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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]  the radio is taunting me, every song a minor key
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    The warmth of the spring sun is slow to reach the depths of the crystalline lake. The nereid, as sluggish as the fish around her, slowly opens her green eyes. She stretches, extending her pale forelegs into the rocky bottoms, and looks up toward the distant surface. It glitters and shines, and today at last it is bright enough to lure her upward.

    She breaks the surface near the edge of the lake, water streaming from her head and neck. Propelled by her finned tail, she moves forward until her hooved forelegs meet the rocky shallows, and then her tail transforms below the water into more appropriately terrestrial legs that carry her onto the shore.

    The air is cooler than the water, and she shivers as she shakes, losing the vestiges of her aquatic form as she takes deep breaths of the spring air. Her fins shrink away, leaving only the semi-translucent veils along her ribcage, and those that make up her mane and tail. She blinks a time or two to clear her vision, and then turns her attention to the quiet Dale.
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    the radio is taunting me, every song a minor key - by Moira - 01-20-2024, 02:50 PM



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