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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


    [private]  i've never fallen from quite this high
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    “Gwendy… Gwendy, you have to wake up baby. It’s time to go my darling.”

    The voice sounds so close, so real, like it’s right in her ear. But that’s impossible because Mama is dead, right?

    “Mama? Where are you mama?”

    Gwendy wakes from a much needed nap in the meadow with tears in her eyes. Why does it still hurt so much? She’s cried and cried until she thought she couldn’t possibly have any more tears left to cry. The longer she’s here and not there, the more she keeps discovering that her tears are endless and the wellspring of them inside her hasn’t dried up. Maybe it won’t ever.

    The noises that she makes are sniffles and growls, all tangled up together as they leave her throat. Her face is tear-stained and snotty as she wipes it against her knee and the grass. When she looks down, her little hooves are gone and there are paws in their place. Gwendy chokes back another sob at the sight of them. It’s one more painful reminder of how freakish she is and how there are parts of her father in her too.

    Except she never got to know much of him before the madness took over and he started looking at her like she was less of his daughter and more of a meal to go. She scrubs at her wet face with the paws and lets out an angry little yowl before rolling over in the grass onto her back. It makes an odd sight because she mostly resembles a fjord foal until the paws that she flexes against the sky, as if she can shred the clouds with her claws and the lion’s tail that curls around her, twitching on occasion.

    Suddenly she’s not so alone; someone is nearby and Gwendy pokes her little nose up out of the grass to sniff out whether it’s friend or foe. Her sniff turns into a sneeze as she sucked in way too much air to process, so she flips back over onto her stomach, careful to keep low in the grass. Her tail snaps back and forth as she bravely peeks up above the grass just enough to see the odd bird-horse. He’s kind of pretty to look at until her mouth gets the best of her and she yells at him,

    “What are you looking at?”

    It wasn’t necessarily rude, and maybe a bit more curious but it was hard to tell. She was a child after all!

    @[Pteron] Sorry you got the baby lion-pony lol
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    RE: i've never fallen from quite this high - by Gwendy - 03-23-2020, 01:12 PM



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