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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


    [open]  Running From Myself
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    remember you could weep fire
    The sun is low in the sky, showering the field in an amber glow. Birds still singing their sweet songs within the leaves of trees on the outskirts of the vast land, their colors just beginning to change. The sweet smell of early autumn in the air. Valera strolls along the well worn paths, though this is the first time she has ever come to the field. Normally she has no need, as she has always had a home with her family, and she was never really a contributing member of a kingdom until she decided to take up residency with her king brother, and the rest of her draconic kin. A gold dust woman with her mothers paint splashed over her body, white wings tucked neatly at her sides, takes in the area with clementine eyes.

    She notices groups here and there, no doubt recruiters doing their thing, or nomads conversing. It was plenty busy this evening. Though, seemingly blending in with the newly changing landscape, Valera catches a glimpse of a delicate mare, she almost looked like a deer at first glace with her soot covered sandy coat and nervous mannerisms. Valera approaches the woman softly, as not to frighten the deer-like maiden. A warm whinny passes through pink lips. Her sugary voice was like that of a song bird. Her eyes bright, no wonder her family would considered her the sun amongst them all.

    "Good afternoon, it's lovely today isn't it?" she says with ears tipped so far forward, one may fear they would flop off. She has not met many other than those of her family members, so she is eager to converse. Often times she will find herself beginning to babble when she gets excitable." My name is Valera, I am from a kingdom called Loess. It's lovely to meet you." she extends her velveteen muzzle in a formal yet friendly greeting. In hopes of maybe forming yet another friendship.
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    Messages In This Thread
    Running From Myself - by Evelia - 10-16-2019, 04:40 PM
    RE: Running From Myself - by Valera - 10-16-2019, 06:23 PM
    RE: Running From Myself - by Aodhan - 10-17-2019, 12:41 PM
    RE: Running From Myself - by Evelia - 10-17-2019, 03:09 PM



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