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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


    [private]  lay your weary head to rest - Kali
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    Kali jerked back as the little bunny giggled and flopped over, a little startled by the sudden movement. But well how scary could he be if he was giggling? So she didn’t run and hide inside the safe warm iron blanket Daddy had wrapped around her when they drifted off to sleep, didn’t even scurry backwards and hide at all. She just gathered herself up into a little ball of soft grey floof and watched, nose twitching and ears perking forward to listen, shoulders scrunching as he scrambled to his feet.

    Okay. He moved fast, sudden jerky movements like little prey animals do, but none of it was really scary, just unexpected. She could be okay with that. She thought so, at least.

    He stared at her, and she stared right back, little bunny eyes wide, ears alternately perking forward with curiosity and flicking back nervously, just like her horse shape would’ve. Oh! Okay, he sat up and waved, and that was super cute, she didn’t even know bunnies could do -- OMG he could talk?! Another startled little squeak escaped her, and her eyes widened, mouth falling open just a little.

    He could talk!

    Kali didn’t realize she could talk to anybody but horses, and for a second she just stood and stared. But duh, okay, hey though, new not-scary friend, that was good! So. She mirrored his movement, sitting back on her haunches and raising herself up to raise one cute, fluffy little grey paw at him and wave. And then she lowered her front legs back down and took a creeping step closer with her front paws, stretching out to sniff at him again. If he could talk, maybe he could play, too?

    She hopped her back legs forward, stretched out again juuust enough to s l o w l y touch her nose to his, eyes wide as she closed the distance between them. As soon as their noses touched, she squeaked, hopped back, and made a soft, friendly little teeth-clicky sound at him. Play, she could remember how to do that. Probably. Maybe. She took a hopping little step to circle around him with a soft, inquisitive grunt. She wasn’t really sure how bunnies played, but maybe they could figure it out.
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    lay your weary head to rest - Kali - by Reverb - 12-10-2018, 09:56 PM
    RE: lay your weary head to rest - by Kali - 12-10-2018, 10:38 PM
    RE: lay your weary head to rest - Kali - by Reverb - 12-14-2018, 10:04 AM
    RE: lay your weary head to rest - Kali - by Kali - 12-14-2018, 02:52 PM



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