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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]  nothing's so sure that I can't learn to doubt it
    #6

    A relit cigarette never tastes the same, and thats all I'll preach about rekindling old flames


    High above and at the very top of the ridge line, the sky begins to change. First, pink bleeds into blue to create purple, then orange and yellow appear to backlight the clouds. The moon battles on, trying hard to maintain its control but the sun is a valiant warrior. The cool tones of the moon and the night are no match for the power of the sunshine. Though it all begins gradually, barely even noticeably, it does not take long for the moon to fall prey to the whims of the sun. It creeps downward below the opposite horizon, yielding for now but with a promise of return.

    At the first ray of light, she begins to transform. The graveworms retreat back to the cavernous spaces between her muscle and sinew. Her split skin slithers and crawls, stitching itself back together seamlessly. The downy feathers of her wings sprout along the bony appendages, filling in gaps and leaving them just as voluminous as before. And most importantly, her mind settles. With a gasp she is thrust back into the here and now, and what had once seemed so real is cast back into her memories from days gone by.

    Her lids flutter over her blue eyes, and it takes her a moment to gather herself. With a start she sees the bewildered colt before her, his brows raised and caution practically oozing from his skin. She can't say she blames him, if that creepy crawly feeling she has in her own bones is any indication. With a shake of her pretty head to ease the tension, she offers him a smile, though it is small and tight. "No plans to speak of. My time has never really been my own, so I'm not sure what to do with myself." she says, her voice much gentler now than it was before. "So where do you call home? Myself, I was born a princess of The Gates. My father was noble, but a terrible ruler. Much too soft. I found The Valley more to my taste..." Another smile, an another attempt to ward off whatever cursed magic had fallen over her tonight.

    with love,
    topsail




    Ooc- finally, I posted in a timely fashion!
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    RE: nothing's so sure that I can't learn to doubt it - by Topsail - 09-24-2025, 10:02 AM



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