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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


    inside all of us is a wild thing; ashley
    #1
    azlyn.
    Fuckin’ faeries.

    The violet mare rages internally as she pokes her head around another thick oak tree. She’d known, she’d known! She’d known ever since that day she’d tumbled into that multicoloured stream, and come out a violet ‘confection,’ that Beqanna’s faeries were not to be trusted.

    Makaria had scorned her then, before she’d left. Had called her paranoid, distrusting …

    Unfortunately, being proven right still leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Makaria is still gone after all. She hasn’t seen her sister in decades. She could be dead for all she knows.

    But that’s not what’s bothering her now. She’s long made her peace, well, as best she could, with Makaria’s absence from her life.

    It’s all of this. All this change. It’s too much.

    First, the land. She’s lived in Beqanna her entire life, spending her days travelling its lesser known territories and hidden places, raising all of her seven children to the wandering life. She’d loved the land, had known it as well as she’d known her own self … and now it’s gone. This new place is so odd and foreign, and so full of faerie magic that it makes her skin crawl.

    Second, her abilities. She’d been born with her horn, her wings and her immortality. They’d been the one thing left to her when her mother had abandoned her and Makaria in the den. The one thing that had allowed her to first, protect her little sister, and later, to protect her Amazon sisters. To have them suddenly be ripped away?

    The begrudging re-gift of her immortality has done nothing to ease the sting of that betrayal.

    And, after all of that, what’s left for her? Her hidden quiet places are gone, everything that had been familiar to her is gone. For now she’s resorted to wandering aimlessly through the thick forest - it at least reminds her of the old Beqanna - but she knows she cannot stay here forever. Something will have to change. And soon.




    @[Ashley]

    Blargh I'm not a fan of this post, but considering it's been so long since I last posted her, I'll take it. Smile
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    #2
    This part of the world was foreign to him. There had not been a forest here during his time, and yet there was something very old about this land, and how it was able to stick to the roots of the dust and the memory that it carried with it was astounding to him. He was forever remembering scenes from places very similar to these, and now with the power of his birthright plunging back to him, the ginger-colored man found that he was suddenly ill-at-ease with his new set of circumstances.
     
    The all-mother had seen him restored, and he was crawling in his own skin.
     
    The sensation of the magic tingling through his body as it coursed through his veins was charging—thrilling, even—but he found that it was wanting. Being fully within himself and exploring the physical power that made him simply be was something that Ashley was going to miss, and yet, as he traversed down the mountain and had headed for the cover of the forest to test out his abilities, the old King found that his agitation had not ceased with the blessing of his blood, but rather, had incensed it.
     
    He was pumping with adrenaline, and as he walked between the trees, he looked around him for any passersby. Seeing no one, he stretched out his back and pulled his head and neck forward and down, and groaned loudly as the cracking in his body rearranged the bones there. Growing from his spin and shoulder blades were the appendages he loved so dearly, but had been taken from him upon his re-birth into these lands. Growing bone took time, but Ashley was determined to have his wings back on his body by sundown.
     
    He focused all that anger and agitation on the altering of his body, and remembering that it was the fairies who were responsible for the excruciating pain he now found himself in.
     
    Fuckin’ fairies.
    ashley
    I walked the path, it led me to the end.
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    #3
    azlyn.
    As she walks, she can’t help but wonder about her children.

    It’s been years since her last, since she lost Lestrade when the fire-wielding stallion had attacked. She hasn’t been able to bring herself to have another since then. Too much pain, too many memories.

    But she hopes he’s alright, wherever he is. She believes, no, feels, in her heart that he’s alive, however irrational it may be. She wonders what kind of stallion he’s grown up to become. Is he gentle and kind? Or has a harsh life on his own twisted him?

    Does he even remember his mother?

And what of the others? What of Raylene, Kilian, Elektra, Teslah, Tiana and Sirin? She had raised them all to at least young adulthood, but she hasn’t seen any of them in years. Are they healthy? Have they too been affected by this change in Beqanna? Have they had children of their own?

    A heavy sigh escapes her as she rounds a particularly thick oak. She’s lived the traveling life ever since leaving the Amazons (funny to think they don’t even exist now), but now … now it’s starting to weigh on her. It’d been nice at first to have nothing tying her down, but now, in this time of massive change, she has no one. No one at all. For the first time in a long time she wishes she had somewhere to call home. At the very least then she’d have someone to talk to, to commiserate with over the loss of all their gifts.

    Damn fairies.

    She understood their frustration, she really did. The horses of Beqanna have been warring off and on ever since the original land had first been forced up out of the sea (it’s part of the reason she’d left the Amazons). But why take it out on the little guys? Why take it out on the horses that had nothing to do with the damage and destruction?

    Crack!

    Her ears flick to attention and her brown eyes become wide and alert as thoughts of the fairies flee her mind. The sound had come from somewhere nearby, and it had had the distinct, unpleasant quality of bone cracking against bone.

    On the alert, she peers around another tree, and is instantly transfixed by what she sees. A buckskin stallion stands alone, seemingly unaware of her presence. He would be perfectly ordinary … except that he’s currently growing a pair of wings. She watches for a moment longer, fascinated as bones shoot out of his shoulder blades forming the scaffolding of a new set of wings. She doesn’t miss the grimace of pain on his face, and takes the cue to step forward, offering a few words in a matter of fact tone, “that doesn't seem entirely pleasant.”


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