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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


    The Dark Light [Mary]
    #1
    do you ever wonder...
    ...do you ever dream?

    Of course, it all seemed so beautiful at first. It is only after arriving that Velk wonders why he chose this time of year to visit. Summer in the Meadow is not like the Cove at all. There is no coastal breeze to break the humidity. Even after the day star sinks below the horizon, the night remains muggy and uncomfortable. The grasses stand as still as the air. From daybreak until dusk, winged insects hover around Velk's ears. The buzzing of their wings rings annoyingly in his eardrums. The black-and-white attempts to drive them away with repeated snaps of his tail and shakes of his head. The constant exertion, beneath the summer sun, creates a layer of perspiration upon his muscular hide. He grazes until he cannot bear it any longer. When he has had enough, he retreats to the shade of a nearby tree.

    After a few days in the relentless pasture, the Meadow begins to lose its appeal. Velk considers returning home but then, mother nature seems to take pity on him. As dawn breaks, so does the heat and, with it, the humidity. Blue gaze notes the lack of a haze upon the horizon and, with a yawn, he meanders out for a spot of breakfast. The drop in temperature creates a film of dew which coats his striped hooves and fetlock tendrils. Velk breathes a sigh of relief before he settles in to graze upon the tall grasses. What would the change in season bring to the Meadow today?

    Velk

    @[Mary]
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    #2
    It was her duty to venture out, visits to other kingdoms as well as the nomad lands. She had remained in Sylva for a couple weeks and figured it was as good a time to visit a nomad land as any.

    The trip was quick, at least it appeared that way. She swiftly made her way until she reached the tall grass, avoiding the harsh heat of the sun. Her tail swats annoyingly at the pestering bugs that surround her.

    As she reached the meadow it seemed to be a pointless visit, rather quiet today. Though she thought about turning around and heading home she silently stalked in hopes to run into another.

    As luck would have it, it wasn't long until she spotted another. She watches him in the comfort of her hiding spot, only for a moment. He was pleasant to look at, his muscles well defined. He was similar to her own age, and his blue mane complimented the dark on his pelt.

    Finally she breaks from her hiding spot, she approaches him and it isn't until she was a few paces from him that she catches the familiar scent of the Cove. Her eyes narrow in on him, she had smelled it before, from Valdis, and the other stallion who visited her home.

    A smirk tugs at her lips, it seems that she was destined to run into the Cove members, perhaps she could convince him to Sylva as well. Hello, my name is Mary , her voice was gentle as she gazes at the defined brute. Are you from the Cove? She asks even though she knows the answer.

    @[Velk]




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    #3
    do you ever wonder...
    ...do you ever dream?

    Tufted ears flicker back as ink-and-white steed hears the crushing of grasses beneath hooves. The pace of the stride is far from hurried so, Velk decides there is no need to fret. He lifts his poll slowly and turns to face the direction of the sound. Head shakes to move sapphire tresses out of his line of sight and, that is when he catches sight of her. A female! Her brown eyes are soft and alluring. Her pelt is the lightest shade of green he has ever seen and, her hooves are scarlet. There is no doubt he finds himself caught off guard and, for a few moments, entranced. Finally, Velk unfreezes and muscled haunches pivot so that he may face her. He blinks a few extra times to make sure she is not just an illusion. It is now that her perfume enters his nostrils and, the hairs on the base of his neck stand up. The exact same scent lingered on Valdis' skin when she came to visit.

    Completely intrigued now, Velk offers a meek smile in return. He feels every muscle of his chassis ripple before he takes a single breath - in, and then, out. As this is his first encounter with a female other than family, he hopes he does not make a complete fool of himself. He continued to make a conscious effort to breathe at a normal rate. She introduces herself and, Velk notes how her tone is tender and smooth. He opens his mouth to answer her question and, does his best to control the exhilaration in his voice. "Yes, Miss Mary," (He makes sure to properly annunciate her name and, finds that he likes the way it sounds.) "I am from the Cove. My name is Velk." He decides it best to speak in short sentences so that he can avoid sounding like an over-excited schoolboy. So, he pauses while deciding the best way to keep their conversation going. He goes with the obvious and asks, "Where have you traveled from, today?"

    Velk

    @[Mary]
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    #4
    She approaches the black and white stag, though he seems in a trance like state. It took a moment for him to respond, but when he does he gives her an alluring smile.

    She introduces herself, inquiting if he was from the Cove, curious why the faeries keeping drawing her to the eastern members. He confirms her suspicions, she could sense a sort of excitement in his voice...

    Her gaze narrows on the young stag, she was overly curious of him now. He intrduces himself as Velk, and after a pause he continued on to ask her where she resides.

    A grin pulls at her maw as she closes the gap between the pair, stretching out to press her maw to the base of his neck. Velk, she says his name nearly in a whisper. She gently tugs at the strands of his midnight blue mane, your mane is a beautiful shade. She says as she flicks her pelt to match his own, instead of black it was the blue of his mane.

    She steps back looking for his gaze, I come from Sylva, I have had a few visitors from the Cove visit my home as of late. She pauses as she glances into his gaze with a gentle smile. Partially why I was drawn to you.

    @[Velk]




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    #5
    do you ever wonder...
    ...do you ever dream?

    He could feel her warm brown eyes boring into his heart. The longer his blue eyes linger upon her, the more he feels himself yearning to touch her. As if she can read his thoughts, she smirks. As Mary reaches out her whiskered muzzle, Velk holds his breath. He feels the warmth of her exhale upon his nape and, only releases his breath when she lightly pulls at his mane. His name whispered on her lips causes his heart to pound within its cavity. His ribcage rises and falls more quickly as her touch stirs every fiber of his being. If his cheeks were white, the male was quite certain her compliment would have him blushing. Velk musters what little self-control he has left and, pulls away.

    He steps back until his bright blue eyes can see all of the lady. Instead of a pastel green, she now sports a cloak of brilliant blue (an identical shade of blue to his own) and white. He stares for a moment at her new pattern - his pattern - before he reaches his own muzzle out to her. His whiskers brush her sleek canvas first and then, his soft plush kisses her elegant nape. He keeps his touch light and brief, just long enough to verify her pelt is as real as his. He had known all sorts of Beqanna magic in his short life and yet, this threw him for a loop. Well, now that he has covered that, Velk withdraws his touch. He hears the rest of her lulling words and catches her sweet smile. He returns her smile with a warm smile of his own and then, he replies. "My shade of blue looks stunning on you, Mary. Sylva, you say? I have heard so much talk about the foliage and, yet, you are far more eye-catching."

    As the last words roll off of his tongue, the black-and-white stops resisting. A wave of confidence washes over him and Velk decides to act. He steps forward and stretches his muzzle out to the base of her ear. He exhales a warm breath upon her cheek before whispering into her ear, "Tell me, Mary, would you take me home?" Velk could not be sure what would come out of all of this flirting; however, he could not bring himself to stop. He could not remember feeling more alive than he did at her tender touch. She is invigorating, to say the least. The naive male found himself helplessly drawn to her. He wants more - of her whispering his name; of her warm breath upon his skin; of her enchanting smile; of whatever else she has to offer. In fact, he finds that he can only focus on her. His one desire is her. So long as she pulls him in, he will be sure to fall for her.

    Velk

     @[Mary]
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