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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 Letter [Any/All]
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    Solace

    The young mare had left Tephra for the first time in her life that morning, spurred on by nothing other than the deepest of love for her brother. Her mother had left them and she hadn't taken that to heart, Tangerine was a drifter and she had accepted it from an early age, but she could not bare the loss of her twin.  So, with a quiet goodbye to Smoak and her father, she had left at dawn.  


    Before her The Field stretches for miles, open and vast, dotted with horses the all the colors of wildflowers. She picks up an easy lope, nodding in greeting when she catches someone's eye, but she doesn't have time to stop and chat.  The gold and cream mare is headed to Hyaline, the place she had herd countless stories about but never seen. It was a daunting task for her, to leave the only world she had ever known and set out to a place she only suspected her brother would be at. But now that she is flowing across the open grassland with a crisp autumn breeze she finds that her fear of leaving her tropical home had been misplaced - so far. 

    On the horizon, there is a dark smudge separating the golden grasses from the brilliantly blue sky and it can only be The Forests she had heard of. She had been warned to speak quietly and move quickly through this dark wood. Solace decides to pause to graze and ready before navigating through the dark woodland and ahead she spots a dark figure headed in the same direction. She slows to a trot - just quick enough to overtake him, but not so quick as to startle him - and gives a low and friendly nicker. 

    She notices the angry scars across his face, but she is not shocked or disgusted by them - many in her homeland were covered in scars - and as she looks to find his gaze her blue eyes are only colored with friendly curiosity. 

    "Hello," she speaks softly and smiles easily, "looks like we are going in the same direction."

    Maybe the fabled Forest would be less gloomy with a companion.

     

    you are my sunshine



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    Messages In This Thread
    Open Letter [Any/All] - by Scissorhands - 10-27-2017, 01:51 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Solace - 10-28-2017, 12:41 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Scissorhands - 10-28-2017, 01:56 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Solace - 10-28-2017, 02:22 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Fernweh - 10-28-2017, 06:27 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Scissorhands - 10-31-2017, 02:53 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Solace - 11-01-2017, 02:40 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Fernweh - 11-03-2017, 10:08 AM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Scissorhands - 11-03-2017, 11:43 AM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Solace - 11-03-2017, 03:27 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Fernweh - 11-06-2017, 06:10 PM
    RE: Open Letter [Any/All] - by Scissorhands - 11-08-2017, 09:40 AM



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