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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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    you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene
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    i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high

    Reave is a curious creature by nature, but his recent conversations with his sister followed by his cousin had focused that curiosity (however briefly) on one particular subject. Though he knows beyond doubt Aela’s interests here are purely political (well, almost - she probably didn’t know he was aware of her affections for galaxy stallion, but there are few secrets where he is concerned), her interest in this territory had piqued his own.

    Whether his interest is a good thing or not is yet to be determined.

    Though his youth had been wild and he had explored far, he had only ever skirted the edges of the Pampas. That was about to change today, however. The trek from the northern moors is a long one. Reave does not hurry (there is no need, after all). With Rune far overhead, there is little to surprise him as he makes the journey.

    By the time he reaches the rolling, flower-infested hills, he is coated in the dust of travel. Despite the evidence of his trek, his step is light, a barely leashed energy bubbling inside him as he peers forward curiously. At first glance, he doesn’t quite see what is so entrancing about the little territory. It is a place made for a soft and gentle life, so very unlike the harshness of the cliffs he calls home or barrenness of the desert he knows his sister prefers.

    He doesn’t hesitate when entering the kingdom. The bone-shrouded stallion has never paid a great deal of attention to borders. It is such an old and antiquated tradition to guard them, standing sentry over an invisible, imagined line. One that has done little good in the long and turbulent history of this continent.

    He pauses, staring curiously at a creature moving in the distance, the indistinct shape appearing almost like a small hill were it not for the tusks protruding from the tangle of grass where he imagines a face would be. He snorts, amused as he watches it. Ultimately however, he is not here for that. No, he has much more interesting pursuits in mind. Specifically the strange and callous stallion that had recently come to head this territory.

    reave



    @Obscene


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    you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - by Reave - 06-25-2021, 10:59 AM



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