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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


    She sells seashells by the sea shore // Oceane, Any
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    HALCYON
      Halcyon has no memory of any home but Ischia, and his bright blue-green eyes that take in the scenery of the places they pass through with insatiable hunger. There more smells than the salt air, more sights on the horizon than the endless blue sea and the hazy rise of the mainland. Keeping up with Momma is not hard, even if he stops to stare now and again. There had been an almost-horse animal, with antlers on its head, and it had smelled delicious. But when he took a step toward it, the creature bounded away, its white tail raised like a flag.

    Halcyon huffs irritably and hurries to catch up with his mother and brother.

    The young tiger is barely taller at the shoulder than the freshly hatched Cormorant, but his long stride allows him to catch up quickly, and he moves beside them with ease. Occasionally he’ll pester Cormorant, but he is careful not to take the games too far. He is fond of his younger sibling, and not only for the fact that being busy with him in the water means that Halcyon has more time away from his mother’s gaze to explore on his own. And he has been exploring, learning the island of Ischia in his striped form. In truth, he is almost never in any other shape and is never any color other than orange, black, and white.

    He is about to step across the border when he realizes that @[Aquaria] and @[Cormorant] have stopped, and the sound of his mother’s voice calls him to a halt as well. Knowing they are meeting Momma’s friend, Halcyon’s feline shape grows slightly taller, his broad face grows just a bit longer. Still more tiger than horse, with a twitching tail and pawed feet, the yearling waits to being the socializing aspect of his very first non-Ischian adventure.
    shut off your mind and let your heart breathe


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    RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Oceane, Any - by Halcyon - 01-30-2020, 08:38 AM



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