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    COTY

    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


    keep a little fire burning; solace
    #7
    Keep a little fire burning;
    however small, however hidden.


    Solace's excitement over her father's coronation is contagious and Smoak laughs in tune with her, his own hooves prancing excitedly on the soft loam of Hyaline's lakeshore. The champagne stallion tosses his head, the muscles beneath his sleek coat rippling, effectively removing the wavy forelock from his hazel gaze. A second bout of laughter erupts from the bone-armored stallion's maw as the blue-tressed mare rises onto her hindquarters, the excitement permeating from her in the same way that it used to when they were young, energetic children.

    "Of course he will be wonderful. Everyone already loves him, and Mom wouldn't have chosen him if he wasn't perfect for Tephra." He had heard that Warrick's promotion had initially been Offspring's idea, that Solace's dad's promotion had been years in the making, and the champagne stallion is pleased that the plan has finally unfolded, that his Mom and Dad are finally able to spend time together that is not interrupted by politics, torture, or polar bear shifters.

    Solace lands on her forelegs powerfully before pivoting and taking off in a swift gallop, her lilting voice carrying back to him over her shoulder. Smoak laughs again, digging his own hooves into the dirt and taking off after her with long, bounding strides. "How am I supposed to win when you're the only one who knows where we are going?!" he yells to her as they run, the wind pushing his mane and tail back to billow behind his lanky frame.

    The champagne stallion follows closely behind Solace as they run, a grin turning the corners of his mouth upward as he watches her, pleased that she is the same ol' Solace that he remembers, despite the new weight of the golden crown atop her blue-tressed head.

    Smoak


    @[Solace]


    Messages In This Thread
    keep a little fire burning; solace - by Smoak - 12-02-2017, 07:59 PM
    RE: keep a little fire burning; solace - by Smoak - 12-04-2017, 07:38 PM
    RE: keep a little fire burning; solace - by Smoak - 12-07-2017, 08:09 PM
    RE: keep a little fire burning; solace - by Smoak - 12-12-2017, 05:30 PM
    RE: keep a little fire burning; solace - by Smoak - 12-30-2017, 12:05 AM



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