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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


    I am the sound within; I am White Noise.. -any-
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    Dark vixen trotted into the new turf in the evening sun, slowly turning to darkness. She stopped on the edge upon seeing small groups of equines socialising; watching them for a little while. Her listeners darted back and forth, ever aware of her surroundings. The trees behind her rustled in the cool breeze, the grass swayed beneath her and the sound of the creeks soothed her.
    She lifted her light, whispy tail and head to float gracefully towards one of the creeks to sip cautiously.  She then lifted her head to scent the horses surrounding her, but sensed nothing familiar. Ebon mistress began to graze quietly, deeming this her home for now..
    There is no fear in love... Because fear restrains us..
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