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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


    Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me [Demian, Any]
    #4
    What Is An Ocean But A Multitude Of Drops
    Astri really isn’t sure what she’s good at yet. Texas had beat her on the battlefield, but she attributes that to his experience and his surprisingly bold nature. She hasn’t given much thought to diplomacy and its rules, but she also doesn’t consider herself much of a game changer. She simply is, and for now that seems to be enough. A trifling wind disturbs her mane and she thinks nothing of it until a rather solid sound behind her causes her to glance back to her right in concern. Surprise surprise, it’s a rather large stallion. Her nostrils flare and she searches the air for foul play, but he seems more bored with her than anything.

    So bored, in fact, that Astri narrows her eyes and wonders why he even bothered. “Curious.” She replies, making her own disinterest apparent. Her gaze rakes over him though, and she’s impressed with the overall package, but it doesn’t hide the fact that he seems like an incredibly dull creature. She wonders vaguely if this is how all Valley members are. With the slow blink of her eyes she’s about to spark conversation, but a chuckle halts her.

    The second to arrive is almost the mirror opposite of this first. And, (if Astri was being honest with herself) much more appealing. “Oh that’s quite alright.” Astri retorts, glancing back at the shadowy man. “I take it he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t need to say much to get his point across.” A flicker of a smirk and then she’s back to Demian, who introduces himself and the brooding Tarnished. She joins the spotted stallion in his chuckle, wondering again just how hard the watchdog could bite if tempted. “I’m Astri, a new member of the Chamber.” She begins, turning to look between both of them before continuing. “I thought I could swing by and brush up on some diplomatic skills, since we’re so closely aligned and all.”

    She smiles, a rare feature for her, and shifts her position to appease the squirming demon inside of her. “Anything new and exciting going on here?”
    astri
    yule x astrah


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    RE: Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me [Demian, Any] - by Astri - 09-04-2015, 03:25 PM



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