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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


    [private]  I'm no sweet dream but I'm one hell of a night: Star pony
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    If only time could be rewritten.

    In a different world, she could have had a chance for a normal life. A fulfilling one with all the bells and whistles like love, friendships, and happiness. In a different world, perhaps she would have been given a different name.

    If only time could be rewritten.
    And yet it cannot.

    A mare steps from the shadows, golden and pretty, revealing herself in the filtered moonlight that breaks through the trees. In response, she lies with a lovely little laugh. "Oh, you startled me!” as she glances away as if embarrassed of which she isn’t in the least. In the few seconds that they speak, she is already deep in observation. The coyness lingering in the strangers smile that she catches from the corner of her gray eye, the lack of any obvious signs of magic. It doesn’t mean the other would be untraited. Like her Uncle, this one might also have tricks hidden up her sleeves. She comes away with the notion to proceed carefully until she can uncover more about where she is and who exactly she had come across in the middle of the night.

    Her Uncle had taught her about all the different magics in the world he had experienced or learned about. It had always been something he had been passionate for, discovering how magic worked. He had always liked to see if he could find the source of it in a body, an unorthodox approach that very few approved of. It didn’t entice her the way it enticed him but that never seemed to bother him. That wasn’t her purpose after all.

    The liver colored mare is careful to keep her mind blank and her demeanor calm as she looks back to the blue eyes of the unknown mare, her own pretty smile never faltering. "I’m new here.” She says, a partial lie and partial truth. She had not been seen in these lands since before the Reckoning and the way Beqanna had restructured itself geographically did make it new to her. "I’m Indi.” She gives the agreed upon alias easily, it rolls off her tongue as if she had said it a million times, as if that truly was her name. "Could you escort me? I think I've gotten turned around.”

    Vindictive

    Seeing red again


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    RE: I'm no sweet dream but I'm one hell of a night: Star pony - by Vindictive - 02-10-2022, 11:52 AM



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