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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 (Myrna)
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    The little filly jogged either excitement at Luvi's side, having taken a real shine to the slightly older filly. There was still a weary part of her that worried about leaving her mother's side.

    She glanced up at the much taller colt when he spoke, with a frown she glanced around with unease there isn't anything around here that would want to attack me, right? She asked, anxiety lacing her voice, the colts words having had the opposite effort to what he surely had hoped for.

    Wynters moved closer to Luvi, accidently bumping into her side in an effort to get as close as possible to the other filly, a quietly muttered apology offered as she puts the smallest of gaps between them as ice blue weary eyes fix back on Ravin.
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    RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - by Wynters - 01-03-2025, 05:19 AM



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