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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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    I've seen monsters chasing dreams; any
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    IT'S NOT POWER THAT MAKES YOU THE STRONGEST

    She has been dead a long time.

    It hadn’t been a peaceful passing, not the first time; being pushed off of her beloved waterfall hadn’t exactly put her in an accepting frame of mind, and for many decades she’d railed against the unfairness of it, longing to return to  her Kingdom and her family. The relief of having nothing to do but catch up with all of those she’d already lost had been lost on the mare who’d led a warrior’s life, a Queen’s life, and she wasn’t ready to retire to keeping a watchful eye on her descendants, as her parents had urged her to do.

    Instead, somehow, NIkkai had kept more than an eye on her first grandchild - she’d joined Nekana’s consciousness, unable to leave death in body, but guiding her granddaughter to rule two Kingdoms and start a burgeoning family, a legacy to protect the Dazzling Waterfall, in whatever form it took. After that, it had been easier to be dead, when Nekana passed. To step back, and reconnect with all of those they had lost. To watch with some bemusement as she became a great-grandmother, then a great-great grandmother, and onwards. 

    Gradually, it had become easy to become more distanced from life. Her people slowly joined her, and there was a point when her Waterfalls simply ceased to exist; she was one of many who would always keep an eye on their living relatives, but she stopped believing there was anything left for her in the land of the living. There was too much to live for on the other side. 

    But, for her, the veil between life and death had always been a tenuous one. Nikkai had a feeling for that edge, and she is aware when they start messing with it, en mass. Restless, uneasy, she starts to move closer and closer to the border, an eye on the souls that don’t belong. The feeling of dread isn’t strong enough to make her interfere with what they are doing, but it turns her stomach in a bad way. She’s glad to see the last of them returning to their own side and begins to relax, but not everyone has accepted even as far as she has, and the other dead gather around those investigating the veil, and not all of them have good intentions. 

    Most of the dead won’t challenge the guardian, nor the veil - usually once they aren’t recently dead, they give up on that. But the way it’s stretched now, the temptation is apparently too strong. A couple decades ago she might even have been tempted, but now she simply wonders if it’s possible to step between a tidal wave and the beach it’s about to crash against. Unfortunately, she’s too busy watching the equine souls gather, prowling forwards to keep an eye on those most likely looking to instigate trouble, to look out for anything else.

    When the raven touches the edge of the veil, when the world drops out from underneath them, Nikkai is swept along with the frontrunners, and for a few heartbeats darkness and chaos is all she knows. The blackness engulfs her, and for a while she knows nothing. Waking, it’s almost like a dream. Even in the dead of winter, when all but the hardest flowers are dormant, the scent of her childhood home is unmistakeable. The deep carpet of winter-dry grass under her head is soft and salty-sweet, and the horizon as she rolls onto her chest has featured in many of her dreams, even in death. 

    Scrambling to her feet, she takes stock of everything. Somehow, even though she’s been dead probably a century, she knows that this isn’t death. But, the last time she checked, the Pampas didn’t even exist in Beqanna anymore. Uncertain, she walks forward along a dreamily familiar path, and hopes to run into someone who might know what’s going on - because she certainly doesn’t but she has a terrible feeling about it.

    Nikkai



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    I've seen monsters chasing dreams; any - by Nikkai - 11-04-2019, 09:42 PM



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