Alone and Wondrous

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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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Alone and Wondrous

Silic

Nomad

#13

03-30-2016, 11:48 AM

I snort rudely back at him as I watch the stallion leave, a full smirk on my face now, happy I was able to tell him off. "He can have a pretty snotty attitude anyways." I mutter to no one in particular. After renewing my posture and look back at Titanium. I quickly change my face to a simple smile, replacing my voice with a stern but happy one, a touch of a sarcastic tone left to it as I look him over again. "So then, where will we be off to?"

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