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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


    what if i was nothing without you | ANY/Nev Pony
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    PRAGUE

    a touch of wicked, pinch of risqué

    She has become quite stir-crazy as of late. With talks of warm on the lips of all near and far to her ears she can't help but feel keyed up with energy. Lagertha had requested she travel with her to the Chamber, as a protector of sorts she assumed, but no further commentary had been made about it.  Typically, she would go on her own but instead she feels the meadow a more suitable escape. The Jungle was her coveted space but it felt suffocating when you hear a ticking of war drums, the humidity didn't help matters. She wants to set things ablaze, to strike lightning on a group of trees and force forest creatures out of their homes and furrows.


    When agitation and anxiousness meet magic, weird things happen.


    She is not one to typically draw attention to herself or anyone else but today is very different. She shifts into a lioness and stretches her body out on her front pads, a yawn escapes and she creates a thunderstorm. It maneuvers in stride with her as she makes her way into the meadow, waiting at any moment to open the flood gates; much like the silver lioness. Prague had been feeling a lot lately and that was never good. Even though she was immortal she was starting to feel the sense of mortality, truly, in others. Most of her children had passed into the afterlife, many of her friends and her lovers (if you could call them that). She felt at unease and it clouded her judgment as of late. She can barely remember the times when she had a vision of peace, a heart full of love and ready to give - the flame is nearly extinguished. She wonders what will happen to her when it finally goes out. She is not overwhelmingly 'evil' spirited but she is very temperamental. She sighs as she reaches a nearby tree, a shelter from the torrential downpour she is about to concoct. The feelings she has are indescribable in entirety but anger is in there somewhere, along with a touch of heartache.


    A mild roar escapes and to follow suit, the rain starts.




    ooc; i'm terrible at these. prepare for your pony to have to swim later.
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