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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


    there's no remedy for memory; hephaestus
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    Hephaestus
    Hyaline was his home now. The concept still felt strange to him. Since he’d arrived in Beqanna he’d wandered aimlessly throughout the kingdoms, never settling on just one. It was simpler that way. He’d wanted to spare himself the pain of rejection, the pain of their constant questions. He’d quickly discovered, however, that it didn’t matter. No matter how hard he craved silence, he’d always been met with curiosity.
     
    Many mornings he wondered from his sleeping spot to watch the sunrise upon a nearby ledge. The way the sun rose up from behind the peaks and kissed the land – it made him feel grateful for his place there.
     
    This morning had been much like the others. Still as stone he stood as he watched the world around him awaken. Birds flew from their nests and various other creatures left their dens in search of breakfast. Their day to day toiling brought him peace. There’s was a seemingly simple existence. It was as he watched a mother bird feed her young that a familiar scent wafted up to him upon his perch.
     
    His head snapped in the direction of her sweet perfume, his eyes narrowing upon the sight of her in disbelief. Like him, she’d reveled in her seclusion – choosing to remain hidden upon the brambles and branches of the forest. Not now, it would seem. She’d left the comfort of her chosen exile and he saw the searching in her eyes.
     
    Peeling himself away he casually made his way down to her, his hooves dislodging stones and dirt and he slid down the slight decline. Level with her now, he rounded the curve, revealing himself to her.
     
    “Erinys?”
     
    Her name was question enough and he knew that she would understand the hidden questions that boiled within him. Why are you here?
    Break My Shackles To Set Me Free


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    RE: there's no remedy for memory; hephaestus - by Hephaestus - 05-24-2018, 08:44 AM



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