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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


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    a strange sort of bewitched - herd
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    Trechery woke as she sensed something was different around her, looking around she saw she was on a mountain and she wasn't to happy or sure she wanted to be on it, rearing she let out a scared whinny landing on her front legs again she heard her stallion calling flicking her tail she pushed off and galloped towards him.

    Reaching where he and a few other horses were gathered she slid to a stop sides heaving in and out as she stood close to him. "What has happened?" She looked towards the other females of the herd there were a few missing she noticed which she hoped they would make it to the gathering soon so not to worry the rest of the herd and their leaded. "Are you ok?" She looked at Njenyi and reached out to touch his shoulder with her muzzle to make sure he was actually standing in front of her.
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    a strange sort of bewitched - herd - by Njenyi - 09-02-2016, 12:18 PM
    RE: a strange sort of bewitched - herd - by Trechery - 09-02-2016, 02:16 PM



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