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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


    while my heart collapses like old clay;
    #3
    She heard him before she saw him, his ink and White body sticking out in the growing green backdrop. He walked the borders like a King with a haphazard crown. Her blue and brown eyes followed him, he made no attempts of talking to her, just as well, she was unsure how to approach him. He'd offered her home, s place to stay snd how she repaid him was being distant. Cold. But how was the blue mare meant to do something she was unsure about herself?

    "What do you want from me, Aziz?" Her voice is hushed, low, but she is near him, her dark neck extending, ears pinning against her poll but twitching involuntarily. She listened to his breathing. Very real and very there. He was not a nightmare before her mismatched eyes. She was uncertain of living in a dream upon a mystical forest.

    "I don't know... I don't know what I can give."
    Sincerely, 
    Nyryn


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    RE: while my heart collapses like old clay; - by Nyryn - 06-03-2015, 03:03 AM



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