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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


    dovev, anyone;
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    He had always been the type to great new and unknown faces when he had lived openly within the Valley and not much had changed when once he and the small group made up of Ruan, Reagan, Jinju and Romek and the stallion's family had come to find their home. So when he was making his way towards the Taiga's dense border and over heard the male's voice, he momentarily came to a stop, nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath in order to catch their scent. He first catches the stallion's and then the mares and with slight curiosity, his head tilts slightly, ears flicking gently. After a few moments he finally steps forward, his long jaguar spotted legs carrying him through the trees with carefully placed hooves as he moves towards the pair.

    He can feel the way the stallion's eyes are pinned on him. He too would be hesitant were their positions switched and though he had never known love, that from a partner or a child... He could understand the protective nature that was emanating from the other as he stepped up close enough to greet them without posing a threat. "Hello there, I'm Demian. Welcome to Taiga." He smiles gently as he faces them with a set of empty eye sockets, showing them both that he was unable to truly see them. "Is there something I could help you with? Are you looking to call this forest home?" It could go to be said that he was a bit rusty with the whole greeting thing. Though he loved to be the greeter, it had been years since he had played the role appropriately and so his blunt nature was stronger more than he probably would have liked.

    Though if either one of them were the same, they would allow it to roll right off their shoulders and notice the slight awkwardness that slipped haphazardly between his words. Gone were the days of a well adjusted king. Here were the days of a stallion finally getting back on his feet and once again learning the ropes alongside the rest of those that called the Taiga home.
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    dovev, anyone; - by Cerva - 09-25-2016, 04:36 PM
    RE: dovev, anyone; - by Dovev - 09-25-2016, 09:08 PM
    RE: dovev, anyone; - by demian - 10-09-2016, 08:19 AM



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