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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


    who tells your story; lirren, any
    #4

    And inside you're burning
    with some secret yearning

    To her eyes, Graveling is quite lovely. There is beauty in everything, if one only looks closely enough. The young woman has a wild sort of beauty. A raw allure. It is there in the sturdy shape of her frame and the gleaming gold of her skin (nevermind the unfinished pieces that still linger). Where Lirren’s is a more refined, elegant beauty, Graveling’s is untamed. Two sides of the same coin, as it were.

    In more respects than one.

    It seems they have had similar experiences with their youth. Lingering in relative anonymity as they wait to grow, wait to be finished. Wait to become something more. Lirren has done her learning and growing in much the same fashion, flitting from Dale to meadow - and occasionally the field, simply to see what it was about (carefully hidden of course. She had had no desire to be claimed in the brutish fashion some stallion’s had displayed. Not yet at least). She had studied and experimented, perfecting the use of her gift. She had realized her ability to create wonderful and fantastic things early on, but only recently had she discovered her creations could be useful. Could touch the world in tangible ways.

    The other girl’s greeting is enthusiastic, lightening her heart and bringing a sparkle to her eye. She does not mind the volume. It is one of those things that makes her friend so uniquely her. When Graveling asks her what she has been up to however, the smile lingering on her lips turns slightly mischievous.

    ”Oh, this and that,” she says, her tone light and filled with good humor. With only the barest hint of concentration (for she has been practicing this one), a pair of sleek, elegant wings sprout from her shoulders, glimmering faintly with the starlight used to create them. She had seen many an equine in her wanderings with wings and had thought it might be fun to try to create a pair of her own. As yet, she hasn’t been quite brave enough to see if they actually work. ”What do you think? I’ve been trying to perfect them.”

    Lirren

    starlit daughter of joythief and carnage

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    who tells your story; lirren, any - by graveling - 10-30-2015, 11:17 AM
    RE: who tells your story; lirren, any - by Lirren - 11-07-2015, 01:19 AM
    RE: who tells your story; lirren, any - by Lirren - 11-18-2015, 12:36 AM
    RE: who tells your story; lirren, any - by Lirren - 12-19-2015, 12:31 AM
    RE: who tells your story; lirren, any - by Lirren - 01-25-2016, 01:25 PM



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