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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'm just a sucker for pain [any]
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    Spark stares up at him curiously; her black and red eyes hold him in deepest regard but he seems oddly fearful of her touch. It makes her tilt her head back just a little, to consider just why it is that he is so timid in the moment. Could it have anything to do with all the strangeness going on? Horses don’t seem like themselves any more, some are very very different from when they first met them - those that had control of an element, now had wings, and the like. Maybe it all had to do with that new mountain in their midst, and the mists that crept low about every land, especially those to the North and the West of here.

    They missed the Tundra;
    It was as much a mother to them as Scalped had been.
    They had grown fat off her permafrost face, dark mountainous teats, and icy breath, as much as they had their mother’s own milk. But they did not think about missing it as much as he did, maybe because they are children and he is an adult, he had formed a deeper bond with his land than they ever had.

    Spear and Spark see this as yet another grand adventure.
    Perhaps that is the blessing of being children still; they can see this as opportunity, looking upon it with open hearts and minds both.

    They can see that they make him uneasy, or maybe their age does. Really, it makes no difference to them because he is one of the few horses they’ve seen not swarmed by loved ones or such. He had seemed rather lonely, and he looked like Offspring - big and black, but he lacked their father’s piercing red eyes, even if he seemed just as formidable as their father is. “Maybe,” Spark says, still at his side and almost leaning comfortably into him with her small shaggy self. “We found our father, and are likely to follow him still.” Spear adds, eyeing the black stallion curiously now. “Where is there to go but here?”

    Both of them are bright; of eyes and mind.
    The mists!
    He means to go into the mists, brave brave soul that he is.
    “You mean the mists, don’t you?” Spear is far more intrigued now than earlier, he looks up at the stallion, eager to hear more.

    Spear & Spark
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    Messages In This Thread
    I'm just a sucker for pain [any] - by Gunsynd - 09-02-2016, 07:21 PM
    RE: I'm just a sucker for pain [any] - by Gunsynd - 09-02-2016, 08:27 PM
    RE: I'm just a sucker for pain [any] - by Gunsynd - 09-03-2016, 06:19 PM
    RE: I'm just a sucker for pain [any] - by Spear + Spark - 09-05-2016, 08:09 AM
    RE: I'm just a sucker for pain [any] - by Gunsynd - 09-05-2016, 12:47 PM
    RE: I'm just a sucker for pain [any] - by Gunsynd - 09-12-2016, 07:35 PM



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