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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


    i'd rather be a riot than indifferent; birthing, any
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    PHAEDRUS
    Well isn’t he the lucky one! Twins! There were two new additions to his ever growing family. Now that he had spent some time with them and their mother he had heard the call of another. This he frowns on at first. Not sure what to do, torn between keeping these two safe and going and seeing what all the fuss was about, eventually its Sheba that resolves the issue for him. I’ll stay here, you go and check on the newest mother. Still being a new dad and all, considering this was the first time he had ever seen a foal born… well instincts were just not working right.

    To say that he was nervous would be to say that winter is cold, to describe what he was feeling would be to describe the intricate lace on a snowflake before it dissolves. It just… wasn’t possible. Still with a grateful smile to the cat he takes off his enormous wings beating the air to speed him along. You my dear were never fat. he kisses the ground with his hooves as he comes near his wings giving a few more steadying beats and then folding to his sides. When his eyes take in the little bundles… wait… Now he could say that he was beyond stunned… well he couldn’t really because he was exactly that… stunned.

    And now there were four. How the hell had he managed that? Two sets of twins???! Three of which were girls… Well isn’t this a surprise? Its all he can manage at the moment, two little brown bundles one of which had a glistening hoof. The other… ok that was odd… no tail. He shakes his head clearing his mind for the moment, They are beautiful Vakarian. He softly speaks to her before coming up to her other side where the foals were not tangled and wrestling for control of their limbs. Draping his wing over her withers he nudges the crevice of her neck affectionately.

    Wolfish
    He hiccups after sensations of a full belly, then quirks his head towards his sister. They were an odd pair; the whole scenario was an odd one. At least to him. The world was odd, the colors odd, the need for air and food was odd. Hell thinking was odd. Now these parents were speaking, which was an oddity in itself. His coat shimmers into a diamond encasing the sun reflecting off its surface glinting with rainbows and beaming reflective light. Then it is gone, as if he had always been a “normal” horse, at least as normal a horse can be with no tail.

    More to show the ladies right? For him there would be no covering what the fairies gave him, there would be no way for him to display his fear or aggression, he would have to stick with the old flicking of the ears, and arch of the neck. Yet this he was not aware of as of yet. Thinking that he was perfectly normal in every sense of the word. Well at least as normal as normal could be in this odd world. Words are murmured around him and he lifts his head to look around, hazel eyes flick here and there searching for anything that wasn’t odd. Trees, grass, birds, sky…. Very odd….

    His head quirks again this time taking a few steps towards the female of the two extending his nares in greeting. Dear me if this wasn’t the strangest thing of all. Flicking his eyes back and forth between the two adults, there does not appear to be a smile, no words or cries spilling from his lips, just a “odd” look in his gaze, and a watchful eye on his sister.
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    RE: i'd rather be a riot than indifferent; birthing, any - by Phaedrus - 06-15-2016, 10:21 PM



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