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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]  Won't you hit me right, Celina
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    Yanhua

    The young chestnut stallion had made a long journey out of today. He’d trotted for acres and walked even further, wondering if air actually did have a weight to it and if he’d been gathering that weight the entire journey south. He’d trekked all day between Hyaline and Taiga, keeping to his side, and now his shoulders and awkwardly long back were aching. Yan wasn’t sure, but he thought he was pretty certain that at any moment his hind legs might just crumble and fall off entirely. His poor hooves hadn’t protested this much since they’d started changing.

    Food, he thought numbly, find food. His head slumped lower to the ground. What was left of a summer’s feast had turned to rot the further on autumn went, and soon enough winter would claim the little green bits that clung to tree bark and grew in the moist shadows. The rumble of his stomach betrayed Yan’s thoughts, so he stopped and turned into the wood to call it a night. The journey could continue tomorrow, when he was fed and rested.

    Yawning, the young horse brushed aside pine needles with his horns and let his ears wander to listen for night creatures. His tail slapped behind him, casting a dim glow of yellow light through the tightly-packed evergreens. The sun slipped out of the sky and cast the world into quiet darkness; Yanhua wasn’t afraid, though. He made his way confidently by the halo of his self-made light, and suddenly began trotting ahead when he spied a little crop of sweet-looking moss.

    He skidded to a stop above the little cluster of rocks where the moss was growing and then ripped at it with his teeth, groaning satisfactorily. It wasn’t an empty meadow (to a starving adolescent who never missed a meal), but it was more than good enough. Munching quietly now, Yanhua sighed and lifted his head. He considered the idea that this was his first time abroad by himself, and smiled confidently to think that the first day - nearly the first leg - of the trip was ending. This isn’t so bad! He thought cheerily, grinding the late night meal at the back of his mouth.

    Just then, something rustled in the forest. He stopped chewing and turned his head, alert and listening.

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    Won't you hit me right, Celina - by Yanhua - 06-30-2020, 05:02 PM
    RE: Won't you hit me right, Celina - by Celina - 07-01-2020, 09:04 PM



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