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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


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    moonchild; jeje <3
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    It's easy to manuver the ruins in daylight with an adequate sense of direction but at night it was a bit trickier. The young mare squints slightly as a cloud has drifted drunkenly over the large face of the full moon. Wolfsy curses slightly under her breath as her forehoof clips a bit of rubble and sends her stumbling. She falters, nearly misses the ground, but catches herself at the last moment just in time for the thick clouds to dissipate. Wolfsy turns one eye upward with a seething glare before huffing and picking her way from the thick of the ruins.

    The black and white mare manages to find a cozy courtyard with the least amount of debris. There are wildflowers and sweet grass growing between the old pillars and through the long gone foundation. She is grateful for the dampness of the evening dew since spring had stretched the sunlight thin like fresh taffy. The pied mare drops her head to tug at the grass with hurried clips of her teeth. She can scent another not far off and presumed it would be snarrter to eat as quickly as possible before she would be ran off.

    WOLFSY

    crisis x neverlast



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