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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


    Petit Amour | Any | All
    #4
    Gonna set this world on fire
    She chuckled slightly at the now perplexed mare.  It didn't take long though before hearts and butterfly thoughts replaced any fear or doubt. Attempting to instill a bit more she added, It's got to be even more exhausting if you are raising them...alone.  

    She let's the idea linger in the silence around them.  That is until words are spoken. Eh, words.  Though they do bring a satisfied glint to her on eyes.  She liked not being wanted in their minds.  Too bad they hadn't much of a choice.  I am a telepathy, she replies.  Whatever the mare had thought her to be may have been correct but not to her.  Molotov, (that's firey liquor bomb in Russian) she offers the obsidian mare her name but nothing more. 

    With each step they draw nearer to the crystalline lake.  Only fragments of scarred earth remain where the Intruders had came.  Uprooting and burning the rather peaceful nation.  Ruby tassels flicker gently at her hocks.  The chill of winter hung heavy in the air.  Luckily she was a thick mare, not bothered too much by the cold of winter.
    MOLOTOV


    Sry I completely forgot she intruded on this thread. Damn nosey thing


    Messages In This Thread
    Petit Amour | Any | All - by Fiato - 08-22-2017, 09:00 PM
    RE: Petit Amour | Any | All - by Molotov - 08-26-2017, 12:38 PM
    RE: Petit Amour | Any | All - by Fiato - 08-26-2017, 08:57 PM
    RE: Petit Amour | Any | All - by Molotov - 09-08-2017, 11:11 AM



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