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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


    of all the gin joints in the world - pompey
    #4

    she tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways
    and I turned out to be the only hell my momma ever raised

    “Hey old friend,” the bay stallion heard, but by now, he knew full well that the recipient is not him. The voice is feminine, and quite calm and gentle in demeanor, which only alarmed him more.

    Terrified at this point, he tries to thrash out, with no avail. The only movement he manages is of his eyeballs, and in sheer terror they roll back, trying to see what has snuck up on him as he had been distracted. His lifetime of magic had made him quite careless, for he had never encountered another magician that had any reason to confront him.

    Of course, that would have been too easy. Nothing had “snuck up” on him.

    “It’s nice to see you again. I’ve missed you so. I just wish it had been under different circumstances,” the voice continues. By now, the bay stallion could feel an electrifying tingle run through his veins. He tries his best to scream, but nothing comes out.

    “I do apologize for this shameful descendant of mine,” she offers. At any other point, Pompey would have eagerly fought whoever dared call him shameful, but he had greater worries at this point. He could feel some strange supernatural energy emit from the mare, and in some bizarre fashion, he felt something strange enter him.

    Before long, the bay stallion was glowing. But definitely not in any sort of attractive manner.

    “Would you do me the honor?” he heard the voice continue, though by now, the ringing in his ears had all but entirely muffled the sound to a whisper. He could feel the pressure building in his head, in his body, in every vein and artery and muscle and tendon and bone. It hurt like hell. He felt like he was about to explode.

    Unbeknownst to him, that was exactly what a long-deceased strawberry roan had in plan. She just wanted to save the final blow for her best friend.

    Pompey

    Bateau x Scissors

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