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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


    Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen
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    hold me in this wild, wild world
    'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
    No matter what the circumstances are, Brennen always has at part of his attention on the lookout for his family. Here on the Island, it is easier than it has ever been to keep track of the members of his family who live with him; he had raised countless children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren in the Tundra before coming here, but having the littles basically stuck on an island with no natural predators and no way to wander off makes the task a thousand times easier, as does the rare but quite pleasing circumstance of having his mate - now his Queen - residing on the island as well. Not since his first doomed love had any of the bay stallion’s paramours resided with him; the strong women he was usually attracted to rarely found the icy bachelor Kingdom to their liking, and beyond that oft had duties to their own people and Kingdoms. His current love is no less strong for not being a Leader of Men in her own right, and Brennen relies on Galilee’s own strengths heavily as he goes about trying to lead his new Kingdom.

    He’s meandering her direction, absently searching for one or all of his youngest charges, when his son’s voice comes over the wind from somewhere along the coast and the King deftly changes direction, picking up a trot as he carefully navigates a path through dense jungle that will bring him to Belgaer quicker than retracing his own steps on the well-worn path and the having to move along the shore. He glances up into the branches that rustle above him as the trees begin to thin and slows to a steady jog as a particularly bright green parrot glides down to latch his dextrous toes in the bay’s mane. “Friend,” it chirrups first, and he knows that will be Belgaer, who the birds would recognize easily. “Stranger,” he adds, and so Brennen knows before he ever emerges that his son will not be alone.

    Still, he wasn’t expecting someone so...young…, and though his pace does not falter he blinks a few times in surprise before he reaches them. “Bel,” he greets his son affectionately, brushing his dark muzzle across his son’s copper shoulder, and letting his gaze linger on the girl in the sand, flicking back to Belgaer with frank curiosity in his eyes. He wasn’t aware of his child having any love interests, and would certainly hope to have been informed if Belgaer was expecting a child, but he can’t imagine where Bel just happened to pick one up otherwise. “And who’s your friend?”
    hold me in this wild, wild world
    and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
    BRENNEN
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    Messages In This Thread
    Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Belgaer - 05-16-2018, 11:10 AM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Pond - 05-16-2018, 08:03 PM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Brennen - 05-16-2018, 10:49 PM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Belgaer - 05-17-2018, 07:37 PM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Pond - 05-19-2018, 03:36 AM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Brennen - 05-22-2018, 11:25 PM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Belgaer - 05-25-2018, 03:58 PM
    RE: Prodigal Son || Pond / Brennen - by Pond - 05-27-2018, 09:01 PM



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