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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


    until we see what we've left behind -- open
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    Pandorica's black pelt contrasted with the orange and pink hues of the early morning sunrise. Her back still wet with the dew, she clambered up from her sleeping position and walked deeper into the forest, the cool of the night still clinging in the air. Birds were up, tweeting their melodious chain. As she wandered, her lobes sensed the beating of another.

    Her head swiveled, orbes scanning the trees. Her breaths slowing, quieting so she could hear better. There. Pan located the movement.

    Pan turned fully around. "Hello, fine morning isn't it?" she said, restraining the urge to give him the warning to not startle her and to not tell anyone else he had.
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    RE: until we see what we've left behind -- open - by Pandorica - 12-27-2016, 01:07 AM



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