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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]  Nothing matters but the pain when you’re alone [any]
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    despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came

    I moved in quietly, calmly, though my head was anything but calm. Inside my mind raged a storm like you could never truly  understand. It was there where the thoughts were darkest, cruel and unkind, wrapping angry little tendrils into the deepest recesses of my head. There were thoughts of failure and miscalculations, thoughts of loneliness and sadness, but mostly, there were thoughts of death. I wished right now that I could fall upon an unsheathed sword, lay my poor heart to rest at the end of what felt like an eternity.    


    I shift my gaze from the ground to the world around me. The land I had entered was littered with life, mostly other horses, but here and there a hare would hop gingerly about with ears perked and eyes wide, waiting for danger to arrive. The horses milled in groups and by themselves, though mostly in groups. I would stay away from them, as groups made me highly uncomfortable. I never knew how to properly conduct myself. Sometimes I was overly excited, annoying some would say. At others I was simply quiet and an outcast. What would it be here?  



    As I pondered that question, I moved further into the field, my eyes now taking in the scenery. The field rolled gently into small hills, and at the far end was a large cliff with a rush of water cascading into a fair sized lake below. I liked water, so it was this direction I chose to move, my dainty legs moving effortlessly across the land, my hooves beating a rhythmic tune in the grasses below.  It was as if I danced to a beat only I could hear, though after some time, I gently began to him, a soft tune, of a song that had been the only nice thing my mother had given me as a child, though I weren’t much older than a child now.   



    Finally, I came to the edge of the water, and this is where I stop, just close enough that the water rolls up and licks gently at my hooves, splashing my hocks. I stamp one hoof in the water, and it splashed up my legs. The water trickles down from there, the sensation creating a slight tickling feeling that I thoroughly enjoy. It is here that I will wait, playing casually in the shallow waters, for whatever might come next.

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    Nothing matters but the pain when you’re alone [any] - by Borderline - 08-12-2020, 01:20 PM



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