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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


    New Territory
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    Black walked around his new claimed world. Walking along the beach feeling the waves crash against his feet. Feeling alone with no mares to protect. He usually found himself staring out into the waters. He needs to change who he was, he needed to be stronger and tougher to attract more mares to him.He came off as a young inexperianced stallion, well with him growing up the last few months that was going to end. He was no longer going to be the push over or the stallion that was pushy. He wanted a herd and what he was doing was not how you run a herd.

    He flared his nose into the salty air feeling the freedom that he had claimed months ago run through his veins, feeling the breeze through his black mane, his black eyes searched the white sands of his paradise. The thoughts of seeing little Rangers running around this land seemed more of a fantasy then a dream. He wanted more for himself, he was now a tougher and more nicer stallion then ever.

    He closed his eyes and started day dreaming of the future. Hearing nothing but the seagulls and the waves breaking at the surface, it was just enough to almost put a horse into a coma and slip away into a dead sleep.
    ~@~ Lightning Blue Star: Mare (Gemstone Ridge Mare)
    ~@~ Black Knight: Stallion
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