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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


    anyone;
    #3
    Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
    It's as though the Jungle injected something into her. There is fire in her soul and passion in her heart. It ignites her step and eases across her face comfortably. While drinking in the sights Nayl is finding herself more and more embraced by this wild kingdom. Her footsteps are in sync with her heartbeat - so alive and invigorated - and her attention is far too engulfed by her surroundings that she, too, nearly collides with the other filly. The crack of a twig is what awakens her from her hazy trance. Stopping abruptly, Nayl finds herself face-to-face with the other small girl. They are both children of approximately the same age, both fillies of the Jungle.

    The other is so quick to smile, apologizing for their near collision and indicating the monkey that had distracted her. Peering up curiously, she sees the trembling branch from where the primate had been before her autumn eyes fall to the girl. "You're an Amazon. Don't be so quick to apologize or give excuses. Exude confidence," her voice is silky despite her young age. A smile nearly dawns across her lips but it takes pause when only a single corner of her mouth lifts. Mother has always advised Nayl of the mannerisms and reputations that the Jungle finds itself homing. The mares here are different from all other kingdoms; they are an entirely different breed.

    Her own small tail sweeps from side to side as she regards Ellie with a gentler expression. "I'm Nayl," the girl finally offers with a raise of her small head before she inches closer. "Yes, I live here. I don't plan on leaving either," she pauses to overlook the area they've found themselves in. A grave is off to her right, a mound of dirt and an expanse of sprawling vines. Their eyes meet again. "You should stay here with me in the years to come. We could be the best of friends." Nayl forces herself to deliberately smile this time, her voice subtly sweetened.

    Allies, she muses to herself, because every ambitious soul needs allies.

    Nayl
    covet and myrina's creation


    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Nayl - 05-14-2015, 09:13 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Ephrelle - 05-14-2015, 09:36 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 05-14-2015, 09:55 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Ephrelle - 05-14-2015, 12:16 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 05-18-2015, 01:09 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Silverbell - 05-19-2015, 09:40 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ephrelle - 05-26-2015, 01:19 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 06-03-2015, 08:15 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Yronwood - 06-06-2015, 05:08 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ephrelle - 06-08-2015, 11:03 AM



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