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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


    take these broken wings and learn to fly [any]
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    take these broken wings and learn to fly


    To say that Fart was not easy on the eyes was not a stretch. He was limey green, skinny, and had a split lip. He was constantly afraid of something (or someone?) but he never fully explained it. And he had terribly low self-esteem (probably the end result of the things listed previously). Add in the stink and his deadly gift that he kept mostly hidden and he was definitely not the typical herd stallion. 

    Regardless, she had agreed to live with him. Besides all of those things he was extremely kind and completely accepting of her strange appearance and her haunted past. Birds of a feather…

    The hawk mare would never have agreed to form a herd with anyone less deserving. Coming from her background as an Amazonian warrior, being in a herd was quite a foreign concept. A tough pill to swallow. But Fart, and his dream of giving a home to those who had nowhere else to go, they were worth it. She would protect that and see it succeed. 

    He questions her motives again, but he seems to confuse them. She snorts a little and says “I suppose you could look at it that way, but really I just want to get to know some of the horses that live nearby.” She’s a little frustrated to have him spin it in such a way. And then he digs at her past and she instantly regrets saying anything about it. Her eyes fall to the ground and she shifts her weight uneasily. “I’ve lived in several. Some that don’t even exist anymore.”

    It wasn’t a lie.

    He steps closer to her now and looks her over. She can’t help the contempt that rises in her throat like bile. Her talons curl into the soft ground beneath them ever so slightly. She wishes she had found one of the women that lived here instead of this stallion. He is but a silly colt to her, his youth and impetuousness are nothing but faults to her. But he asks about Fart, and that calms her slightly, despite the condescending tone in his voice. “His name is Fart, which makes the smell more understandable I suppose.” Yes, she knows it stinks. “He might not seem like much, but he’s capable of protecting himself and his herd.” She pauses and her eyes find his once more, a sort of fire lit within them now. “Of course he also has me to help him with protection.”

    Seraphina





    I saw you just posted an away, so no rush dear. Just wanted to get a reply up! <3


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    RE: take these broken wings and learn to fly [any] - by Seraphina - 08-25-2016, 08:29 PM



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