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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 painted the lion? [Para]
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    "Then servitude I will give." Her own tone matched the stallion's solemn one, her eyes keeping on his moments longer until she looked away, trying to observe with her eyes of their location. She tossed her head slightly, attempting to clear her long forelock from her eyes as if that would help her see in such darkness. She was drawn back to Lupei as she heard a pop coming from his direction; judging from the satisfaction on his face, she could assume there had been some tension that 'pop' had released. She couldn't blame him for that - her own bones and joints were starting to ache in a way she couldn't ignore for much longer, and her eyes were starting to feel heavier the more she strained to see the forest around her.
    "I feel you may crush me." She admitted with a dry laugh, remembering the size of the stallion and the hidden strength she saw below. The stallion would provide a good spar, that was obvious, and a few cuts and bruises would be commonplace in her new home, it seemed. She shifted her weight around, her tail flicking around her legs in the moments of silence, thinking about nothing in particular - meaningful questions would come to her later, she knew. "Perhaps I'll have to go and do such a spar. But I'll go only if you guide me to the Valley." A smirk played over her lips, and she moved forward to where she assumed the stallion was to give him another nip by his withers. Even in such a gentle graze of her teeth, she could feel the power underneath his coat. She returned to her previous place soon enough, hearing him starting to pace around their area. 
    Lupei's words drew out another laugh, her ears flicking at the boastful tone. What a stallion, always trying to prove their strength and skill to an opponent. The mention of a Lieutenant gave her reason to flatten her ears against her head, a laugh that sounded more like a snort slipping out. "I'm sure such a powerful mare would crush me even more ruthlessly than you would." She pawed briefly at the ground, restless, but she couldn't keep a grin from tugging at her muzzle. "But alas, I don't know your fighting style, do I? No doubt you're more powerful than I could dream of." As Lupei settled, she found herself tired of being uncomfortable and sank down to her forelegs, her hind following her down as she settled into the ground, legs singing in relief. "I'm sure that by morning, I will have quite a few questions. But as of now, my mind calls for sleep."  
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    Who painted the lion? [Para] - by Lupei - 11-20-2015, 01:01 AM
    RE: Who painted the lion? [Para] - by Lupei - 11-20-2015, 04:37 PM
    RE: Who painted the lion? [Para] - by Parenthetical Purpose - 11-20-2015, 04:55 PM



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