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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


    so the story goes; clayton
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    be still, my soul, and steadfast; earth and heaven both are still watching

    The world was kind to them in the Pampas. It was easy there: peaceful, colorful, loving. Day’s parents and all six of her full siblings lived there, amongst the flowers and the chirping birds; a small, quiet haven surrounded by the chaos brought by the plague. A chaos Day couldn’t yet fully comprehend.
    So she travels.
    It’s a long journey to the Cove, her choice of the day. She passes through several lands quickly — along the edges of Sylva, through the middle of Loess (she has no respect for borders — a diplomat she is not — though she does know not to stay too long in either kingdom). She lingers a bit in the Forest, listening to others’ conversations while munching on leaves; burrs tangling with the flowers in her mane and tail as she walks through bushes without care.
    A cough tickles her throat.
    Next is Hyaline: a friendly, beautiful territory filled with mountains and trees of all different colors. She takes her time here, swimming in their lake, taking a break to cool herself and rest before finishing today’s trek.
    The apricot girl chooses to walk the rest of the way, too tired to swim, but finally she arrives at the Cove. Another cough escapes her throat, and another after that, followed by a sneeze. Embarrassing. She hopes no one else heard her.

    The first things to catch her eye are the signature horns of her family, from her father’s side (though she herself hadn’t inherited them, much to her disappointment — how fun it would be to poke things with her horns!).
    “WANDER!” She yells from afar, recognizing her slightly older sister. She was also Day’s favorite to bother. Wander and Day could almost pass for twins, if it weren’t for Day’s lack of horns — a light apricot color, like their mother, with flowers decorating their mane and tail. She doesn’t recognize the stallion next to Wander, though from his bay color and horns, she assumes they’re related. She canters towards them, energy renewed, screeching to a walk and hacking up a cough as she reaches them.
    “I’m Day!!!!” She says, excited to meet another relative. “Are you our brother? Did you say you’re going to rule this place? THAT’S AWESOME. Is Dawn your wife? Anyway, I definitely want to see more of the Cove. Wander does too. Right, Wander?”

    DAY

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    Messages In This Thread
    so the story goes; clayton - by wander - 03-06-2019, 11:33 PM
    RE: so the story goes; clayton - by Clayton - 03-07-2019, 06:53 PM
    RE: so the story goes; clayton - by wander - 03-31-2019, 09:52 PM
    RE: so the story goes; clayton - by Clayton - 04-02-2019, 12:41 PM
    RE: so the story goes; clayton - by day - 04-25-2019, 11:56 AM



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