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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


    for Pot of Custard (and all herd!)
    #1
    eIt doesn't take them long to make it to the Gemstone Ridge. Njenyi had kept a careful eye on the other spotted stallion, but he had made no threatening moves. 

    "Your name?" he asks the mare, his voice rough and deep. He prefers to remain silent, but knowing the name of the mare that is now carrying his foal is probably a useful thing. 

    When they arrive in the center of the herdland, he raises his head and calls out for the other two mares. Now the three of them can keep each other company, and Njenyi can resume normal herd stallion activities. He'll patrol the edges of the land and keep out danger, and keep in the mares. In only a matter of days he's managed to do what few zebra stallions can, and gathered a properly sized harem without having to spill a a single drop of blood to do
    #2
    "My name is Pot Of Custard,but call me Custard because my sister is called Pot for short."after saying thsi to the stallion she trotted off to the two mares.




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