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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


    this is the howling at the moon; any
    #4

    She is careless, and cautious all at the same time. Her demeanor is curiosity and her habit is hesitancy. Exemplary longs to be the wild, outgoing, sociable female that so many kingdoms search to have and yet she isn’t. The most she has to offer is a pretty face and patient characteristic.

    She lacks a certain spark that draws attention. She is easy to overlook, oversee, ignore.

    Imagine the struggle to make friends.

    Her ebony body slinks amongst the shadows, quiet and stealthy. Her hazel eyes digest the scenery, the plethora of outgoing bubbly personalities intermingling like teenagers at a house party—how enviable. Her stomach is flipping just at the sight.

    Our quiet little doe, or patient mouse.

    There isn’t much of a back story on little Exemplary, though I wish I had more to tell you. Her social game is sub par, struggling to move beyond small talk yet yearning to be a successful diplomat. The odds are forever not in her favor,

    An orphan, adopted by the Deserts and nursed by the fae. She is a mare of incredibly talent, potential, and heart. She is a female of kindness and compassion, but she isn’t one of trying new things. In order to learn, she must be open to try. And without the courage, without the bravery, she is in a deeper slump than believed.

    Consistently battling herself.

    It is then she sees a stallion, seemingly struggling with a similar task. She feels a breath of relief exhale her body. When one on one, Exemplary can be quite bold. It is just finding that. Finding that similar soul so someone won’t run her over with entitlement and noise.

    She hears a feminine voice and hesitancy yet again overwhelms her. Though the voice sounds kind, it is another voice that she will need to stand up with.

    She is too close now, they will see her staring awkwardly if she doesn’t move now.

    So she does, elegantly and calmly.

    Disregarding every fearful nerve begging her to stop.

    “Am I interrupting?” Her voice is soft, harp like, and her expression warm. “Exemplary.”

    Exemplary

    I will be yours, and only yours, until the day I fade to black

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    Messages In This Thread
    this is the howling at the moon; any - by Ramiel - 10-28-2015, 12:17 PM
    RE: this is the howling at the moon; any - by Exemplary - 11-04-2015, 08:51 PM
    RE: this is the howling at the moon; any - by Astrah - 11-15-2015, 07:50 PM



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