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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


    [open]  Love Sickened and Infirmed
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    The adventure of exploring continues, Altissima feeling a little thrill about spending these first few days on her own. It feels very grown up even though she’s just a year old. Still, that’s old enough – and, besides, she’s not on her own. Winter, her snowy owl companion, is almost constantly with her. Swooping around overhead or hunting nearby.

    Today, Winter is acting a little strange. She can smell blood on the air and she wants to investigate – but she’s not sure Altissima should go as well. The filly, however, stubbornly will follow the owl wherever she goes. After all, she’s got nothing else better to do. In the bright sunshine, the pair almost glow. Winter with her bright white feathers and Altissima with just enough blue tint to her coat to make her look pastel in the light.

    They come across the scene, though the filly is watching her companion and not where her own hooves are taking her. The owl sees the crows and veers away – uninterested in becoming a scavenger. Her hunting has been too successful for her to lower herself to such measures.

    Altissima skids to a stop as the owl leaves – her gaze first landing on the crows as they peck at the leftovers of something and. as she's wrinkling her nose at the sight, she notices the pair of horses nearby. Or… the colt is... horse-like? The shock of seeing something not-totally-horse when she wasn’t expecting it causes her to jump a little bit and her wings, previously invisible, pop into existence at her sides and flap in indignation a couple times before they fold against her.

    Blue eyes shift to violet as they widen at the sight in front of her. She’s rooted to the spot, and though there’s a rush of fear that is making her small heart race, the curiosity she feels outweighs it. That curiosity keeps her from removing herself from this little tableau she has stumbled into and encourages her to speak a few quiet words.

    “Um. Hello.”

    After all, she reasons to herself, everyone looks a little different… right? There's certainly no cause to link the carnage the crows are enjoying with the strange looking colt.

    image by Reitro


    @[dreamscar] hope you don't mind me tossing her in!!
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    Messages In This Thread
    Love Sickened and Infirmed - by Dreamscar - 10-05-2019, 02:03 PM
    RE: Love Sickened and Infirmed - by Altissima - 10-08-2019, 08:34 PM
    RE: Love Sickened and Infirmed - by Dreamscar - 10-11-2019, 12:51 AM
    RE: Love Sickened and Infirmed - by Altissima - 10-21-2019, 09:06 PM
    RE: Love Sickened and Infirmed - by Dreamscar - 10-26-2019, 10:44 PM



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