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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


    Her Love
    #3
    She had held the small creature close to her even after realizing it was dead.Beyond her help.She didnt even move as the sound of an approaching equine came closer.Simply ignoring his voice she  sniffed hazel eyes trained on the lake.

    "What can you do for the dead besides mourn them sir?"


    Her voice was rough.The question now burned so deeply into her mind.Finally looking towards the other equine she was slightly taken a back.His eyes.Unlike anything she had seen so far.Smoke.Multi colored smoke.It was entrancingly beautiful as well as interestingly terrifying at the same time.She let out a breath eyes trailing over his glowing coat before flitting back to his face.Once more she had caught her self being rude.To some one she didnt even know.

    "It didnt eve have its mother to calm it.It couldnt even understand me."

    She was whispering now.Wondering if she could have done anything for the poor thing.No.She couldnt.Even if it was a foal that could understand her calming it would be the best.it was wounded fataly and no one could help it.She had to remind herself this.But somewhere deep in her mind she knew it was alright now and its soul was gone to wherever a soul goes when the body dies.The song she had sung was a song she had heard on her travels through out the small world she knew.A pony whos name she didnt recall wa ssingin it to a child not its own.It was sick,it was dying.She prayed when she was holding the fawn that one day she wouldnt catch herself inging that to her own offspring.Prayed that the only song she would sing to her children would be lullabies or songs to make them smile.not to die to.And now the only thing she could think of in the presence of this stallion was . 'Will some one sing to me when I die?' SHe hoped they would.
    Take my tears love,they will carry you home.


    Messages In This Thread
    Her Love - by Kalipso - 03-05-2016, 11:34 PM
    RE: Her Love - by demian - 03-07-2016, 12:45 PM
    RE: Her Love - by Kalipso - 03-07-2016, 06:44 PM
    RE: Her Love - by demian - 03-08-2016, 05:31 PM
    RE: Her Love - by Kalipso - 03-08-2016, 06:08 PM
    RE: Her Love - by demian - 03-11-2016, 02:37 AM
    RE: Her Love - by Kalipso - 03-16-2016, 11:26 PM



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