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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


    let's begin feeding the sickness; any
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    "Tasty?"

    She gulps hard, unsure exactly what that meant but between the snapping of his jaws and the question which came before she was pretty sure it was a compliment she didn't want. "Th, th, thank you," she says anyway, her mama had told her to be polite to strangers after all. 

    But they aren't alone for long and she looks away from the awkward intensity of the creatures stare to the horse-shaped stranger with a mixture of relief and curiosity.

    Then there is another, and her already overworked heart skips another beat. Her lips part ever so slightly in awe of the Pegasus as her tiny face tilts up and her eyes, the same color as the tropical waters around them, take in the shiny black wings. Mama said Papa has black wings, she thinks, and her mind is made up that He is a good guy.  Just as she is about to move towards him, her thoughts are jostled and loud command.

    "Go"

    The order and all its urgency comes through crystal clear, and she jumps in surprise and obedience. With a wide-eyed glance to the other kind male as he speaks she does as he says, channeling her energy into the urge to run. 

    In a reckless gallop, she stays close to The Tin Man's side. Sand flings from her tiny hooves in a way that lets her know that this may be the fastest she has ever run. The running helps to burn off some of her excess adrenaline and soon she bounces to a halt, craning her neck to better see her father and his opponent.

    Her Father?

    "I... I don't know who my dad is," she softly contradicts the stallion, her eyes never leaving the bay Pegasus and the dragon-lizard squaring up in the distance. "He lives far away and his name is Brennen." 

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    brennen x ava
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    let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by End - 11-01-2018, 01:27 AM
    RE: let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by Tocca - 11-01-2018, 10:46 AM
    RE: let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by Tocca - 11-02-2018, 03:02 PM



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