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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]  Where I'm from, the rivers run red
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    Coming into the clearing she scanned her surroundings whilst nudging the exhausted foal along. She traveled too far with her foal too young, the need to find safe haven for her child before they could rest. 
    Stopping on the edge of the meadow she watched as her foal basically collapsed, guilt tugging at her. Dropping her head she nuzzled her sleepy foal before whispering "sleep little one" 
    She'd make sure her little one fed when she awoke again.
    As exhaustion hit her she closed her eyes, she needed rest but she also needed safety. Maybe this place could offer that, I guess she'd just have to see.
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    Where I'm from, the rivers run red - by Cascadia - 10-14-2024, 12:13 PM



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