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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


    Emotions Are Our Own Hell; Exist
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    This was the first time she was out and about by herself. She was old enough to be alone but just a bit smaller than the average yearling. She hoped no one would mistaken her as any younger than she was, but that was what she begun to expect. If her baby brother Isaan considered himself close to her age, there definitely was a problem. But brushing her age aside, all was good she was excited to meet new faces, and she showed it with and adorable little prance that she held so pleasantly.

    So with a little skip in her step the girl entered the meadow, taking in the sights and smells. Everything was so new! And so pretty in it's own unique way. But what was there to do? Should she approach someone and meet a new face? Or wander around a bit explore her surroundings and wait for someone to find her? The obvious answer was to have a look around. So with an excited leap and a flutter of her navy blue tinged wings the girl, allowed herself to hover briefly. 

    She was still unstable with her wings as it was, and whenever she hovered just for a moment it felt like she was going to tip over in mid air. She was mainly concerned of hitting her little head on the ground if she were to be tipped over but she needed to practice in her flight skills, and what better than to practice while exploring the meadow! So the buckskin girl, steadied herself, she would get lopsided every so often as she explored the foliage and land marks of the meadow. It reminded her strongly of Taiga, yet less foresty and less dense with vegetation but it was quite the same.

    Concluded with her exploring of the rather large meeting area, Heda sits patiently and waits for someone to come up to her. She wasn't quite too good with socializing so she was hoping whoever she would meet would do all the talking, but with a hopeful heart she stood patiently a gentle smile formed on her face as her amber eyes glanced around in a friendly tone.
    HEDA
    Go right ahead, laugh at the girl who loved too easily
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    @[Exist] <3 I am so excited
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    Messages In This Thread
    Emotions Are Our Own Hell; Exist - by Heda - 12-02-2016, 11:50 PM
    RE: Emotions Are Our Own Hell; Exist - by exist - 12-11-2016, 11:48 AM
    RE: Emotions Are Our Own Hell; Exist - by Heda - 12-12-2016, 07:51 PM
    RE: Emotions Are Our Own Hell; Exist - by exist - 01-08-2017, 08:45 PM
    RE: Emotions Are Our Own Hell; Exist - by Heda - 01-11-2017, 11:47 PM



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