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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


    Pity those who don't feel anything at all; Santana
    #1
    Briella
    no one understands me, too scared to command me. walking through an empty underworld of demons dancing.

    Above the canopy of the forest the sky had grown into a myriad of stars spread across the winedark vastness and touched at it’s horizon was a burst of the sun’s last light: gold and red, a mixture of champagne and blood. Clouds passed idle and grey, infused by the fading star enough to appear as if a smeared or tarnished gold amidst the sky. These colors painted the autumnal leaves and brightened them, cast dark shadows all through the thick wood and created patches where rustling squirrels and birds found themselves nesting and beginning rituals before the night. Fox and Owl, and all the creatures of the dark began to appear and hoots carried amidst cricket songs and the gentle light of fireflies.

    Between the trees and between the warrens… where briar and wild rose tangled with fern: she drifted, endless and without stop. A strange girl whose icy white strands of hair seemed to sparkle and glimmer, crystallized facets making multiple colors pass across the hollow and oddly refractive locks. Her eyes too contained similar things; but they were a base brilliant blue and pale enough to seem eerily opaque… the hooves as well were little more than gemstone and each movement caused the fading light to change course.

    Black at her base the strange of her body was dusted by pale blues and grey, by sharper patterns of brighter colors and splotches of white dots like stars. Though she was normal in all other ways, Briella found herself unable to truly hide the minute differences that separated herself from the others and with her gaze drawn to a murky pond... she became only more idly entranced as she noted the similarities between the star covered sky and herself.

    Inky and strange the water reflected like a mirror, painted the shadows and world into a picture amidst its surface… and therein she also noted the shade of movement in the brush and the ferns: drew her gaze upward as she peered quietly- a small, and weak voice hanging in the air.  “H- hello?”




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    These were the woods he had wandered as a youth. When he had been lost inside himself, uncertain of who or even what he was. Yes, these trees had been a haven for the dragonling. And now their comfort was much the same as it had been then, the serenity of quiet giants and soft moss it's own little world away from it all. 

    The compact stallion smiled softly as he found a towering beech to rub his hip against. The ground was growing marshy beneath his hooves, and tiny insects whirred ceaselessly about his eyes and ears. His opal and gold head shook them off in annoyance. A quick tongue of flame burst from his lips, and a scattering of crisp insect bodies fell to the ground. A snort of satisfaction was cut off when a shining something caught the light of his momentary flame, glinting through the murk. 

    His reflex was to be prepared. A shimmering wave rippled the length of his body, and where fine hair had been, opaline blue scales now covered him. Just as easily, predatory teeth filled his maw. Like this, he felt safer. He was armored against most anything now. 

    His feet dropped in deliberate steps, approaching where the mysterious light had shown. What he saw was not what he expected. 

    She was lovely, like a frozen lake at midnight. And her eyes were as bright as stars as they met his own unmatched gaze. A remarkable creature, there was no doubt, and yet he had the idea that perhaps they had met before. There was something familiar in the shape of her face, and the way she stood, even if he knew the color wasn't something he'd seen before. His own head tilted to one side as he considered, allowing a half smile as the memory returned. 

    "Hallo. Er... It's Briella, isn't it? Only I think we've met before. Maybe not. Er. I'm Santana, if we haven't." He fumbled his words, not sure how to approach the situation. It didn't help that speech was not made easier with a mouth full of dragon teeth. More to the point, if this was the girl he remembered from some time ago, she'd changed in remarkable ways. Beautiful ways. It was a weakness, he knew, but it had always been that there was nothing like a beautiful mare to get his heart racing. 

    @[Briella]
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