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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


    they say nothing good happens here when midnight rolls around; ANY
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    "We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another."
    "Ach." She says shaking her head, the sound coming out almost garbled as she waves his apology away. "Not your fault. I'm a bit thrown off tis all." She says it with a smile, her hooves shifting her weight back closer to him. She was all legs still, her body slowly filling out to its right proportion. "I had a strange adventure and the transition back has made me a wee wobbly." Her smile is more real this time as she actually manages to stuff those emotions and worries away for now. He would hold her attention for now. At least she hoped so. He didn't deserve her lack of it. Her da had taught her right and she was determined not to be rude. 

    Her ears flickered and while this body had been lost in limbo for the time she had spent in Seiluun, it seemed to have come with the same grime that she had had when the lightning had struck. There was a spot of dirt along her nose, more along her legs where her coverings hadn't quite covered it and her mane and tail were both tangled messes from allowing her hair to fly free as she ran through the woods like a creature born there. But of course, she had been. She laughs lightly at his words and can only smile. No doubt he would not be the first that had thought her voice odd, but so far he was the first to say so. "Aye, I was born here, but my Da talks this way as this isn't his native land. I happened to pick up on it from following him everywhere." Or at least she had, when the years of learning to talk had been at its most prominent and so it had stuck. 

    Had she knew what he was thinking about being a damsel she might have laughed again, for she certainly did not feel like a damsel. She felt itchy in her skin as her body didn't work the way she was used to. It would settle and she would be fine. For now though the muscles along her back and haunches twitched occasionally as if there was flies biting her, although they had yet to bother her.
     
     
    "The truth, it is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."
    Willa

     
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