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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


    good morning starshine; Hestia/Eona/any
    #8
    we're setting fire to our insides for fun

    The world around him thrums, the gentle red hue of darkness. Water gurgles around him, and the drone of muffled voices excite the young thing. He kicks and opens his maw to announce his presence, but the world does not change. Time has no meaning, life in this warm shell was all he had known. When it finally comes crashing around him, the gurgling ends and the sufficating sensations of crushing walls push him from his limp position. he kicks and fights at the walls surrounding him, and his world goes back to how it had been, only this time there is no gurgling, just the steady beat of a heart. Once more the walls of his home squeeze around him.

    The beating quickens, the thrumming becoming louder, overwhelmingly so. He searches with his nose to find extra room, finding that the slip in the walls around him seem to be partly the way to more room, or at least that is the dirrecting that the shoving and jostling seem to be bringing him.

    It takes all of two hours for the colt to open his eyes to a bright world with strange gawky things hanging around him. *Blink* the world comes to focus, *Yawn* the faces take shape. The rustle of a tongue drags along his hide, and the sounds and smells take over his senses.

    His muzzle extends to his sister, sniffing at her. The loving carress of his mother pauses and he swivels his head to the giant stallion peering at him. She begins again, this time the child shivers at the warmth it brings. He looks at his legs just as theirs and attempts to position them under him so that he too can look just like them. But unsteady as he is he lands on his face. Its so green the world around him, and his focus is trained on one thing, the wispy strands of green that had met his eyes when he had first slid from his mothers womb.

    Kryten

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    RE: good morning starshine; Hestia/Eona/any - by Kryten - 12-18-2015, 02:52 PM



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