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    • Year: 233
    • Season: Autumn
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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

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    To The Field
    Uhurah
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    03-05-2016, 10:06 AM
    The pale mare stood the soft grasses of the field brushing over her legs.Pale plumage flicked over her side ridding it of flies.Her ears flattened slightly as she took in the scent of the various horses around her.She had come to the fields to be claimed.In her opinion 4 years living with no one but herself was to long alone.Pale blue orbs scanned the meadows her frame relaxed as she began to graze.
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    To The Field - by Uhurah - 03-05-2016, 10:06 AM
    RE: To The Field - by Kreios - 03-05-2016, 12:51 PM
    RE: To The Field - by Uhurah - 03-05-2016, 01:50 PM
    RE: To The Field - by Kreios - 03-05-2016, 05:07 PM
    RE: To The Field - by Uhurah - 03-05-2016, 05:23 PM
    RE: To The Field - by Kreios - 03-06-2016, 08:14 AM



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