of standing, his legs wobbly as gravity took hold.

    "Name." 

    His quiet reply startled her at first, at least she knew he could speak. She nodded slowly, head raising to get a better look at him.

    " Yes.... What am I to call you?"

    She thought about giving him her own name, but she didn't wish to overwhelm him.

    To late.

    The boy's gaze was fixed on the magnificent wings that were opened around them both. While they were still battered, and worn they were quite beautiful. She chuckled at his gaze, glancing over them herself. 

    With a home, Nerine had brought quite the healing factor. Her skin was not pulled as taut over her bones as it had been, her eyes shone a bit brighter, walk just that bit more strong. Though the healing was not fast enough or strong enough to save the life she had carried previously, it was enough to save one now.

    With a small sigh she turned back to the alabaster foal before her, hopefully he would answer.
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    #7
    He was indeed overwhelmed with his current situation. He had been left alone and then found by this winged mare. He thought for a moment though this had to be a part of normal life for all he knew this mare was his mother and she had simply gone for a short walk before coming back for him. The thought made him perk up some more as she stomach made a small noise. The colt broke his staring gaze from the mare’s wings and let his lips part once more as he spoke again to her.


    “ Name..” He lowered his head a moment in thought thinking back on his first moments he was left with the only information left to him. One of the voices had mumbled something about Ardashir. He wobbled a little closer to the mare and offered this little piece to her, “ Ar-ars..Ardashir.” His lips struggled with this new word when again his stomach panged just enough for another word to slip out, “ Mother..?”
    He looked to her as he took a couple more exploratory steps and let his muzzle bump her flank.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
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    #8
    He mumbled something, voice small. She chuckled at the struggle to grasp his own name. When he finally got it out she smiled, eyes softening at the boy.

    "Ardashir.."

    She repeated, allowing the name to rest in the air before floating away. His next question took her by storm. He wished to know if she was his mother. Her ears flattened against her curved neck, a sigh escaping her lips.

    She knew that she would regret this later, but telling him the truth would be too much. Right? Tarvelie could only imagine having to process that at his age.

    In time she would tell him the truth, but today was not the day.

    "Yes.. Yes I am your mother."

    She lipped at his forelock lightly, the lie settling in her bones.
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    #9
    Ardashir would look to the dun colored mare as she repeated his name. He would shift on his wobbly legs a couple more times before the wobbles stopped and he stood with some rigidity. He took in her color learning its tone and he nosed her once or twice as he learned her scent. His left ear focused on her as he nosed and imprinted to her. He pulled his muzzle back from her flank as she spoke to him confirming that she was his mother.

    So, his earlier thought had been true she had just gone for a short walk after his arrival but returned to collect him. 
    He tilted his head to the side some and asked her, “Name?” His fuzzy tail swung around as he gathered some spunk before his stomach growled and he looked to his mother.

    The world to this newborn was one of truth's so far. He could not have known of lies and even if he had to him being left was normal in life. Innocence was on his side for now.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
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    #10
    Her own movements mimicked his, the movements of a mother and her child getting acquainted. 
    "Tarvelie."
    She whispers, answering the boys question. She moves to clean his coat, washing the remnants of birth from his pale coat. Her legs shift, for the child had to be hungry. Silently she prayed her body still produced milk. 

    'It hasn't been too long' She thought, for the child was born still only days before. She would find out now she supposed. She worked her tongue through his soft mane, allowing him to acquaint himself with her. 

    Though she wished to get back to Nerine as soon as possible she knew the boy had to eat, and that he would probably be tired. Her heart clenched at the thought of having to stay here longer. 

    The adoption den was no place she wished to linger in.
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