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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} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter
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    Rubble cantered after Tangerine, a wild whinny escaping her parted mouth. Plumes of whispy, frosty breath escaped her mouth, trailing behind her. She took in the scent of snow and frost as she pounded after her newfound friend. She shook her head as wind rushed around her head, slicking her mane to her neck. She grinned as she put on an extra burst of speed. She covered half the distance in between her and Tang before the buckskin filly turned to look over her shoulder. Rubble grinned, and gave an excited neigh. She loved the feeling of snow under her feet, and her breath rushing in and out of her throat. Excitement fueled her legs as she ran, and she put on another wild burst of speed to get closer to Tang. She sent a yell to the horse infront of her. "Its been a while since I've felt this good!" She whipped her head up.
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    RE: {Open} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter - by Rubble - 07-16-2017, 06:35 PM



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