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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


    feel the moon hit the blacktop; santana
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    The meadow had given him all sorts of folk to talk to, and he was pleased to see that it hadn't changed that way. There were horses of every age and description scattered along the stretch of yellowing grass, taking advantage of the neutral territory to socialize. The spilled cream stallion watched it all with a wistful air. The whole scene held the feeling of peaceful predictability. It was something he found himself missing. 

    As the sun fell behind the horizon, individuals left the open space. While it had always been a popular meeting area, few called it home for long. They had safer places to be, with loved ones and familiar estates. Darkness came quickly, and brought the emptiness of night to cover the world. There were precious few souls left to haunt the dusk deep backdrop now before him. Those that remained kept themselves to the fringes, mere shadows in the unusually dark night. 

    It did not bother him so much. A benefit given by his sire, darkness was not so disabling to his empowered eyes. They soon adjusted to the dimness, and fell on a lone girl in the middle of the field. She stared above her with a look like wonder and fear. The cottony cloud cover had faded from its sunset show, and now hung heavy and low with ragged edges. Here and there, starlight peered through, gleaming on his own fractional coat, and the still growing spire of the girl's horn. 

    The stillness of the night made for deep thoughts, and Tana knew he'd rather not be alone with them. Instead, he chose to risk alarming the girl, and approached her as unthreateningly as he could manage. For all that he was not a large stallion, his leather wings added much to his bulk, especially at night. Still, he stepped nearer. 

    "Heavy thoughts?" He asked once he'd neared, noting the inward look the girl had etched into her eyes. Now there was a child who knew just how vast the world was. 

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    RE: feel the moon hit the blacktop; santana - by Santana - 08-20-2019, 11:20 AM



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