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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


    drunk and driven by the devil's hunger; sunday
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    It's easy, I think, to underestimate Sunday. She does not stand tall, nor muscled, nor impressive. She is average sized with an average face and an unimposing stature. Where others pride themselves on their ability to scare, to maim - Sunday does not. She finds great solace in her congenial ways, her empathy, her everything. To her a great strength is kindness, it's not a weakness. She is at odds with most of Beqanna in this way. Her childhood showed her just how cruel and unkind the world could be. She vowed, never ending, to never be that way.

    She is rarely unsettled. The approach of a stallion who fits many of the qualifications of Large Scary Brute does not upset or frighten her. It's not in her nature to be offensive, or even defensive. Everyone is met the same way - that easy smile, the body language of someone willing to speak and engage. The smallest nod of her head, flick of her tail, it's all inviting.

    "Sunday," she responds with that easy smile. "It's nice to meet you, Woolf. What brings you to the forest this time of night?" The same question could easily be asked of her - whats a nice girl like you doing in the place like this?
    SUNDAY


    never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch
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