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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


    Quiet No More; Open
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    The field was a vast place for one who had lived as quiet a life as Asimi had. In this one field were more horses than there had been in her entire herd. They were grouped in clusters; small bands of horses here and there, mingling among the winter grazing. It was beginning to darken now, the sun had started its descent from the sky some time ago, and was just edging above the horizon now, casting slight orange and red hues on the clouds.

    The mare, whom you would be easily forgiven for thinking was white, made her way over to a quieter, undisturbed patch of land, where she lowered her grey muzzle to sort over the grass. Her right shoulder rolled forward, the large red mark spanning from the tip of her withers, widening across her shoulder, before narrowing down to gently brush the tip of her knee, breaking the white complexion of the rest of her coat. Asimi’s ears flicked like radars atop her skull, listening to the quiet chatter of the distant equines.

    The brownish grass tickled the inside of her nostrils, making the mare snort and raise her head, sending a swirl of breath into the air where it quickly vaporized. She shook out her mane, the tendrils of her forelock neatly tucked behind her left ear, before moving forward a few paces to try and settle herself.

    Winter had taken its toll on her this year. Her sire had passed late autumn, leaving the little band of mares to part ways - Asimi finding herself alone for the first time, and having to fend for herself. The light grey mare was quite unaccustomed to this, and had found the cold season quite a harsh time to be alone. Her ribs were visible, casting a shadow across her barrel where they ridged up and down, but she was not overly underweight. Her hip bones did not protrude in the same fashion, but her hindquarters were slightly more angular than they had been the previous seasons. Luckily for her, it was almost Spring.

    Her dark brown eyes traced across the land, before she lowered her muzzle again to test the ground she was standing on, silently mourning the loss of her birth herd. 
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    Messages In This Thread
    Quiet No More; Open - by Asimi - 01-30-2016, 05:40 PM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Clark - 02-02-2016, 03:20 PM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Asimi - 02-04-2016, 01:44 PM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Clark - 02-05-2016, 03:37 PM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Asimi - 02-21-2016, 12:03 PM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Clark - 02-22-2016, 11:37 AM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Asimi - 02-26-2016, 02:55 PM
    RE: Quiet No More; Open - by Clark - 03-01-2016, 11:28 AM



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