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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


    squeeze me, I dare you [Sylvan pledges + Any = welcome]
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    "If a kingdom is to be strong we will need numbers"

    Delta said it. Sinner agreed. Since his first (and only) encounter with the hellhound, the bay splash could not help but feel like he needed to contribute more. He did go on one diplomatic visit, with Mary, but, he also volunteered to contribute to Sylva. He needs to do more. Besides, he preferred to keep from running into the hellhound. At least, if Juice does after today, he can prove he had been out recruiting.

    The naive lad heads southeast towards the Forest. His rationale is that anyone hanging out there already has an affinity for all Sylva has to offer. And, the young stallion would feel more comfortable, as well. A light trot carries him out from behind the treeline of the autumn forest and, into the midday sun bathing Loess. For his first hike East, Juice finds the weather to be mostly accommodating. The early summer heat is tolerable when not under the protection of the canopy. The natural light floods the uneven grounds of Loess as he navigates the rocks for the first time. He is grateful no one approaches to distract him from each careful footfall. A few insects target him though a snap of his tail against his flank or, a toss of his poll keeps them at bay.

    Glossy, black eyes catch sight of a treeline in the distance and, the male realizes he is almost there! His two-beat jog becomes more animated with anticipation. He lifts his knees higher and raises his poll. When Juice crosses the border into the common land, his sensitive nasal passages flood with the many mixed perfumes. A chipmunk scuttles underfoot before diving off of the path and, into the safety of the underbrush. Although Sylva is home to such other life, the fast motion startles Juice and he leaps to his left. With a short, the lad decides to slow down and, settles his pace into a peppy walk. The coolness of the woods is welcome after his short jaunt. As he strolls along the path, dark gaze scans the Forest in hope that someone would show up. His idea would hardly work if he could not find someone to bring home with him.


    OOC note: Juice wants to find a recruit for Sylva.
    I want him to get some character development.
    Any one is welcome =)
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