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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


    hyacinthum ; ANY; OPEN
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    Nour jumped slightly at the voice, for she had not noticed the stallion before. She looked him over quickly. He wasnt much larger than she, his pelt a rich red, eyes like the grass, and a mane as dark as night. She smiled in return to his words, for she had been looking for a friend..and the stallion, Skull he had said, seemed kind enough.

    "Lovely to make your acquaintance Skull. My name is Nour." She replied, her voice just as soft as the streams that streaked across the meadow.

    Despite his name, Skull seemed just as she. Friendly, and tired. She wondered briefly why he was here alone. Most stallions she had seen came with their families, Skull however (as far as she could guess) had come here alone.

    "May I ask what brings you to the meadows?"
    She inquired sweetly, head tilting to the side slightly. Nour shifted, the grass brushing her legs in reply to the movement.

    "I myself have come to make friends."
    Her smile was light, softening her light features.
    If not today, Why not tomorrow? 
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    hyacinthum ; ANY; OPEN - by Nour - 06-06-2017, 03:28 PM
    RE: hyacinthum ; ANY; OPEN - by Skullu - 06-06-2017, 03:43 PM
    RE: hyacinthum ; ANY; OPEN - by Nour - 06-06-2017, 03:58 PM
    RE: hyacinthum ; ANY; OPEN - by Skullu - 06-06-2017, 04:08 PM
    RE: hyacinthum ; ANY; OPEN - by Nour - 06-06-2017, 04:20 PM



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