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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


    Slowly Freaking Out {Open}
    #11
    SKITZ
    He was so nice to her...

    A new smile crawled across her face as he touched her, it had been a very long time since anyone had even given her a second glance, let alone tried to comfort her. And that smile only grew larger as he aimed kind words towards her, a warmth that balanced out the cold of the harsh environment.

    When he seemed to be done talking, Skitz pulled herself back up and simply said, "Nope," before finally shaking off all the snow that had been stuck to her since she arrived. Her head twisted and her eyes darted around once more, taking in a final deep, deep breath. "Car-" the bay thought hard for a moment, "C..lark? Right?" Sure, psycho, whatever you say. "I'm cold now..."

    By now the last 5 minutes were practically erased from her memory, likely to never be retrieved. In some ways, it was a blessing to be able to forget so easily, to never be hung up on the bad times. Frankly she had to try hard enough just to be able to remember the happy moments, why waste energy trying to remember the sad moments? Skitz proudly pranced in a circle around the stallion, parading herself for no reason in particular. Who is he? Why is he here? She shot a playful nip in his direction and took off at a run once more, tail flying high behind her.

    About thirty seconds later she slid into a snow-throwing stop, wheeling around to look at him. Wait... who was she even looking for? Clark you stupid fool, stop acting like an idiot or he'll never want to stay around you. Who would? You're a loony. Still, regardless of who she was hanging out with right now, Skitz kept that smile plastered on her face, a childlike innocence that some might find endearing, though most found it annoying. Afterall, she was perpetually stuck at the maturity of a yearling, always wanting to play and never remembering enough to help her grow out of it. If you were to ask her how old she was, Skitz wouldn't even be able to give you an answer, she might guess at 2 or maybe 3 on a good day, but the truth was she had no idea. And that, that was ok with her.

    God the sky here was beautiful... How did she end up in such a fantastic place?
    -SLOWLY FREAKING OUT-
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    Messages In This Thread
    Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 01-18-2016, 08:00 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 01-20-2016, 01:01 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 01-20-2016, 02:37 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 01-20-2016, 03:12 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 01-20-2016, 05:55 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 01-21-2016, 01:14 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 01-21-2016, 05:15 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 01-22-2016, 04:29 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 01-23-2016, 02:19 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 01-26-2016, 06:59 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 01-27-2016, 01:41 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 02-02-2016, 02:52 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Skitz - 02-04-2016, 12:33 PM
    RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Open} - by Clark - 02-08-2016, 01:45 PM



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