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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    [open]  Edge of a new path
    #1
    He moved down the path making his way through the winter covered landscape. Legs stepping high as he pushed carefully though the snow that covered the mountain pass. Not that slipping and falling didn’t sound fun and all but he’d rather not. Best not make a fool of himself incase anyone was watching. He wasn’t sure if Kensa was or not as, as he had been following her lead from the field the pink haired stallion hadn’t looked were he had been going and took the wrong trail at one point only to realize and double back about ten minutes later. That was what he got for watching the sky and walking at the same time.

    Turning a corner the white faced mane spotted the entrance into the land and came to a halt. Pink eyes scanned it as it was a sight to behold. It was much different then the forests he grow up living within and moving to and from at the will of his uncle. Scanning the area before him he smiled. The wide open spaces was a rather pleased surprise. ”Will you look at that. What a fine looking sight to behold.” He commented. His voice clear and in a calm almost excited tone, but he kept his composure as he stood there.

    Ooc: @[Kensa] & anyone else. I thought might as well make him a thread here. Also this being a magic island I wasn’t sure if there would be snow in the mountains so I kept it vague.
    #2

    Winter in Beqanna. The frozen air greets his nose as he emerges from a hollow dwelling in the side of a craggy half-mountain. He shakes off stiffness of rest and sucks in a deep, chilly breath. His exhale is a thick plume of curling mist exiting him into cloud that quickly fades. It snowed just last night and his path is freshly untrodden again, only a small dent where it is well traveled by him and whomever he manages to bring back to his lovely little burrow. He descends down a small slope leading down to the lake and the center of Hyaline.

    Well hello.” Chemdog appears from behind the stallion, a crooked grin on his handsome face that remains half-veiled by his unruly forelock. He had missed his previous declaration of Hyaline’s snowy beauty, but would have eagerly agreed with him if he had heard. He waits to see if approaching might be allowed, standing safely a few feet away for the moment.

    Welcome to Hyaline.” He cannot help himself and rolls forward into a walk to approach the stranger. He adorns a trouble-maker sort of slant to his smile, his teal eyes bright. He keeps himself out of striking distance unless he’s invited closer, “I’m Chemdog – what brings you here?” he asks with a chipper, almost too chipper, tone to his deep voice.



    CHEMDOG
    to the window, to the wall


    @[Duskfall]




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