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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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    The young foals eyes widened when the other mare addressed her, her body going tense as she pressed into her mothers side, any confidence the foal might have had disappearing when the mare focused on her.

    Turning her head towards her weary daughter, Cascadia nuzzled her softly, reassuring the foal that all was well.
    When her gaze returned to Myrna she gave her a apologetic smile, I'm sorry for Wynters reaction, your the first non threatening animal she has met she explained.

    Listening to Myrna talk about crossing a river she looked down to her foal, worried about the dangers associated with such a task.
    Cross the river she echos slowly. How deep is this river? she questions, anxiously looking back down to her foal, scared for her foals life if it included the youngster having to swim.
    Taking a few tentative steps forward as she made the decision to put trust in this unfamiliar mare, at least for now. Myrna has said she had children, so she would understand how weak a newborn could be. As a mother herself she wouldn't place another's foal in harms way, would she?
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    Where I'm from, the rivers run red - by Cascadia - 10-14-2024, 12:13 PM
    RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red - by Cascadia - 11-03-2024, 03:06 AM



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