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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


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    [open]  About the things that we could be; ANY and ALL icicles
    #3

    stars when you shine, you know how i feel
    oh freedom is mine

    There is a deep, still-healing scar that ranges from his chest to behind his left-wing. It had only been by the grace of another gifted horse that Nashua had even survived. The thing that had burst from the pegasus ought to have killed him; the scar - if seen - stands as a testament to the tale of one monster lurking in the Taigan woods, thanks to an ancestor.

    Only after Nashua is certain that his family is safe - Noel has returned to Taiga and that the twins are alright, that he knows Yanhua will keep watch where he cannot - does the striped stallion return to the Isle. The journey is perilous and dark and at one point, Nash had very nearly fallen into the sea. Flight by endless night is not a form of travel that the young pegasus recommends and he curses again as he attempts to locate anyone across the frigid tundra.

    He'd about given up hope - perhaps Leilan had taken to the mainland, had gone to find his children - and was contemplating returning to Taiga (but he is so damn tired).

    But then a voice carries on the swift wind and Nashua turns quickly, jerking his head towards the direction of the sound. He curses again and steps off to find the culprit. The first shadow is a size similar to his twin brother but bulkier and it sparks a wild smile on the pale mouth of the younger stallion. "Freyr," Nash calls out before he finds him and another in the dark. He turns his blazed head to glance at the other, thinking it might be Jesper but finds a familiar face that he can't quite recall instead (though maybe Chemdog remembers the little flaxen colt that had stood protectively in front of his mother the day that they had met). He nods to the stranger and then breathes a sigh of relief.

    "You're the first I've found." He tells the pair, "it would seem the Isle is no longer a popular vacation spot." Nash half-jokes, wincing from the tender pain that runs white-hot along his chest.


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    RE: About the things that we could be; ANY and ALL icicles - by Nashua - 01-22-2021, 11:01 AM



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