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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


    no such thing as ordinary, love; elysium, any
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    The trek had been long as she had expected, but, finally, she’s reached a place where there are obvious signs of life. She hurriedly hoists herself out of the water, beetle black eyes scanning the surrounding territory. The scent of horse is everywhere, but she’s disappointed to see that there’s no one nearby, not for the moment anyway.

    With a soft sigh, she steps back into the waters of the river, settling her hooves into the soft muck. It’s nice to be on solid land once again. She wonders what the horses here will be like. In her last home, there had been all matter of wonderful creatures. She misses them, but she doubts she will ever see them again. The chances of catching a current that will take her directly back to Relael are slim to none.

    She’ll simply have to make do with this new land. Hopefully the inhabitants here are as equally welcoming and friendly.

    A small movement suddenly catches her eye, and her head whips about. A rabbit!

    Her teeth clink and she salivates, just a bit. She hadn’t fed on the salmon earlier enough to kill it, only to keep off starvation. Another little snack would go a long way. She hunkers down and creeps forward, growing closer and closer to the little rabbit. The creature pays her no mind - Karris smells like a horse, albeit a very odd horse, and all rabbits know that horses aren’t carnivores.

    She creeps closer and closer, and then, pounce! Her toothy maw opens and catches the little rabbit on its side. She sucks for a moment, blood dripping down her chin, then releases the animal. She bobs her head in respect to the little animal, though it has already dashed away. “Shanks.” Her little black eyes then glance about, hoping that no one saw her little meal. She certainly doesn’t want the inhabitants of this land to have that as their first impression of her.
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    no such thing as ordinary, love; elysium, any - by Karris - 02-29-2016, 03:42 PM
    RE: no such thing as ordinary, love; elysium, any - by Elysium - 03-01-2016, 02:24 AM



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