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    • Year: 232
    • Season: Autumn
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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

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        Thread: drown my sorrow, no tomorrow; anyone
    Post: RE: drown my sorrow, no tomorrow; anyone
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    		 loam Forest 5 3,685 11-16-2017, 01:47 PM
        Thread: drown my sorrow, no tomorrow; anyone
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    		 loam Forest 5 3,685 10-24-2017, 12:48 AM
        Thread: drown my sorrow, no tomorrow; anyone
    Post: drown my sorrow, no tomorrow; anyone
    Loam has made a home in the forest beside her green scummy pond. Animals do not come to drink from this water and if they do, they die but Loam likes to look at their skeletons beneath the green scum...
    		 loam Forest 5 3,685 09-13-2017, 08:45 PM
        Thread: fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle; loam
    Post: RE: fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle; loam
    Hickory. Hick-or-y. The name is like gospel on her lips; part of that forbidden fruit that she has taken a bite out of and can still feel the meaty pulp of it sliding down her throat, wet - slick ...
    		 loam Meadow 1 1,976 08-27-2016, 09:39 PM
        Thread: i love you as certain dark things are to be loved; hickory
    Post: RE: i love you as certain dark things are to be lo...
    Loam can feel the jangling of Hickory’s nerves like an alarm that keeps going off; it is a rhythm unnatural and not altogether unfamiliar to the sable mare but she wants to press her lips to the pulse...
    		 loam Forest 6 4,524 04-23-2016, 03:25 AM
        Thread: i love you as certain dark things are to be loved; hickory
    Post: RE: i love you as certain dark things are to be lo...
    “Yes,” she murmurs, her own excitement a hot coal that sits in her breast and stirs to life, flaming and fierce as she is remembered and recognized - things she exists for, lest she fade to little mor...
    		 loam Forest 6 4,524 03-19-2016, 01:00 PM
        Thread: i love you as certain dark things are to be loved; hickory
    Post: RE: i love you as certain dark things are to be lo...
    Loam is… not the first, not the last - she has seen to the contribution of her own ruin through every foal that passes the unforgiving cradle of her hips, promising that she will never be the last but...
    		 loam Forest 6 4,524 03-05-2016, 10:47 PM
        Thread: i love you as certain dark things are to be loved; hickory
    Post: i love you as certain dark things are to be loved;...
    He left her - - Gone, like a wisp of smoke. Gone, without a goodbye. Fool! She calls herself as she broods beside her favorite pond, green and scummy, in the densest part of the forest where none...
    		 loam Forest 6 4,524 02-18-2016, 01:50 PM
        Thread: a man of true worth [any]
    Post: RE: a man of true worth [any]
    If asked, she could never say exactly what it was about him that bewitched her like so. It could have been the vigor in the dark of his eyes (she notices how world weary they look now); the subtleties...
    		 loam Forest 5 4,646 12-20-2015, 09:43 PM
        Thread: a man of true worth [any]
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    How quaint to meet again by dusk; better the almost-night because she can only suffer so much brightness and he was always ever-bright to her eyes. Loam cannot shake that queer sense of longing al...
    		 loam Forest 5 4,646 12-15-2015, 10:41 PM
        Thread: a man of true worth [any]
    Post: RE: a man of true worth [any]
    The forest crowds close; Loam is too deep within it to tell if the hot bright morning is long gone. She is a creature of mossy nook and damp crevasse - an aberration of their species, because the ligh...
    		 loam Forest 5 4,646 12-15-2015, 10:52 AM
        Thread: fault lines tremble underneath my glass house; a kristin pony
    Post: RE: fault lines tremble underneath my glass house;...
    Loam has a heart, obviously - she was not the walking dead after all. She has a heart; the meat of it is slick red and throbbing. What her heart lacks is motivation - either love or hate, there is o...
    		 loam Meadow 1 1,712 12-07-2015, 07:13 PM
        Thread: places of stilled time; any
    Post: RE: places of stilled time; any
    Loam was not misnamed and like her namesake, she was earthy and neutral to an extent. Like her name, she was baseborn, claiming no greatness ran in the thick red soup of her veins though she was once ...
    		 loam Meadow 4 2,821 12-07-2015, 10:38 AM
        Thread: places of stilled time; any
    Post: bones and dust;
    Loam has no sense of longing. No true sense of it, that is. She had aspirations once, to be as grand as her second - only, really - mother had been (the first was bones now and bones still, bones in...
    		 loam Meadow 4 2,821 12-03-2015, 07:05 PM
        Thread: places of stilled time; any
    Post: places of stilled time; any
    Eyes open - - Green, as raw emeralds left in the earth; no sparkle, no shine, all hard and dark. Green, as ivy, that chokes the life out of everything it comes across; beautiful, deadly. She feel...
    		 loam Meadow 4 2,821 12-03-2015, 09:50 AM