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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


    [open]  Driven Memories
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    As those hooves rose and fell in a steady albeit slow dance over the moss covered earth dampened from the drifting mists that shifted with the play of the winds spilling through and around the trees, the mares midnight eyes closed. Her mind was tormented by the images of the past, even as her nostrils flared to take in the crisp night air that herald the coming of spring. But her mind twisted the scent, burning trees, embers alight with both life and death filled her senses. Those soldiers of dark chocolate that looked black in the twilight despite the filtered moonlight that shown like silver tendrils down around the clearing, were flickered back, flat against the sleek skull, so much so that they were nearly hidden by the shimmering pale gold silver mane that rose and fell gently in time with each step. The urge to bolt, had those powerful muscles tense, shivering beneath her pelt. At least until a voice broke through the haze of nightmares that tormented her mind.

    The moon was reflected in the depths of those eyes as they snapped open, a single spear swiveled towards the strange voice that held a stallions depths to it. It took but a moment to pick the dappled green coat out from the darker backdrop. In and instant her limbs froze, the cascade of silk twitched, to slap at her flanks. But the male brought about the distraction she needed but would not admit to needing.

    “Hello…”

    Though her voice was as smooth as honey, and just as sweet, it was apparent she did not speak much. She did not shift towards the stallion, but neither did she move away from him. Guarded but…curious. Mentally she shoved the memories to the back of her mind, knowing this was simply a brief respite. Soon enough, once she was alone again, they would strike and claw at her soul with an unforgiving vengeance.

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    Driven Memories - by Valoris - 09-21-2022, 02:59 PM
    RE: Driven Memories - by Hackjob - 09-22-2022, 08:15 AM
    RE: Driven Memories - by Valoris - 09-23-2022, 04:33 PM
    RE: Driven Memories - by Hackjob - 09-25-2022, 12:16 PM



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