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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]  For some it flows, for some it drips
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    The water here manifests differently around him yet again. Time and knowledge wrap around his elemental nature and this time they cling to him more physically, but he also retains much more knowledge than before. This is a good realm, he thinks. A place that flows more similarly to what he already knows, or perhaps the magic is just more accepting, thus fluid in a sense.

    The aqua-colored male strolls through the field, looking at spring with an almost happy smile. It is a well-practised friendly smile, and his eyes are kind, even though the rest of his persona seems a little closed-off. His silvery horn catches a lot of light and he certainly stands out with his really odd colors, not in the least the back stripe and single strand of hair in his tail, that are so contrasting in their lime-yellow color.

    Emerald orbs scan the horizon, water puddles fill behind his step like little rain ponds in a clear field. The watery male is on his way to the waterfall nearby, as is obvious, as is expected. He finds joy in such clarity, like the clear spring day he has chosen to start his journey, even though he would have equally accepted and loved a rainy day.

    Unphased is the only right word to describe the large, oily-haired male, and that is how his journey always starts.
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    For some it flows, for some it drips - by Ahti - 09-21-2021, 11:03 AM



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