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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]  would things be easier if there was a right way?
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    The shape that she wears for the evening is unaltered, no shifting magics adjusting her appearance. Her reflection is still not entirely familiar to her, and the blue-grey eyes with which she watches herself on the still surface of the moonlit pool are intent. The snowy white spinal mane that grows the length of her golden flax spine she knows, but the lightning that darts along it and the shadows that extend impossibly far from its silken edges still set her belly on edge when she sees them.

    A shake of her horned head does little to set her at ease, and Myrna closes her eyes and turns away from the water. The opalescent glow of her spiral horns illuminate the hard planes of her golden face, her furrowed brow, and tightly closed eyes.

    The lightning continues to dance along her spine. The shadow of her mane reaches almost to her knees now, stretching of their own accord. Myrna sighs, and opens her eyes. She tries to make them stop, to disappear, but she cannot. She’s never been able to, but there is no harm in trying now and again. Just to be sure.

    Opening her eyes, Myrna looks at the vista ahead of her.

    The steep slope of the Mountainside falls away into the sea, a sweep of grey vanishing into blackness. The smell of saltwater is thick in her nose, and she narrows her reopened eyes against the chill wind. Across the wide stretch of water that had once been a freshwater river, the Forest still stands. To Myrna, it is little more than a haze of gray and grayer shapes on the horizon, but the nearly full moon and bright spring stars are enough to travel by.

    And travel she does, sprouting a pair of white feathered wings, as pale as snow save the blue marked shoulders. Wearing them and spreading them wide, she leaps from the seacliff.

    For one exhilarating moment her mind is completely blank.

    Then the wind catches her wings and pulls her higher, and her blue-grey eyes have become those of an osprey. Her entire body has changed by the time she arrives above the forest. As a large white osprey with blue-barred shoulders, She lands in a rustle of feathers in a clearing made by a Storm-felled tree. With sharp avian eyes, she looks into the shadows of the forest. 


    For what, she is not entirely sure.

    ooc: idk what this is but i had myrna muse Smile
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    would things be easier if there was a right way? - by Viszla - 10-02-2022, 05:12 PM



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