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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


    You sprinkle star dust on my pillow case; Texas
    #1
    And I see colors in a different way
    You make what doesn't matter fade to grey
    Life is good and that's the way it should be
    She does not know how she ended up alone.
    The little girl remembers warmth accompanied by a breathy, rumbling sound in her ear. She recalls sweet liquid dribbling down her chin, the taste of which she can still find on her lips, and dark eyes looking into hers with an expression she could not fathom. The silver black filly wrinkles her nose. That is all she can call to mind and she knows it is not enough. Surely the world did not provide her with the warm, soft creature only to take her away and leave the girl stranded? Where would food come from now? And protection? Confusion brings the little girl to tears and she whimpers pitifully as she stands. The grass has left an indent where she was napping. Beside it are the trampled plants that shows she wasn't always by herself, that perhaps someone did care.

    She falters for awhile, grasped by indecision. Would the milk-creature come back here to find her? Or was she meant to go after it? The dark filly sniffs half-heartedly at the ground but it was a jumble of scents that told her nothing. Finally a decision is made for her when a passing rabbit startles the girl into a panicked gallop. Her long legs are clumsy, unsteady, but they eat at the ground as quickly as she can make them. When she finally stops with her head held high, feigning ignorance of her fear, she can hear the sound of roaring water. The girl perks her ears and nickers, curious.

    The bubbling liquid noise makes her tummy ache. She staggers forward, tired from her flight of terror from the fearsome bunny. Although disappointed to find that the river isn't the whitish colored liquid the milk-creature had given her, she takes a half hearted drink and sneezes as the cold trickles down her throat. Tears gather in her eyes once more, and she collapses on the bank with a defeated whuff.
    sparrow
    texas x redbird


    ooc: I just realized. Sparrow has no way of knowing her name. :p Her mother was mute. Sooooo, feel free to have Texas "name" her at some point if it ends up working out like that!


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    You sprinkle star dust on my pillow case; Texas - by Sparrow - 11-05-2015, 08:18 PM



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