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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


    Chasing the Sun {ANY}
    #2

    the darkest nights produce the brightest stars

    If Fennick wasn’t careful, he would start to enjoy this. Wouldn’t that be something? He almost laughed aloud at the thought. He would need to have a serious, sit down conversation with Demian about whatever controlled substance he was putting in their water supply. Under his own volition, starting conversation was not high on Fennick’s list. Personal growth, was perhaps the only alternative to mood altering drugs.

    That wasn’t entirely impossible, but it seemed highly implausible. He’d heard that personal growth took a lot of hard work and reflection. The only thing Fennick could remember doing recently was careening from one situation to the next, feeing entirely unprepared for each of them in turn.

    That did not sound like the stuff dreams were made of.

    But still, his life recently had felt like a dream. Like a hazy blur of events and meaning, most of it indiscernible to Fennick’s untrained eye. He was in the army after all. He paid good money to not have to do any discerning. He could discern who or what needed a beat down, and that was about as far as he was willing to speculate.

    It was highly specialized, his skill set.

    Yet, it was was such a nice day that Fennick could hardly blame himself for wanting to go out in the world. After the winter they had it was a joy to see the grass begin to peak through the melting frost. With a great yawn the world was waking again, and someone needed to wish it a good morning. He spotted a girl, not too far off, and began to make his way to her. Company, excellent.

    For all his big ideas about enthusiasm and personal growth, the large black stallion hesitated slightly on her perimeter. Finally, in what he felt like was a mustering of soldiers, he stepped out ahead of her.

    “Hey. How’s the grass this morning? Edible?” Grass was usually edible. It didn’t, however, usually have enough variation to be worthy of discussion. He groaned inwardly, but tried to keep the cheery expression plastered on his face. It probably looked forced after a second or two.

    Fennick
    Whale and Rea's amorphous, ever-changing son
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    Messages In This Thread
    Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Hestia - 10-02-2015, 02:24 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Fennick - 10-02-2015, 03:17 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Tiny - 10-02-2015, 03:34 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by MischeifManaged - 10-03-2015, 08:35 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Fennick - 10-04-2015, 01:37 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Hestia - 10-04-2015, 03:47 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Fennick - 10-05-2015, 11:51 AM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Hestia - 10-05-2015, 07:08 PM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Fennick - 10-05-2015, 10:16 PM
    RE: Chasing the Sun {ANY} - by Tiny - 10-05-2015, 10:36 PM



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