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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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    She's missed the party, so to speak. If someone were to tell her about a recent disaster, it would be news to her. You see, Anjou has been away for a long time. Six and a half of her seven years to be precise. Shipped off as soon as her mothers milk wasn't needed to sustain her existence. Anyhow, she's back now. That's all you really need to know for the purposes of her tale, her reasons for being here.

    Anjou has stuck to the forest since returning. There's something the little blue roan mare finds reassuring about the anonymity of being underneath the trees, hidden from view. Not like anyone would know her or recognise her, she wasn't ever important enough to be missed.

    On that note, she wanders across a little gathering, just in the nick of time to overhear a chestnut mare introduce herself to a rather oddly coloured stallion. They didn't make them like that where she's been. Nonetheless, mother taught her it's rude to stare.

    “Yes, please do,” she interjects on the heels of her fellow female, eyeing the young male curiously. “I'm Anjou. I hope I'm not interrupting, but you could say I'm new here and I'd dearly love some companionship... I like solitute, but you can sometimes have too much of a good thing, or so they say,”

    anjou

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    RE: well, well, well; jenger poneh/any (fun, quick posts!) - by Anjou - 11-04-2016, 12:41 PM



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