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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


    rime of the ancient mariner; any
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    Romantica

    Seagreen glass pools study  the landscape quietly. They gather all the pieces. The great green firs standing like studious soldiers on the forest hills, the rhythmic grass sea of the meadow, vibrant colors of wildflower blooms gaily peppering the playground. It all was overwhelming in it's beauty.

    The slate stained mare catches a scent, a sound. She shifts her weight and rotates to allow another graying horse to fall under her gaze. Ears move as the rather taller stallion moves into her space with a polite, tight smile running the length of his lips. Rom meets it with a pleasant gaze. "Hello." But instead of another greeting, the woman listens as the other compliments her features. Rom opens her mouth to reply with a curious look draping across her face but she halts when she feels a delicate stroke on her cheek.

    "Wha-" She begins, her head turning over one shoulder and then the next, but only to be met with nothingness. "Did you...?" Her words come clustered, jagged with uneven edges, as she looks at the stallion, The granite mare's brow furrows as she is unsure what is really going on. First, a rather superfluous male approaches with pretty words and compliments and then suddenly she is being touched.

    This is not okay with Romantica.

    Green eyed gaze darkens as she eyes the stallion, lobes slowly beginning to pin themselves back. Rom doesn't appreciate being touched without her permission. "Who the fu-" -she begins before another horse approaches. Rom eyes this other mare who is simply TOWERING over her. Flighty with wariness, she tucks back with a lifted skull. "Hello." The word once again offered flatly but with steel lined edges. Dark eyes note the scares on the mare's face, her beaten demeanor. Odd.

    My goodness, this was certainly an interesting day so far,

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    Messages In This Thread
    rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Romantica - 12-13-2016, 04:42 PM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Priel - 12-15-2016, 12:53 PM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Nier - 12-15-2016, 01:31 PM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Romantica - 12-15-2016, 03:01 PM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Priel - 12-15-2016, 08:05 PM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Nier - 12-17-2016, 01:25 AM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Priel - 12-24-2016, 02:08 PM
    RE: rime of the ancient mariner; any - by Nier - 12-26-2016, 10:23 PM



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