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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


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    The night was still thick, but a glow at the edge of the sandy mare’s vision alerted her that she had not departed from the trio of horses unaccompanied. A small smile tugged at her expression but she doesn’t stop immediately, she’s eager to put distance between herself and where they had stood – where she had gone from burning annoyance to… nothing. The fight had gone out of her so fast as soon as resistance was gone. She had been eager for it, eager to feel the anger fill her up until it choked out everything else. But Brigade had been… less than the opponent she had wanted. He had shifted from fire to ice and the sandy pegasus had escaped the encounter unscathed and unsatisfied.

    She craved the fire housed in the mare that was (she hoped) still following her. But she’s not sure how to poke the embers back to life within her now that they have gone to rest for the night.

    She doesn’t stop until she comes to the edge of the forest and the river, until she’s standing next to the moonlit water.

    Although the walk hadn’t been all that long, she looks at the water instead of looking back to see whether she still had company. She things about the currents instead of thinking about whether or not the wildfire mare had got annoyed and gave up and went to go pick a fight with someone else.

    So she waits to see, hoping both that she'll be left alone and that she will find someone coming to stand beside her in another heartbeat. This conflict of wishes and instincts will drive her mad, she thinks. Maybe it has already started. She doesn't know who she is, where she's from, what she's like, and now - she doesn't know what she wants.

    Still, whether she is alone or not, while rather obviously looking somewhere else, she does whisper into the night air the name she caught as she had been leaving.

    “Brunhilde.”


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    to taste your fire - by Vastra - 09-04-2019, 08:18 PM
    RE: to taste your fire - by brunhilde - 10-09-2019, 09:12 PM



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