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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


    “What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.”; any
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    Münfaede
    When the dawn comes...

    "No, no, join us," the chocolatey mare exclaims, her eyes alight with excitement. Münfaede ducks away as the woman takes off in chase of the male. There's something about this dance they play, a marriage of joy and danger. It was all so foreign to the milky young mare, and she was not at all comfortable with it. Even as a child she had been on the run. There were no memories of friends and adventures. This was not the place for her.

    Nowhere was.

    She hesitated only a moment as their game pulled them away from her, and began making her swift exit. The other woman was grown, and could decide for herself if she were in danger. There was nothing more Münfaede could do for her, as if she had even done anything at all thus far.

    She was nearly free of this odd encounter, when they returned and the male stopped uncomfortably close to her. Despite her quickened heartbeat, she held solid. The only evidence of her discomfort and fear of him was a slow step away from his nearness, her silver-gray eyes never leaving him. Outwardly calm, her manner belied the terror shaking her core from within.

    "You look terrible", he states matter-of-factly. She had no reaction to this, and so did not comment. The truth was not hurtful; it was obvious she was not as well-groomed and cared for as they were. It was all part and parcel of her life, and was a non-issue with her. She did not care how she was regarded, for someone seeing her was as rare as spotting the divine unicorns of her birthplace. An odd little irony that she would be as uncommon as they, the very cause of her birth and the future end to her life.

    She remains silent, sparing a fleeting glance to the mare, then holding her gaze on the formidable male. Another careful retreating step snapped twigs beneath her hooves. When she felt she was a safe distance away, she turned heel and left them swiftly, not a single hair of her thick forelock out of place obscuring the telltale scar on her face.

    ...the moon fades
    | Münfaede |

    ooc: no need to respond to her directly. I feel she will only disrupt/distract from the flow of the thread so I am removing her :Smile Feel free to pm me at any time if you are interested in threading with her in the future <3
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    RE: “What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.”; any - by Münfaede - 09-13-2016, 01:51 PM



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