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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


    Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious
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    Just as she lowers her muzzle toward the lush, new grass the sound of another’s words draws an attentive ear a moment before she cocks her head to look up… and up… as the stranger draws closer. Well proportioned weight is shifted in such a way as to angle her much smaller frame away from the night-stained male without actually taking a step back. 

    “Well, there are less creative ways to greet another… though, given your structure, I suppose you get an automatic redo on first impressions.” 

    Saucy, considering Chemdog’s 17-hands trumps her 15.3 and there’s really no point in pretending that she’d be able to do more than possibly out-run him. And, even then, only if she had the Areion looking out for her comfort. Nevertheless, there is nothing but airy confidence and high spirits in her own voice. His porn-star charm not seeming to phase her beyond the gleam of a smirk in her dark eyes. 

    Before she’s able to settle herself too far into the notion of havoc, an unexpectedly high tide rolls up to center stage. That step back that she hadn’t taken at Hade’s approach is stolen from the land now. And then another. It was one thing to cross wits with the devil, but only a fool ignored Poseidon. 

    Silence meets the oceanic hued stallion’s blithe interjection as she tries to wrap her more-than-open mind around the unique equine standing so deliberately in front of her. Several heartbeats continue to be the only sound from the mare other than the soft whisper of air being captured then set free by her lungs. Pleasantries about the weather and the season go unoffered. Instead,

    “The scenery,”

    Is offered in way of answer to Lupei’s ‘What brings you here?’. Sculpted head turns to one male and then the other,

    “Yes, I’ve definitely come for the scenery. 
    Now, it’s your turn, the lot of you, as it’s obvious neither of you are here to simply harold the coming of yet another earthen hued lady.”

    More of that boldness. However, her stance remains that of alertness; readiness. A smartass knows the importance of a quick exit, afterall.



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    Messages In This Thread
    Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Sayden - 04-06-2016, 02:42 AM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Chemdog - 04-06-2016, 08:26 AM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Lupei - 04-06-2016, 12:42 PM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Sayden - 04-06-2016, 11:31 PM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Chemdog - 04-07-2016, 07:01 AM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Lupei - 04-08-2016, 03:39 AM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Sayden - 04-08-2016, 10:50 PM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Chemdog - 04-14-2016, 07:39 AM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Lupei - 04-14-2016, 01:19 PM
    RE: Ad.jec.tive: Gregarious - by Sayden - 04-15-2016, 07:21 PM



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