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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


    when the evening pulls the sun down - diplomats, shatter me
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    The summer heat was warm upon my back, half dozing in the shade of the trees, half out in the sun; perhaps it was not the wisest choice to have my backend out in the sun, and head facing the treeline. The borders were not far and Well, you can't exactly see much when your view consists of bark and verdant leaves. As I turn around, I spot the ebony steed, neatly parking himself on the borderline. I wander on over, emerald eyes brushing over his frame. Scarred with tales, graced with a rugged and wintry look. I had heard upon the whispers of Beqanna, also from snippets of conversation that along with the Amazons, an all woman tribe, there were also the Tundra Men. I blew a gentle snort, flickering ears swivelling atop my crown, waiting for a moment to see if any neared, deciding that I should take the initiative for once, I whickered softly, vocals a gentle hum against the soft lull of the summer air.

    'Hello, there. I'm Eld. An Ambassador here, is there anything I can do for you, Sir?' I then decide, perhaps a few trivialities, like the weather, like something not so game and set match. 'Lovely weather, isn't it?'

    OOC: I'm stealing wi-fi in Mcdonalds, so forgive this awful little thing =[


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    RE: when the evening pulls the sun down - diplomats, shatter me - by Eld - 08-13-2015, 02:16 PM



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