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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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    [private]  Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Santana)
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    The ice touched stallion lay with legs neatly curled beneath himself in a verdant meadow. Flowers nodded their sleepy heads while he watched bats zip through the air overhead. It was peaceful here. More peaceful than he'd been expecting. He'd been planning on a day or two of action, for justice to be metted out and then they would all go back to their lives. He had not anticipated so much waiting. So much time alone with his thoughts. 

    This was not Loess, to be fair. No, he had wandered, just a bit. Across the border, to the Loessian territory of the Brilliant Pampas. He couldn't stop himself, when he realized they were so close. 

    It was the height of the blooming here. The air was scented with so many flowers that his head spun with the perfume, even at night. This little copse of redbud kept the breeze at bay, and in the tall grasses he thought about sleep. Thought about family. Thought about why he'd agreed to come here at all. Really, he was thinking too much. It was easy to do when there was no distraction. 

    A falling star darted across the sky, catching his gaze just as a voice broke through the cicada song. One blink, and it was gone. Not so with the voice's owner. Santana sighed lightly, turning his eyes from the heavens to the terrestrial shape approaching him in the dark. "Over here, Eyas," he called quietly, heaving himself upward. A shiver shook him from nose to tail, the leather of his wings snapping at the sudden movement. 

    Her warm body glowed faintly in the dark to his eyes. He doubted she'd need any kind of heat signature to find him now that he was standing. The pale stallion nearly glowed himself in the starlight, eerie as a ghost. His eyes burned in the dark, watching every carefully placed step that she made. He smiled, hoping the dark hid the expression from her view. 

    He couldn't help it though. He'd never had a wish come true so quickly before. 

    @[Eyas]


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    RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Santana) - by Santana - 06-25-2020, 05:17 PM



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