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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


    Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any)
    #6
    PHAEDRUS
    He chuckles as she steps away and he shrugs it off, letting his limp wing drop to his side kissing the grasses with its length. Feathers stroke the earthen floor, almost as one would do to a pet, but its not his doing by which this occurs. No the winds pick up slightly and string his blue mane across his vision obscuring the chocolate colored eyes.

    She had a sort of warm appeal to her. Her speckled hide easy to travel over. It was relaxing to trace each spot with his eyes. Her eyes was a whole nother matter. He looks into them and for a moment can't seem to pull himself away. Dont think you could be as bad as some of the others already there. He chuckles agian, the drama that went on in the Golden Plains was far beyond anything she could cause. If anything her crazyness would fit right in with the others. Besides I can handle it. He stretches his neck weaving it so that it almost appeared snake like longer then any horses should be.
    i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
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    Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - by Peyote - 03-18-2016, 09:20 PM
    RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - by Phaedrus - 03-26-2016, 08:06 PM



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