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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


    [open]  The things we leave behind || Any ||
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    Adria

    I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall

    Adria had always wondered what the Reckoning was like. In her studies she’d learned of endless wars, magic spiraling out of control, and the power-hungry feasting over the weak. Beqanna had been so disgusted with her people that she stripped herself bare and took magic with her, reshaping its essence and therefore, altering the horses here forever. The lady gleaned that such times were best left to the past and never thought much about what the true experience had been like for those who lived through it. Most young inhabitants here couldn’t, and this particular water horse was much too excited on the prospects of a future with her new home rather than a contagion outbreak.

    That means she’s utterly unprepared for the event when it comes. Her eyes are watching @[Jinn] in the belly of the river, but Adria shivers when the first sensation of wrongness prickles over her gleaming scales. The gold-tinted stallion is eyeing her with a raw strip of his own skin hanging limp from between his teeth, and she just frowns and frowns while that wrongness festers in her stomach.

    Without a goodbye the Nereid slips quickly down into the arms of the winding rapids, disappearing. She’ll have to look for him later and apologize, she realizes, feeling a moments twinge of guilt before urging her powers to help her along upstream.

    Panic settles in when the voices start to talk. Her worry grows. She tries not to think about her family, (Nyxa and Hod, sweet, sad brother Tyr) and so the images of Hyaline’s caretaker, Kagerus, filter through instead. Until she breaches the borders, Adria doesn’t take a breath, wild imaginations of fields burning and leopards snarling taking the wind right from her lungs.

    Only, there’s no one here. She’s rushed back to a homeland completely changed, and burst through the surface of their lake with a new, gaping hole in its side. In the hazy distance she sees the wilds of a risen island, a landmark she’s sure wasn’t there before, and then she knows.

    Nothing is the same, and she’s probably the only one in danger right now.



    OOC: tying up her thread with Jinn and bringing her into current time! Open to anyone lingering Smile


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    The things we leave behind || Any || - by Adria - 11-01-2018, 11:51 AM



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