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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


    but recently, the flames are getting out of control; any
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    tantalize

    infinity overhead

    and i whisper, are you listening?

    She’s getting better at this flying thing. There’s not many breaks in the trees when it comes to the jungle but there a few hidden gems were rocks form and water falls which gives ample room to practice. Her wings stretch and each primary feather extends to feel the warmth of the sun. Her golden eyes are bright as she stands at the top of the jagged edge, looking over to the crashing roar below her. With gritted teeth, her back legs bend as her forelegs come off the ground and she jumps with faith off the top. Her powerful wings beat once before she catches the wind current and glides easily over the river and towards the never-ending canopy of foliage. She can’t help but smile, the feeling of flight was thrilling and she didn’t feel as awkward as she once had. Her landing could still use some work though. As she finds a break through the trees, she tips her wings and lowers herself to the ground. Her hooves catch the dirt and she stumbles slightly as she comes to a halt but her smile doesn’t falter. Not till she hears the call.

    Folding her wings back to her side, her golden eyes narrow in the distance as her ears swivel to where the call had come from. It wasn’t any voice she had recognized. Although retaliation had never come from the Chamber after the removal of Sette, her alert was always on high. She knew how Gryffen was and how the Chamber was. She didn’t doubt that at some point, they would come after the Amazons. So it is with suspicion lurking in her golden depths, narrowed at the newcomer, that she greets the ugly little mare. And she is ugly, nothing like the beautiful and strong women that make up the sisterhood. This mare obviously doesn’t belong. The stranger seems out of sorts and concerned. The jaguar mare keeps a fair distance from her as she asks in her growling way, ”What’s wrong? How can we help you?” If only she knew this was the man she had met in the Meadow the day the Star God fell from the sky, disguised. If only she knew…. Then she would have known they were in trouble.


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    RE: but recently, the flames are getting out of control; any - by Tantalize - 10-05-2015, 01:37 PM



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