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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


    all you ever needed was a meaning to the words that I said
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    Myrna has been practicing her shifting during the long winter nights, expanding her capabilities beneath the watchful stars, traveling across the snowy slopes of her homeland wearing a myriad of pale shapes. This morning, the young shifter stands on a rocky precipice, watching with narrowed reptilian eyes as the sun begins to turn the cloud-heavy morning sky a pale shade of yellow. This shape is not a good one for winter. Myrna imagines she can feel the cold blood in her veins beginning to slow.

    The arctic bear that she becomes is much more at ease in this cold mountainous winter, and Myrna enjoys herself slipping and sliding and stomping down the slope until she finally arrives by the edge of the lake. This shape she wears could swim, she feels, and eyes the water with curiosity. It would certainly be very cold, even with the thick, pale gold fur that cover her broad shoulders. She does tap at the shallows with one broad, white-clawed paw, but does not wade in. Instead, she begins to walk along the shoreline. As she does, she trades her bear form for her equine one, becoming a nearly grown mare with a air of spiraling white horns like those of her mother.

    The light they cast grows less obvious as the sun rises higher in the sky, and Myrna watches with blue-grey eyes as the sky overhead glows with a brilliant sunrise. She smiles to herself as a chill wind pulls at her flaxen mane, and takes a deep breath of the clear mountain air. Ahead of her, she sees motion, but the wind is against her and she doesn’t see her younger sister until she rounds a massive boulder and nearly collides with the red filly.

    “Oh hey,” she says, neatly sidestepping the potential crash with @Valkyrie. “Are you usually up this early?” She continues once she’s stopped, her head tilted curiously. Myrna is usually gone by this time of morning, and the habits of her younger siblings are a mystery to her.


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    all you ever needed was a meaning to the words that I said - by Viszla - 03-12-2022, 09:30 PM



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