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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


    what am I fighting for? birthing, any
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    Morigan
    WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?
    And then without warning, Archam is there.

    The roaned stallion slips quietly through the trees, eyes fastened on the two boys before him. Morigan smiles at the look on his face. She can’t blame him for momentarily having eyes only for them - the boys are beautiful, the both of them, beautiful and healthy.

    She sees his eyes linger on the bay boy’s points, and on the spotted boy’s horn, then finally on herself. He seems quite surprised about the horn as well … it’s probably from her own ancestry then. Which makes sense, if she thinks about it. Her mother had been made entirely of ice, and her father … well, she knows nothing of her father besides the fact that he’d been a bastard, but it’s quite possible that he’d had magical blood too. Funny how these things are coming out of the woodwork now.

    She crams the thought of her nameless father into the back of her mind as Archam steps up to her, dark muzzle trailing against softly against her neck. She smiles and returns the gesture, nudging softly at his speckled shoulder. “Thank you.” Her brown eyes follow his gaze to the twins as they investigate their new surroundings, and she can’t help but smile. Yes, the two of them had been quite the surprise, but she wouldn’t wish it any other way. “I wondered if you might want the honour of naming them?” She’s bandied about a few names, but she’d had the chance to name her first, to name Merida, and if the boys’ father wants the chance to name them, she truly does not mind.
    SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.


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    RE: what am I fighting for? birthing, any - by Morigan - 06-08-2016, 11:01 PM



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