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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


    [open]  all of my devils are free at last; any
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    ORION'S BELT
    He had been wandering the shadows of the forest for quite some time.  Movements slow and without purpose.  Almost depressed like.  Needing to free himself from the seemingly endless black hole of the lands.  His orbs scanned the terrain for light. Anything would do.  A break in the thick canopy, an opening to a meadow,  anything would do.  His search came up empty so he halted, head hung low in defeat.  Tassels blanketed his masculine profile.  A snort of frustration at his situation...

    Suddenly an aura beamed within the shadows.  Radianting almost.  It sparked hope within his soul, and a need to seek out its source.  Lobes perked in interest as he stepped forth.  Orbs locked into his destination almost trans like.  As he neared he compared the light to that of the stars.  Glowing a bright white among the dark curtain in which it hung.  A guiding light to some, hope for others.  He missed his home within the stars and galaxies.  The thought pulled a smile from his lips.  Home...

    To his surprise aother of his kind stood before him.  The same but different.  Her bodice glowed in a brilliant array of lights.  He would have questioned it's reality if he hadn't been mesmerized by her.  His muzzle extended towards this Angel before him.  Do not touch an Angel! The thought snapped his muzzle back to his chest.  Was she real?  Was this a dream? He questioned everything in that moment.  His gaze shifting focus from the light to the equine it radiated from.  He spoke softly,

    M'dear ye are but an Angel in a world full of darkness. A dream amongst nightmares, thee Moon which outshines the brightest of stars.  My name is Orion.  What do thee stars call ye?  His crown dip respectfully as gaze lowered.  His actions and tongue aged him.  He was immortal afterall...
    Wish Upon A Star
    HTML by Call


    OOC: Just throwing this out there.  Seemed fitting Smile
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    RE: all of my devils are free at last; any - by Orion's Belt - 01-17-2017, 09:18 PM



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