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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


    Dreams of Colour
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    keep your dreams in check

    Rouhi quickly takes flight from the edges of Hyaline, te heavy rain suddenly rushing toward him as he flies above the clouds, looking down toward all the dark and different shapes that the clouds create. 
    The male frowns at the thought of being caught up in the cold rain, he begins to fly toward the forest where he may be able to get at least some cover, especially since it seems the clouds of rain are already starting to waver, leaving the forest exposed to sunlight.
    The stallion touches down swiftly, his wings folding against his body softly as he looks around, for now, he is alone, and while it seems quite peaceful for now, being alone was a horror for him in the past.

     The audible patter of rain suddenly becomes louder as the stallion enters the thick forest, the dense canopy above creating a crisp voice of vibrating leaves and droplets of water slamming against larger leaves and dropping down to the forest floor, creating a minuscule earthquake of dirt as the droplet of water impacts the ground.
    The painted male waltzes into the forest with a smile, his wings softly brushing against the trees as they extend, it has been quite a while since he had been in the forest, though there was no regret in him as he looked around, indulged by the soft dulcet tones that surround him.
    The stallion lowers himself onto a small patch of tall flora that he has revived and nourished, most of them tower over his lean body as he spreads out against the grass, his head gently slamming against the dirt.

    For now, he is carefree, though he knows his rebirthing period is approaching, a fiery spectacle of uncomfortable tingling and, well, exploding. The thought makes him huff deeply, uneager to even think about it much.
    The stallion heaves himself into the air, shaking off all the dirt as he begins to walk again, weaving through all the different types of trees as he looks to the canopy above, the small bursts of light that manage to pull through the thick canopy cast a pretty array of colours and lights, reflecting against the pools of water that form in shallow areas of the forest.

    Rouhi

    @[City]
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    Messages In This Thread
    Dreams of Colour - by Rouhi - 07-28-2019, 11:09 AM
    RE: Dreams of Colour - by City - 08-09-2019, 08:29 AM
    RE: Dreams of Colour - by Rouhi - 08-12-2019, 02:46 AM
    RE: Dreams of Colour - by City - 09-12-2019, 11:53 AM



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