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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


    [private]  chaser [Aurora]
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    Diable Rouge
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    Diable Rouge had promised her he'd come back this time, after he had found their son. 

    Admittedly, that task took him longer than expected, and Phoebus was not particularly happy to see him. Diable Rouge was disappointed, but not surprised. He couldn't imagine the pain, anger, and confusion his son was feeling...but what mattered is that Phoebus was alive, and would go to the Dale to see his mother eventually. Rou had secretly hoped Phoebus would travel with him, but his baby was not such a baby anymore, and he had to accept that. Maybe one day he could forgive, but for now, Rou had other things to attend to. 

    The journey to the Dale was pleasant until it wasn't. The rocky terrain proved hard for Rou to navigate, and he tried his best to stay on the pathways, avoiding the boulders. He was thankful when he finally reached the center of the kingdom. The crisp autumn wind blew gently through his thick mane and the chaser decided to trot to the large, crystalline lake. He bowed his head and took a long drink of water. 

    When he finally raised his head, he flared is nostrils, trying to catch the scent of AuroraElis. There were a lot of scents, but he couldn't quite place hers. Diable Rouge let out a nicker, calling to her, urging her to come to him. 
    I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure


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