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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
    Sretan froze suddenly when a figure appeared before her. A large black horse, sort of like mother said, except a grand stallion, not a mare. He had too much white to be Sidra anyway, a large splash of it reaching up from his stomach, weirdly tinted with blue (though Sretan thought nothing of this). The creature pulled itself towards her slowly, stopping only a small bit away. He spoke, and the filly stared back at him, slightly wide-eyed and seemingly unable to form any words at all. Until now, she had never even attempted to speak to another soul besides Voudou, and she was completely unsure of what to do next.

    Perhaps sensing how uncomfortable she was, the large stallion spoke some more, urging the conversation forward with a little more confidence. Quietly but firmly she uttered, "I'm Sretan." Words! Success. Sretan perked her ears towards him, not afraid just confused. A stupid smile was now plastered across her tiny face, even as the realization kicked in that her neck might start to hurt if she had to keep looking up at him for too long. Just as she noticed she hadn't even answered his question he asked another.

    Mother? Oh right. "I'm not sure exactly, I'm sure she's lurking around here somewhere. Voudou wanted me to meet Sidra, I didn't really think I would find anyone else around here," she said, her voice now oozing the type of confidence that came only with children, so innocent and unafraid. Noticing how much easier it was to talk now, Sretan decided to continue, "I suppose it was silly of me to think Sidra would be the only one who lived here... Voudou...er... mom said she used to live here herself, and she knew Sidra when Sidra was just a little teeny tiny baby like me. But she didn't mention you, Sahm... You seem pretty nice so far, it's lovely to meet you." With this the filly gave a small duck of her head, an unpracticed bow of sorts. "But it is sort of important I guess that I talk to Sidra, mom was very eager to get me over here..." a concentrated frown crossed her face, "but mom didn't seem like she wanted me to be nice. From the way she talked she doesn't seem to like Sidra very much..."
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    Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - by Sretan - 02-03-2016, 04:02 PM
    RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - by Sretan - 02-09-2016, 12:42 AM



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