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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    did that full moon force my hand? - anyone
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    Faith is the bird that feels the light

    when the dawn is still dark.

    Malka had always been the odd ball out, doing things that others wouldn't expect one to do. And so, here she was today, high up in the tree top enjoying the ran that fell down upon her feathered back. She had always enjoyed the jungle rains as it was a good chance for her to rinse out her feathers without having to splash in the crocodile infested rivers. She enjoyed the rain and once she was done rinsing her feathers out, she flew down to the ground and allowed herself to shift back into her equine form, keeping her waterproof feathers instead of her equine coat in order to stay warm and dry. She enjoys the quietness that comes with a rainfall, basking in the solitude and enjoying the time to herself to graze quietly under the trickling of rain that makes its way through the canopy.

    She hears a sound behind her and lifts her head slowly, ears flicking towards it. It did not sound like the sneaking pace of cat feet on the undergrowth nor the scurrying feet of the many small animals that habitated in the Jungle. When she heard words reach her ears though, she turned slowly to greet the horse that approached. Malka had never seen her before, though she hadn't been around much recently, so this was not much of a surprise to her.

    Malka quickly realized that she probably looked quite the sight, with an equine shape, blue and green feathers covering her body and red feathers over her chest. And even under all of those feathers, her amazon tattoo, showed through it all, with a small flock of the similarly colored queztal birds flying down her right side.

    "Hello there", she greets the younger mare with an easy smile. Malka had always enjoyed the youth of Beqanna because they offered a liveliness that many of the older horses did not carry any more. "My name is Malka," she offers after a short moment, with a light dip of her head and a gentle flickering of her ears.

    Malka

    immortal, quetzal-shifting Lekh, Kosi & Erinak of the 'Zons



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    RE: did that full moon force my hand? - anyone - by Malka - 05-30-2015, 12:18 PM



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