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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


    Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any}
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    Sretan
    It had been a long journey, a couple days at least, when Voudou finally told her to stop. Sretan looked around, aweing at tall trees and still full of energy despite the fact that they had been walking all morning. She was a tiny little thing yet, not even a week old, her mane and tail still fluffy, and barely able to keep her own mother from stepping on her. Though the blue filly didn't know any different, Voudou wasn't exactly the best example of a nurturing mother. Sure she stayed clean and dry, and felt safe from the outside world, but the large friesian mare still wasn't kind-hearted by nature.

    "Look for the black mare, Sidra. And don't forget what I told you," her mother said softly before giving her a slightly rough bump. Wide-eyed and confused, Sretan complied, trotting off away from her mom. Of course mom would stay nearby...right?

    She wandered aimlessly, soft hoofs barely leaving impressions in the dirt behind her. Everything just seemed so... large. The trees reached towards the sky, almost seeming to brush the clouds at their peaks, even the grasses here easily reached her stomach, hiding her delicate black legs. Oh! A butterfly! The task at hand was completely forgotten as Sretan chased around the colorful insect, blue and black like herself, only to have it land upon her nose, clinging to her velvety muzzle. With a snort the butterfly fell, and Sretan quickly moved on, making sure to step on the bug as she went. Coming to a sudden realization, the filly noticed she could no longer smell Voudou in the air, and she had no idea where she was. "Mom? I can't find anyone, can't we just go somewhere else?" she called out, a slight hint of worry shadowing her voice.
    daughter of jason and voudou
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    Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - by Sretan - 02-03-2016, 04:02 PM



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