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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


    will you hose me down with holy water if i get too hot?//any
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    Romantica

    She moves through the crumpled brown grass with a careless smile. The gray woman, draped in the fairest porcelain gray with dapples, dark stockings covering her slender limbs. Autumn blazed in her unholy spectrum of color as the wood nymph danced amongst the falling leaves, collecting like a crown in the ash of her man.

    She burns for something.

    Dark green eyes watch from the curtain of sooty lashes. The meadow is absent except for a few floating bodies. Romy finds solitude in the quiet of sleeping trees and falling leaves. A small, playful smile touches the lips of the free spirited mare as her shadow stretches under the setting sun.



    have i mentioned i hate starters?

    it's short...

    but if you'd like to talk with the little lady then feel free to reply. i'm good with short quick posts or long ones, up to you!Smile
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    ORION'S BELT
    Seeking something different this time he neared the edge of the Forest.  A vast land stretched before him.  Rolling hills of drying grasses since the spring rains had long disappeared.  He stood silently on the edge of shadows and descending light.  Blue orbs scanned for anything of interest.  He had not expected to see anything of familiarity here but then there she was.  A single figure of solitude in the distance.  The fading light glowed upon her silver coat.  Much the same as his but far more decorate.  His had long faded the tones of dapples.  Only one patterned remained, the sign of the Hunter lay across his back.  A gift given to him by the stars themselves.

    He simply watched her.  He did not advance as he had before.  Their meeting had ended in a weird way.  As if a magical presence had toyed with them, toyed with her.  Never having fully figured out the source of it. Maybe it had been him, maybe it had been the other that had joined them.  He was unsure so he kept his distance. 

     As she caught wind of him and looked his way he merely smiled and nodded in greeting.  Had she wanted to revisit the past she was capable of doing so on her terms.  She may not even remember the brief moments they had shared...   
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    #3

    Romantica

    Sea glass green eyes rotate to catch his long shadow, winking out the last trails of sunlight. The gray, now golden and shining in the sunset, watches her. She can feel his eyes moving against her skin, tip toe under her ribs and over her spine.

    Romy hesitates a moment as she watches how the first evening stare wink and glitter against the indigo drapery of an encroaching night. A slow inhale invites the scents of an sleepy meadow into her lungs. Earthy, damp, fresh. Romy swings her hips so she may approach the stallion from another time past. "Hello again." A simple selection of words, a playful smile plucking at the edges of her lips. "A beautiful night, wouldn't you agree?" Eyes rotate once more to peel away from his face to that of the sliver of setting sun across the meadow.

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    ORION'S BELT
    As the last rays of orange have faded from view he now sees her in a different light.  The moonlight shimmers an array of brilliant whites against her pale coat.  She wearily nears as if she has second thoughts of their first meeting becoming another.  As distance closed between them a smile appears as kind as he remembered it to be.  As did he offered the same pleasant greeting but he was sure it was no match to hers.  Never.  She spoke and his lobes flickered to catch each words.  Each soft and beautiful word.  His soft blue gaze found hers as he replied, "'Tis a pleasure as always M'Lady." She looked as stunning as she had the first moment he had seen her.  His gaze lost deep in her sea green eyes as she slipped away to view the lands.  A comment made of its beauty and his thoughts.  His gaze never strayed, never faultered from her.  He had seen many beautiful nights in his time with none comparing to what his sights lay upon now.  His vocals soft and deep he agreed, "Tis now..." 
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