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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


    [open]  Upon the Four Winds [Any]
    #1
    Nestled beneath an ancient oak she had often drifted off to the dream world.  It was in this world that she had her greatest adventures, fore her world was quite plain.  

    Scattered about the wide-open spaces were herds upon herds of every hoofed mammal imaginable.  Bison, elk, pronghorn, deer and of course horses. Her natal herd wasn’t small, but it was also not the largest.  The lead stallion, Nvgi, who was also her father, was a powerful appaloosa.  Her mother, the lead mare Agowatiha, was an escaped ranch horse.  She was as fast as the summer breeze and as beautiful as the western sunset.  Together they lead a formidable family herd on the western mountain range.

    When she was born her mother knew right away, she was special.  Birthed in the fresh green of spring, alongside the fawns of the local deer herd, she was given the name Awi.  She was a lithe thing; all leg and hide.  The speckles down her back were nothing like they had ever seen, and her face, well that set her apart from the rest. 

    Months turned to years as she grew up wild and free on the hilltop plains.  Often, she would take to the forests, following the deer paths that zigzagged through the underbrush.  It was in the forests she found serenity.  The dappled sunlight, filtered by the canopies above, danced along the moss-covered ground.  Creatures of all shapes and sizes grew accustomed to her presence and often came out of hiding to watch her pass thru.  Some even engaged with her, like the family of red fox whose kits loved to race her down the trails.

    It is here that the ancient oaks towered overhead, and it is here that she often curled up for a nap, dreaming dreams of magical worlds far beyond the normalcy of her homeland.



    The sunlight tickles her nose, probing her to wake from her slumber.  Her sienna eyes open, blinking away the dryness.  With a lift of her head from the forest floor, she yawns before looking around.  The first thing she notices in a large blue butterfly fluttering through the beams of daylight.  She had never seen such vibrant blue before and the iridescent sheen that shimmered when the light hit it was quite magical.

    It begins to swirl about her head, tugging at her ivory ear.  She looks up, trying to understand what it is the creature was trying to do.  It is in this shift of view she notices the forest she knew so well had changed.  Tiny flowers dotted along the mossy tree trunks; great vines hung overhead with brilliant blooms.  Birds and butterflies of all colors leapt from one to the next, sipping the sweet nectars inside. 

    Decidedly she stands, her dished face turning to view the entirety of the new scenery.  Convinced she is just within a world apart from her own brought on by internal fantasies, she revels in the magic of this place.  A deep yearning for it to be real washes over her like the tides of the ocean. 

    But she knows this is only temporary.  A childish fantasy deep within the recesses of her mind, and that eventually she will need to wake up to her mundane reality.

    Except it is not a dream.

    Little does she know that within the forests of her mountain home a fae had come upon her as she slept and granted her that of which she most desired.

    Wide eyed she begins to walk down a beaten trail, examining the unique flora as she moves along.  Her large ears twitch at every sound and her nostrils drink in every scent, it felt so real that she could taste the musty earth.  A warmness fills her heart as she takes it all in, noting the blue butterfly was still dancing before her in an inviting way.  "What is it friend?"  

    Oh how she wished she could speak to the woodland creatures.
    ~ Awi ~
    Cast All Your Worries Upon The Winds


    Open to anyone to convince her she is not dreaming : )
    #2

    I would take a whisper if that’s all you had to give

    It had been an age since this soul had occupied a body - but it was time once again to walk the earthly plane. From sea spray and jungle fronds he came forth, fully formed. Deep within the forest glen he found himself awakening, not unlike the stranger who dreamed nearby. Eyes of ocean blue blinked rapidly, adjusting to the speckled sunlight that filtered through the canopy above. Where he expected to see the rolling sands and crashing waves of his homeland, Quetzalli found himself surrounded by green, lush moss. Looking skyward, he recognized the familiar greenery of vines and temperate blooms that threaded through the branches - though while it was familiar, this was not home.

    Stretching limbs that were creaking and tight from disuse, the young roan stallion lifted himself slowly to his feet. He was as unsteady as a newborn colt, all gangly limbs and wonder. As he stood, he disturbed a riot of brilliantly blue butterflies into took flight - swirling around his body like a miniature tornado. A single creature left the flock and landed softly upon his muzzle, wings spreading across his vision.

    ”Hello there, little friend.”

    Flexing his muscles, Quetzalli spread the matching wings that had been tucked tightly against his sides as he slept. Stunning blue and green feathers caught the dappled light. He stretched the limbs wide, shivered, and shook the sleep from his body finally. Startled by his movement, the butterfly took off into the forest.

    Curious about this new world, Quetzalli followed.

    His hoofbeats were almost silent on the mossy loam, The quiet cacophony of the forest surrounded him and very nearly drowned out the soft words of the stranger who wandered another path. Almost - but not quite. He paused, looking around himself into the gloom of the trees. He could not see another soul, but the foliage was thick here. The voice could be mere feet from him, and he could perhaps miss the speaker in the lush greens. So he waited a few moments more before he called out. ”Hello?”

    ~ Quetzalli

    Kornari

    #3
    The doe-like mare follows the blue butterfly blindly, sweeping her head from side to side as her sienna eyes take in the sights that surround her.

    With light steps, muffled by the thick cushion of moss beneath her, she could go unheard by any that may be here.  But why would they hear her anyways as she is dreaming, wasn't she?

    Moving along the path she speaks to her winged guide as if it could understand her.  Maybe it could, in one way or another, sensing she was misplaced here in this unfamiliar forest.

    She is happy for its company, continuing to trail it, when suddenly a distant aura distracts her.  Enough so that she doesn't hear the murmur of a greeting through the thickened underbrush.

    Leaving it to flutter off alone, she turns to approach what appears to be the forests edge.  The light of the day blinding her as she slips beneath low branches that snag her mane.  She scuffs loudly, so much so that the other lost to the trees may follow the sound.  Finding her breaking free of the deadened branches as they snap from the force of her pulling at them.  Just before she stumbles into the openness of the Meadow and runs into another...
    ~ Awi ~
    Cast All Your Worries Upon The Winds


    @Quetzalli  Thanks for joining her thread!  Because her timeline has moved recently into another thread I led this reply into that next thread here.  Feel free to join in there!




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