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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]  these nights never go to plan; anyone
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    who gives a damn if we lose the war?

    For the first year of his life, Voracity had spent his time growing next to his adoptive family and discovering that he was nothing more than a "plain jane". Each of them had their unique 'gifts', but he so far had nothing. Though what he did have was the mind to explore and discover and the desire filled his soul until on days, like today, he found himself curiously entering the different lands of Beqanna to see what they were all about. With long legs and a slender frame that he had not yet fully grown into, the two year old made his way through the forests of Taiga. Lost on him were the ideas of borders and permissions to enter. Unlike the older generations, he didn't see the need for such things.

    Though unlike the older generations, he had not yet experienced the risks that letting just anyone wander around pertained. With confident steps the grullo painted colt slipped through the trees, his blue eyes wandering across the thick pine needles and sturdy trunks. This was a land that had history and it was evident. If only he knew that his great grandfather, Demian, had once ruled this place, let alone discovered it with others when the world of Beqanna had been "reborn". Though his father Requite had not stuck around to spare such details.

    With a soft sigh, the young grullo colt found his way towards the river that flowed through the forest. The flow of water called to him and before long he found himself at the water's edge. The sound of water rushing over rocks and along the banks was soothing to his constantly churning mind and for a moment the constantly stressed colt found peace. For once he wasn't surrounded by his brother's constant chattering and his mother's cult-like immaturity. Though it was what he was most used to and in this moment of solitude he suddenly realized that he had no idea what he should do. "Crap," he mutters to himself under his breath. 

    VORACITY

    let the walls come down. let the engines roar.

    THANKS FOR THE HTML LAURA !


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    these nights never go to plan; anyone - by voracity - 05-07-2020, 02:18 PM



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