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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]  Not All That Glitters is Gold [Jack]
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    Jack gently nudges Aurora, hoping to rouse her from her slumber. The glow of the filly's flames illuminates their surroundings, casting dancing shadows in the darkness. A sense of unease washes over the stallion as he detects a hint of danger, his ears twitching and nostrils flaring in alarm.

    Regret gnaws at him for not realizing Aurora's pregnancy earlier and failing to comprehend its significance. If only he had been aware, perhaps he could have provided her with the support she needed. In the dim light, the whites of Jack's eyes gleam as the flickering flames of the filly cast an ethereal glow. He nudges the mare and colt again, his senses on high alert as he hears an unfamiliar voice nearby.

    Positioning himself protectively in front of them, he conceals his own fear, projecting an air of unwavering strength. The stranger's intense gaze is fixed upon the mare and colt, and when it lands on Jack, an icy shiver runs down his spine. "Who wants to know?" he snarls, his ears pressed flat against his head, his body taut and rigid, and his tail swishing deliberately against his hindquarters. If he possessed the ability, it feels as though smoke would be billowing from his nostrils. "Keep your distance," he growls, a warning edge to his voice.

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    RE: Not All That Glitters is Gold [Jack] - by Jack in the Box - 03-20-2024, 07:07 PM



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