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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


    Talk Less, Smile More (Birthing); Phaedrus, Twins, Any
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    Clarisse
    Coughs emit from her muzzle, clearing her breathing passage of all debris of birth. Nostrils flare as she takes her first breath, dark chocolate eyes flick open as if her body is working like clockwork. She finds herself tangled, in a mess of body and limbs some of which aren't hers. Her muzzle inspects the body next to her, a sister, her sister. The little girl then takes in the build of both mother and father, by instinct she knew they were her parents.

    Petite ears flick, as she returns her attention towards her sister finding that she was much taller than before(Standing). She watched as her sister strangled a few steps then seemed to of figured it out, almost immediately clarisse jolted up her legs were strange and rather long compared to her body. She hobbled falling over not used to the use of her lengthy appendages. She straggled standing up this time, hobbling after a step and collapsing down in a pathetic manner. Her mother began to encourage her with gentle nips upon her hip. Eventually after multiple fails, the girl got gists of the concept yet, she was still quite unsteady on her feet.

    Soon the inky girl found herself beside her sister, a lick at the coat and Clarisse follows in suit yet instead of licking she applies a gentle nip to her sisters ebony body. Words are said between her mother and father but she can't find herself to pronounce the words correctly in doing so she speaks, "Rutic?" No that doesn't sound quite right, it's missing something..."Rustic." She speaks once more correcting herself. 

    After a few moments hunger, fills her mind and intent on fulfilling her need the girl hesitates, something ruffles her mane and she does not squeal as her sister did. All she does is stare back in curiosity, lobes perked and, dark chocolate eyes staring at the individual which was her father. She strides over intent on making a point towards him, but in the process of concentrating on placing her hooves correctly in order to walk she forgets why she had strode over to him. And with a snort of frustration she shuffles back over towards her sister and mother. Bowing her head under her mother she finds the source of food that will fulfill her hunger.
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    RE: Talk Less, Smile More (Birthing); Phaedrus, Twins, Any - by Clarisse - 06-14-2016, 10:38 AM



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