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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


    always weigh what I've got against what I left; any
    #8

    Zeik listens, but he doesn’t hear. If Makai had no way to turn back or save what was lost, then what was stopping him from finally doing whatever it was that he needed to do? With nothing to live for, why does one go on? Zeik considers Makai the most curious of paradoxes, but he finally understands that the smokey stallion will not budge on the subject of explaining himself, so he must be content with what he’s gathered so far. They’re an odd pair, to be sure, but this is the most interaction Zeik has had with another horse in a very long time. So it saddens him when Makai turns the conversation over to him. How could Zeik explain that he had no story to tell? Surely the other stallion would grow bored.

    But if he insisted, then Zeik would comply.

    The question Makai poses is a rather dull one, but it’s one that Zeik actually has some back story on. The roan half-smirks, eyes rolling away from his companion so that he can recall an image of his mother. Yes, even lonely falcons have their own beginnings. “Technically yes, I was born with this trait. But, like anyone with a skill, I had to master the craft.” He remembers his early years on the outskirts of the Desert with Celestina. Keeping away from everything Beqanna had to offer while he perfected his transformations and took flying tips from his dam. Celestina had been gifted with wings too, but they were permanently attached to her body. The two had flown together until Zeik had learned that she had no more to offer, and then shifted and darted away, remaining in his Falcon form until he’d matured.

    In fact, up until recently, he’d spent less time in his horse form than he had in his raptor one. “I’ve spent my life here, in the meadow. A vagabond, if you will.” He chuckles, turning back to look at Makai. “So I guess we’re not so different after all.” Despite himself, he begins to think that he’s enjoying Makai’s company. “I guess the question is: what’ll I do now?” He says, tail flicking absently at his haunches. “What will you do now?” He asks, forgetting about the stipulation Makai has set.

    ZEIK

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    RE: always weigh what I've got against what I left; any - by Zeik - 09-22-2015, 03:04 PM



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