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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


    Tracing futures lying in the dark; any
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    Chirp Chirp Chirp
     
    Birds sang freely, almost mockingly, as they rejoice at winter’s hibernation. Their little bodies swooping, dancing, around each other in their excitement for warmer weather or, perhaps, their frolic is merely for pleasure out of just having the ability to stretch their wings and soar above. Taunting the land creatures below. Were birds even that intelligent? Intelligent enough to comprehend that some beasts wish for the flight that their jealousy for the fragile creatures simmer beneath; he couldn’t say. Every living creature has a thought process, some more intellectual than others and others that channel their more primal genius. As he stands there, watching the feathered bugs one so carelessly lands to the ground, tilting its head to look up at its much longer company. It seemed almost curious or it could just be the quick tilts of its head that make it appear so. Yet, he was a bit hopeful in thinking that maybe this little bird held a bright mind. Why? He didn’t really know. It’s possible that a corner of his heart aches for such a fragile living thing that could be broken with a quick flick of his hoof.
     
    Perhaps…
     
    With a drawing, quiet, sigh his large cranium slowly lowered in a want to get a closer look at this flighty being that seemed to capture his interest all so suddenly. How long as he just been standing here, gazing peacefully at these winged animals? To him, it felt like an eternity and maybe it had been. Vivid blue connecting with the dark brown (Or was it black?) eyes of this tiny creature, it mildly surprised him to notice some genius shining through those dark orbs. That observation knocked at a piece of his heart, but he couldn’t quite place its feeling even though it felt familiar. It wasn’t joy, anger, nor was it love for this innocent being but more like that feel he got when his mother doted on his older brother or the many of times his father commended him. Jealousy. This feeling tugging at his heart was jealousy, but why? Maybe it was because this thing was free to roam where it please, rather it be the sky above or the ground below. That it was also able to comprehend, that it had a thought process yet it didn’t seem bothered or even hindered with emotions. He was jealous because it has everything he wishes for. Blue observed his jealousy as an older thought filtered through his brain in a loud whisper, fragile. Something he was not, his flesh and bone is much stronger, tougher, more forgiving; whereas the other was small, with brittle bones, and thin flesh. It wouldn’t be hard to just, bite it in half.
     
    Maybe…
     
    Purposely, his nostrils flared with a loud snort to startle his newly found abhorrence. In a flap of blurry feathers and wild chirps, it flew back to its colony in a panic. Head raised with its motion; watching on with his newly found (again) jealousy that, once again, is plaguing his mind with its horrible toxin. In one more fleeting glimpse, large legs propelled its large body forward in a leisure walk; the owner in no hurry to tour the forest.
     
    Ransome weaved around the trees of the forest, stepping over her fallen branches and crunching her floor of old dead leaves, imprinting his hoof mark into the soft dirt underneath. A couple brief in counters with the sun warmed up his chestnut pelt, making his body miss its warmth every time it shied away behind a cloud or fleeted to hide within the trees dense greenery. His decision to prance into the forests’ presence was being regretted now that he got a taste of the suns beams; he would much rather bask his body in the friendly rays. Alas, here he walks, adventuring deeper into the forest in a silent promise to find something worth interest or maybe even a clearing that the sun can reach; he didn’t keep his hopes up.
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    Ever since she left the Isle, she has continued to wander, avoiding an encounter with her persistent younger brother. She didn’t particularly care to see the look in his kind brown eyes when he discovered what she had decided to do with her daughter – or rather, what she had decided not to do, which was to raise her as a daughter at all. She and Woolf had agreed it was for the best, but Leander wouldn’t understand. He was too soft and kind and warm for the woman that she was now – a woman of ice and frost and winter.

    A woman who had little desire and less use for the things of this world that were soft and kind and warm.

    A raucous clamor of birdcall in the dense canopies above draws her glowing blue gaze. She exhales a cloud of cold breath from slender nostrils before she moves toward whatever had caused such an upset. Her eyes are hooded as she comes upon the large stallion, her delicate frame much smaller than his, though hers is covered in a layer of ice that armors her.

    Snowfall twists strangely down from the trees, catching wetly against bright green leaves and dusting the forest floor. “Hello,” she says in a voice that is whisper-soft – a voice that might deceive someone into believing the person to whom it belonged was as small and fragile as it sounded. Yet believing such things would be that person’s first mistake.  

    kora

    mage of winter


    @[Ransome]
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    Mary had been more active than ever since giving birth to Sabrina. She had been bound to Sylva for most of her pregnancy, now that Sabrina is safe to explore on her own, Mary could take the opportunity to leave the lands.

    She did just that, she had visited a few kingdoms in the recent weeks, some for her own personal benefit. But she had not been to the neutral lands for some time, and for that reason she decides to venture out to the forest.

    The forest was close, and the scent of the kingdom was specific. The sap of the trees lingered throughout, though it was different, it reminds her of her own forest.

    It did not take long to spot another equine, a chestnut with a much bigger and taller frame than her own. She takes a moment to watch the stallion, before noticing the approach of a palomino. Nows as good a time as ever, she thinks to herself.

    The palomino beats her to the equine, but she is able to catch the soft toned greeting she gives. Mary is not quiet in her approach, she finds a spot between the pair and with a smile gives a greeting. Hello, my name is Mary, and you are? Her gaze flicks between the two equines, both of them strangers.




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