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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    do you feel like a young god? all
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    if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

    When the soil no longer frosts during the night and his exhales are no longer breathy and white in the crisp air, Amet begins to feel restless. Hyaline's mild winters are beautiful (and very much snowless), but Spring is truly the Dragon King's favorite, when the foliage begins to bloom its vibrant purples, reds, and pinks. The spindly branches have begun to bud and Amet bolts through them in the morning dew, his nostrils flaring with exertion as his hooves land powerfully against the soil. His lanky desert-type frame extends with each stride, his scales shimmering like jewels and sunshine as he gallops under the cloudless sky.

    Amet calls for his assemblage as he runs, coaxing them towards the water basin that serves as the centerpiece of their home. The loud whinnies reverberate through the lush forest and over the calm crystalline lake, echoed by the rhythmic beat of his commanding gait. He moves ever closer to the center of Hyaline, weaving between budding trees and their outstretched boughs and bounding over bush-like shrubbery whenever the opportunity arises. The calls, nor his pace, are frantic; they are full of hope and playfulness. He is ready for Spring and for this new Beqanna year and hopes to instill the same sense of excitement in those who share his haven.

    When finally the gilded King arrives at the lake, he doesn't halt at its shoreline - he lunges into its depths, spraying cool water in every direction. He comes to a rest only when the liquid laps at his muscled chest and his tangled tail splays out on the surface behind him (he often saves his more mature moments for those trips outside of Hyaline; when addressing his friends, his family, there is no need for formality). Amet completes a half-circle and his amber eyes search the shoreline and the treeline beyond it for those of his herd, expectant and excited for their first meeting of the year.
    Amet


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    Messages In This Thread
    do you feel like a young god? all - by Amet - 09-16-2017, 05:09 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? all - by Fiato - 09-16-2017, 06:30 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? all - by Ciri - 09-17-2017, 12:16 AM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? all - by Circinae - 09-19-2017, 09:08 AM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? all - by Rubble - 09-20-2017, 09:34 PM



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