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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]  We're slow dancing in a burning room; Any
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    alvorr
    His body is languid as it stirrs in the field, softly swaying alog with the caress of the wind, his mane softly falling down toward his face, his eyes not particularly focused on anything when out of nowhere he hears a rather large amount of commotion next to him.
    The spotted stallion turns to face the younger male with a confused, starry look, his brow raised as he gathered himself "Sir? How old do you think I am?" he taunted, his strict voice quickly errupting into a stream of laughter, quickly followed by a softer tone "No worries, how may I help you?" he asks, an inquisitive tilt in the posture of his neck as he poses the question, a smile finding its way onto his stern expression.

    He didn't think he would have met anyone quite yet, a rather pleasant surprise to his usual lonely lifestyle.
    He moves his body comfortably, stretching himself infront of the stranger, his eyes closed as his muscles click silently, his eyes perked on the stranger as he steadied his body, a yawn emerging from the male.
    " darling. we're slow dancing in a burning room. "
    @[Nazariy]
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    RE: We're slow dancing in a burning room; Any - by Alvorr - 01-22-2019, 12:39 PM



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