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    COTY

    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


    I'd rather be a riot than indifferent; herds only
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    PHAEDRUS
    The cat growls in the tall grasses nearby, a rumbling menace, with yellow eyes sliced into slits. Black tassels flick around as she crouches, tail whipping sharply in the golden grasses. Her coat blending and melding with the background.
    He had only recently been introduced to the spirit. Still completely undecided as to what to make of her. He growls out to her thinking that it was only a mangy mouse that she must be after. Her fangs glisten with her snarl. His wings stretch out filling the space around him with the enormous black feathers that it took to lift his draftly body. Its then that he overhears the last comment from the other stallion.
    Today was not the day to be messing with him, keeping up with this kitten of a bobcat had been frustrating enough. She was curious about his world, and wanted to explore everything that she could. You cut it out too Dude He growls at the male. Make a woman respect him. He snorts that this. How insulting. He nods to the woman greeting her with the arch of his wing in a slight bow. I’m Phaedrus, seems Sheba has taken a liking to you. The cat waltzing right up to the other female she sits in front of her proudly Is he bothering you sweety? She purrs out claws flexing with eager anticipation.

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    RE: I'd rather be a riot than indifferent; herds only - by Phaedrus - 04-17-2016, 08:29 PM



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