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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


    well, well, well; OPEN TO ANYONE/ANYTIME (fun, quick posts, just jump in!)
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    "Well aren't you an interesting looking fellow! Oh! I mean... umm pardon me for being so rude!" Pumpkin Spice stumbled over her words in her effort to be polite, but the equine before her was an extreme kind of unique. The flaxen chestnut pony tentatively stepped closer, well aware that after such an introduction this fellow may not want to meet her. "Hello, I'm Pumpkin Spice - or Spice for short." The small mare manged to say in a bashful tone.There, that's a more normal and less embarrassing way to make an acquaintance. She thought.

    Winter followed quickly at the heels of Autumn here. The colourful foliage that she had enjoyed so much was already mostly gone. The trees looked jagged and dead now. But it was this fascinatingly hued equine that drew the mares eye. "Do you happen to have a name you'd like to share?"
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    RE: well, well, well; jenger poneh/any (fun, quick posts!) - by Pumpkin Spice - 11-03-2016, 08:05 PM



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