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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


    of lost things;; any
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    Rouhi

    The grulla paint traipsed around the meadow aimlessly, snorting lowly as spurts of steam erupted from his silken pink nose, Rouhi dragged his legs across the stretch of land as his mind began to race, he didn't quite know why he was wandering around so late at night, he wasn't hungry nor thirsty, perhaps lonely? The stallion halted for a moment before allowing the strength in his legs to dwindle, gently falling to the ground with the help of his pale wings, thrashing them around like a flightless bird as he made himself comfortable next to a couple bushes, shaking them violently as his body collided with them.

    The stallion looked up into the sky, the lustrous light of the stars was enchanting, yet somewhat bothersome, the male snorted as he relocated his wings, comfortably resting them on his side as he folded his knees, exhaling deeply as his eyelids shut, the stallion was relaxed and at peace for a while until he began to hear movement, usually he would suspect that a few small critters had been wandering around, but this sudden movement sounded larger. The grulla pivoted his taupe ears, silently shifting his weight as he became alert, he snorted as he stood, violently shaking his pelt as he got rid of any visiting pests, the stallion was calm, he knew that whatever had moved was probably not dangerous, mainly because he was alive and not being hunted, the stallion exhaled and opened his tender lips to speak "Hello?" he generically called out, his tone crisp as he cleared his airways, swishing his tail as it collided violently into his side, swatting any flies that had decided to rest on his pelt, the stallion stepped forward, allowing the ground below him to yield to his hoof-print, inquisitively staring into the expanse as he halted.  

    — Keep your dreams in check —

    @[North]
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    Messages In This Thread
    of lost things;; any - by North - 11-27-2018, 08:29 AM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by Rouhi - 11-27-2018, 04:44 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by North - 11-29-2018, 04:10 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by Rouhi - 11-29-2018, 04:40 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by North - 12-07-2018, 04:33 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by Rouhi - 12-07-2018, 08:23 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by North - 12-20-2018, 02:27 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by Rouhi - 12-20-2018, 03:14 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by North - 01-03-2019, 07:57 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by Rouhi - 01-03-2019, 08:40 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by North - 01-05-2019, 06:17 PM
    RE: of lost things;; any - by Rouhi - 01-06-2019, 07:01 AM



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