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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


    in the morning i sleep alone - any
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    and I discovered that my castles stand

    upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

    The Amazonian infection that the Falls were temporarily suffering from has finally cleared up, and the lanky bay stallion is left surveying a pool of water that is slowly become clear of blood. Having bled into the water more than his share of times (several of them fatal amount of blood) Texas doesn’t fault the bald mare for her contamination of the magical water, but he does want it to be pristine again.

    He likes watching the fish, afterall.

    With her herd of woman gone, the silence of the Falls becomes ever louder in his flicking ears. He’s not seen Eld or his son in several weeks, and it’s been even longer than that since he’d spoken with Shatter Me. There has been no news of alliances of treaties – or of politics at all – and though it’s clear from recent events that their alliance with the Amazons is strong, he’s heard nothing about the other kingdoms in several years.

    Having no desire for power (mostly because he already considers himself important enough), Texas doesn’t mind the absence of his queen. He does worry though, what would become of the Falls were they to be raided? They are a fruit ripe for the picking of any kingdom with an eye for a prize. Their army consists of Texas, a scarred stallion who had left the Dale but still returns smelling of it after brief forays (probably a spy, but they have no secrets worth telling), and Tyrna, who is just as absent as her mother. There had been a little colt for a while, but Texas had last seen him heading out of the kingdom with a cremello stallion. Someone that Shatter Me had sent to babysit the boy, Texas thought. Nothing to worry about.

    Shaking his head to rid himself of the few leaves that have fallen on him during his doze, the bay stallion picks his way carefully through the rocks along the water’s edge. He briefly contemplates calling out for someone – anyone – he is all to sure that the call will go unanswered, and so he paws idly at the water simply for something to do.

    texas

    T E X A S
    immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
    king of the falls


    Messages In This Thread
    in the morning i sleep alone - any - by Texas - 09-17-2015, 04:52 PM
    RE: in the morning i sleep alone - any - by Texas - 09-20-2015, 02:56 PM
    RE: in the morning i sleep alone - any - by Malka - 09-20-2015, 07:24 PM



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