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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


    ran my wandering mind away; Scorch/Hurricane/any
    #5
    His dark eyes are fixed upon the tree line when she arrives. He sees her immediately, the hairless queen of the Amazons. He studies her, curious about this rather infamous woman. Flame arches across the entirety of her body, a green vine crawling up one leg to splash its red blossom across her chest. Her strength and ferocity is evident in her bearing. He would let her words speak for the rest.

    If he is surprised at the warmth of her greeting for Crito, he does not show it. Her greeting for him is noticeably cooler. As he is rarely more than politely cool to those he does not know, he does not expect more. With his wings tucked firmly against his sides, he returns her greeting with one of his own, adding his name as a courtesy once Crito has said his first words.

    I am Hurricane. Your hospitality is appreciated.

    He does not add anything more as yet, allowing Crito to do the speaking. Admittedly, Crito is better at this sort of thing than he anyway. Hurricane, unfortunately, is far to blunt for most horse’s tastes. His forthright nature and brusque honesty were not always appreciated. He would add his voice when he felt it necessary, but for the time being the roan stallion is doing just fine.
    There is never a day that goes by
    that is a good day to die.
    Hurricane
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    there is never a day that goes by... - by Hurricane - 06-19-2015, 04:30 PM



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