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    COTY

    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


    These Days (Open)
    #2
    "Please allow me to introduce myself ..."

    He wades in the half-frozen creek, ice tinkling its melodic demise with every step, every sweep of his muzzle. The cold steals up his legs, the cool kiss of air on wet skin a stark contrast to his heated and steaming back. This new Beqanna was alien to him. A Beqanna where the Chamber no longer exists? An ear twitches back, following the soft gurgle of the creek. Not tied to it, he would suppose, as tightly as some - he thinks of Atrox' heartbeat thudding beneath the surface, the blood of the Chamber's kings and queens, guilty and innocent leached into her soil - but still, it had always been home. No matter how far the magician had traveled, the Chamber had always been the center of his world. He shakes his head, snorting softly.

    If it were not enough to lose his birthplace, She had recalled his magic, too.

    Set had won his powers in the legendary Alliance; he'd not been born to the privilege, no. It's what makes the loss such a bitter one. (Though you won't find him losing much thought to the bitterness, it took some time but he's learned to be more than his magic, again). One day, he would reclaim his bounty ...

    A dark shape catches the corner of his eye, fleeting and stark in the white and desolate meadow. Leaving the stream to its own devices he clears the bank, hooves slipping in the slush, eliciting a low grunt. It's been some time since he's had to physically exert himself from one point to another. Tail swishing, he follows her, parallel and downwind. It's boredom, really, that drives him to make contact. She seems unsure; of her surroundings, perhaps of herself. Clearly a foreigner, his identity is yet safe (not that there are many who would know him by sight or name, not anymore). Cheeky in his address, he calls out to her, close enough to make out her unfamiliar features, mischief lurking in his gaze.

    "You're trespassing, you know." His voice lowers conspiratorially as he draws closer, ducking his head and tilting the white side of his face in her direction. "I'll forgive it." He grins, winking.

    SET
    alliance champion, once king, magician
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    Messages In This Thread
    These Days (Open) - by Bahira - 09-10-2016, 09:14 PM
    RE: These Days (Open) - by Set - 09-11-2016, 02:15 AM
    RE: These Days (Open) - by Bahira - 09-11-2016, 02:41 AM
    RE: These Days (Open) - by Set - 09-12-2016, 10:14 PM



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