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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


    Morigan;
    #5
    During the winter, finding food is quite difficult, especially for animals that don't have the instincts to prepare for it. Luckily, not all the food is dead, but that doesn't mean it's easy to find. At this point, Anahi could no longer be sure if her muzzle was covered in snow, or simply naturally white. The mare had spent so much time digging through the snow to find her next meal that she wouldn't be surprised whatever the truth was.

    Due to her pregnancy, the mare was a bit cranky, finding it difficult to supply enough food for herself and the foal. She still also made regular trips throughout the kingdom, and one or two to the Fields, but with winter as heavy as it was now, and the very few faces scattered in the Field, she decided that Spring would be a better season to go out and do more recruiting. For now, she would focus on finding enough food to keep herself going.

    After Archam had left a few days ago for another trip to the Field, Anahi had made it her business to keep a watch over the other mares, just to make sure that they were staying safe and out of the way of threats, like being stolen by the neighboring stallion or by another kingdom. Doing this left her little time to find a lot of food, so she'd gone to bed hungry quite a few times.

    Finally, either it was a stroke of luck, or something else, that had arranged this meeting. While browsing the areas by the edge of the Cobblestone Creek territory for food, Anahi had run into a mare, one of the newer additions to the kingdom. The mare told her that she'd joined near the end of fall or the beginning of winter, she couldn't remember which really. All she knew was that she did enjoy her life here. It was quiet, she had room to be alone, and though she enjoyed the occasional spar with another warrior for practice, she also did enjoy peace and quiet.

    The mare, who had later gone on to identify herself as Raxa, told Anahi where she knew there was some food that could keep the pregnant mare going. The two had gone to a part of the territory that Anahi herself had never been to, and it was amazing that Raxa even found it at all with how hidden it was. The fact that Raxa seemed to almost know this territory like the back of her hoof now astounded Anahi.

    Over time, the duo had become good friends, feeling a kinship in that they'd experienced similar hardships during their foal hood. Anahi's was nowhere near the level of Raxa's, but she did sympathize with the mare. She just didn't say it out loud; she had a feeling Raxa didn't like it. She wanted understanding, not sympathy for her plights.

    And that's what Anahi gave her. She helped Raxa see that Anahi wanted to give her friendship, and it had taken a while, but Anahi had a suspicion that Raxa would probably go so far as to call her a acquaintance, if not a friend.

    On this day, Anahi and her friend were grazing in the more open area, shoving the snow around with their muzzles to find the grass underneath. Anahi didn't want to go through the hidden area so fast; she knew that grass had to wait, if not for her, then for the other mares to find it so they could support themselves and their little ones.

    Hearing a noise somewhere nearby, voices, she realized, one of them familiar, Anahi chuckled. She glanced over at her friend, smirking when she noticed that Raxa had some snow stuck to her muzzle, but probably didn't notice given that her fur was white on her face, characteristic of her brindled roan color pattern.

    "Sounds like Archam's brought another mare to the Cobblestones," the champagne mare stated, giving her mane a shake as she chuckled to herself. She lowered her muzzle to the ground again, continuing in her search for food, hoping that this mare, like the others Archam had brought to his home, were as nice as the ones already living in it.


    Messages In This Thread
    Morigan; - by Archam - 04-25-2016, 10:38 AM
    RE: Morigan; - by Morigan - 04-25-2016, 11:28 PM
    RE: Morigan; - by Archam - 04-26-2016, 07:52 PM
    RE: Morigan; - by Morigan - 04-28-2016, 10:58 PM
    RE: Morigan; - by Anahi - 04-29-2016, 11:17 PM
    RE: Morigan; - by Raxa - 04-30-2016, 01:43 AM
    RE: Morigan; - by Archam - 04-30-2016, 11:23 AM
    RE: Morigan; - by Morigan - 05-06-2016, 11:52 AM



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