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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


    The north wind meets the sea - Izora Lethia
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    She inhales a deep breath of cool, spring air. The snow had started to melt. Where ice once glazed the top of the white flakes, it now suck easily as she moved fluidly through her forest - her home.

    The days were passing quickly towards Lilli's return and the thought brought a smile to her face. She had already gone through so much with out her friend by her side, she had never expected leading to be this taxing. The quiet of the red woods as of late brought an even broader smile to her face, though she knew it wouldn't last long.

    Nothing lasts forever.

    Her mind wandered as her feet moved forwards to Aten and her son, Kalil. She found herself praying every night that they were okay. She would take simple abandonment over something tragic any day, then at least she knew they would be okay.

    The shadow above her in the clear, sunny sky did not evade her, however, and with ears cocked and eyes alert she found herself moving parallel to the obscured sight.

    The call came before the view of a man perched in a small clearing before her. The way his mane and tail shimmered streaks in the sun light drew a curious twinkle to her amethyst eyes. She approached the bay roan stranger gracefully, her body moving fluidly over a tangle of roots. She stopped on the edge of the clearing, the sun filtering over her golden, chocolate dipped body. Her mane hang softly against her neck and her forelock framed her face gracefully. After years of prospering in the redwoods she had aged beautifully.

    Welcome to Taiga. I'm Izora Lethia, matriarch, but you can call my Lethy. She's a beauty isn't she? her voice fell from her lips like soft bells. Where Aten had been large, and rugged, she was soft, and untouched (all but the ragged pink scar across her muzzle that she had acquired as a child). Her and Aten, however, obtained one similar trait. They were a peaceful pair, the sight of a new stranger pulled a small quirky smile to her face as her alluring purple eyes darted around the giant red wood trees back to the man infront of her. 
    forget me not; but never remember
    Lethy

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