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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


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    #1
    The change in seasons is all it takes to motivate the black to move further inland. He departs Nerine after saying goodbye to his grandsire and, heads south. He chooses to hug the eastern coast of his mother kingdom until the landscape becomes dotted by redwood trees. Taiga. Jesper knew the land to be a part of the northern territory he calls home though, he knew little else. He chooses to hug the banks of the river that course through the mountain valleys of Hyaline. Unshod hooves land solidly upon the rocky terrain as the ground changes. Quad pillars march ebony equine forward in an easy walk stride until the thick tree trunks of Taiga give way to the rocky knolls of Loess. Jesper continues to stride on the known friendly border of Hyaline as he continues southward to the Forest.

    Finally, the familiar scent of one of his favorite haunts reaches his sensitive olfactories. Salmon-lined nostrils quiver as the comforting scent of fir and pine float in. Bronze-tipped ears prick forward and aquamarine gaze brightens eagerly despite the reduction in daylight reaching them. Stride becomes lighter, peppier even, as Jesper passes between two mature trees. Dark hooves land in a bed of pine needles and leaves as he marches animatedly deeper and deeper into the common land. He carries a soft smile as he moves through the woods, a sign of his growing comfort now that he is in his old stomping grounds. Of course, a visit to the mainland would include a return to the Forest. Jesper keeps his senses on a half-hearted alert as he navigates the maze of trees to the other common lands.
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    #2
    It was becoming pretty clear to Dizzy that she had some shit to deal with. Not just boring ordinary life shit, but like...emotional baggage that was getting in the way of her...well, if not happiness, then at least her ability to stop fucking up everything she touched. And everyone. So she left her kids with their respective dads, or at least the ones they acknowledged anyhow, and set out to...fuck, to try and figure some of this shit out. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, but her body needed to move and the island didn’t feel big enough. So she swam across the water to Tephra and let her restless heart take her wherever the hell it was she needed to go.

    She wasn’t wrong. The island wasn’t nearly big enough to contain her when she let her body take over and her mind wander. Honestly, she didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to her surroundings, didn’t even notice when she left the safety of Tephra’s lush volcanic greenery for the cool autumn forests of Sylva’s border. Barely processed how much more her muscles had to work going up and down the rambling hills of Loess. Even when she hit the forest and things started to look familiar, she still didn’t give it much thought, too caught up in the thoughts whirling inside to notice or care that the shape of these trees was far closer to the ones she’d grown up with.

    It wasn’t until she actually encountered another person that she startled back into herself, eyes wide at the sound of approaching footsteps. She froze, ears flicking back anxiously and then pricking forward to listen, heart racing as she looked around and realized just how alone she was, and so far from home. Her patchwork skin prickled with awareness, and tension tightened her shoulders and her back as memories of fire searing her inside and out made it hard to draw a breath.

    He was still out there. And she was so, so stupid.

    Shallow, nervous breaths caught in her throat as the stranger drew closer, and she stopped breathing entirely for a moment when he emerged from the trees. But there was a soft smile on his face, and no threat in his animated gait or his bright blue eyes. So she forced a smile onto her lips, made herself breathe again, did her best to pretend her heart wasn’t still racing in her chest as she nodded to him and said a soft, “hello.”
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