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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


    so I blame it on the river lea; herds/kingdoms
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    He stood on the smooth curvature of a the tallest hill (around him, anyways). His hind ankle kinked and his teal eyes half-lit beneath his mangy forelock. It had been quite sometime since he has spent time here in the field. He'd much rather be lurking around the Meadow or communing with Kingdom children and luring them away into the sweet darkness of the his beloved trees... However, something drew him here in the night. So he moved under a moonless sky, veiled by the gentle sweep of shadows that sings across the frozen earth.

    No snow quite yet, or nothing real anyways. Just the heavy frosts. So when the sun rises and rise it does – his back and exposed eyelashes adorn the sparkling frozen moisture like everything else around him. The golden glow brings the glittering plains to life and quietly melts it away as the burning sun creeps higher and higher into the bluish void.

    He is almost away in nap-land when a male voice breaks his serene peace. His ears perk to the alert of sound and his vibrant eyes come alive beneath strands of oil black hair. He can see the stallion's cobalt colors and the fringe of his giant wings through the neighboring trees.

    Yeah. I better go interrupt that.

    And so he does. Moving gracefully on clunky feathered feet, crunching the softened terrain beneath, he moves toward them at a calm walk. His head is propped, as are his long black ears. “Hellow there, friends.” His grin widens, toothy and blatant as he takes the spot next to the winged gentleman. “Phaedrus, is it?” He hints to his previous spying and gives the boyo a wink. “Chemdog,” He nods, gesturing to himself. “But Chem works juuuust fine.” His nostrils flutter and his eyes twinkle while they peer down at her. His forelock settles down the bridge of his white nose, so he has a very clear view of her and her him. He lets his eyes lock with hers unless or until she breaks the steady touch of their mixing gazes.



    Chemdog

    x
    (orig. picture by mon-artefact on DA)



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    RE: so I blame it on the river lea; herds/kingdoms - by Chemdog - 04-24-2016, 12:42 PM



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