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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)
    #7
    Peyote

    Whimsy...
      Whimsical
    it was something 
    about him
    maybe it was 
    his wings?

    Peyote was
    awakened 
    by the chill
    wind of winter 
    starting to set
    in.

    Decisions. 
    The sabino
    did not like
    making them.

    She was not
    very good at 
    it as you see
    she is not good
    about commitments 
    of most sorts. 

    Maiden reached out
    and lightly nipped
    at the studs chest.
    She was ready
    to play a bit of 
    cat and mouse game.

    "Oh you don't
    know the trouble
    I can cause."

    She nuzzles her
    head and neck under
    his chin and is almost
    purring like a
    kitten in his lap.

    Well Peyote, play your game.

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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 Peyote - 03-27-2016, 07:49 PM



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