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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


    Reaper ; Any
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    He watched the mare, aware that she was merely yards away from him. He had no intent to speak to her, so he merely scooted further up the water. His eyes narrowed as her head lowered, bubbles following soon after.

    "Child.."

    He muttered quietly before turning his entire body away from her. 

    He relaxed once more , his muscles slowly yet surely unknotting themselves as the water lapped at his sides, the bay color fading to black as he became soaked. His ears began to perk, relaxed by the sound of  his surroundings. The birds that called quietly in the trees, the wind that whisked them into the skies as they took flight, and the mare that called to him-

    His ears snapped back once more, his frame going rigid. His head turned to her, his nostrils flaring as he took her in. The nerve of her to disturb him! He merely snorted at her in turn, his head going back to the water. 

    As a sign of his annoyance with her his tail flicked wildly behind him, his head lowering to just above the water. After a moment he began to think about what it was he was going to do. His mind brought him to the possibility that if he returned to Tephra he would never leave again. 

    His heart contracted at this. His head told him he needed a break from the life he had chosen. The wanderer forcing himself into desperation. But his heart yearned to continue this path. Though he knew that one day his body would truly give out. It would no longer trust him to take breaks, and he feared this.

    He was young, too young to be here now. Regretting the few choices he had made. 

    Shaking his head to quell the thoughts, he drank once more. Not pulling his head up until he was truly satisfied , the burn now gone rather than faded.
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    Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-15-2017, 01:35 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-15-2017, 03:05 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-15-2017, 03:22 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-15-2017, 04:11 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-15-2017, 04:24 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-15-2017, 06:02 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-15-2017, 08:19 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-15-2017, 09:17 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-15-2017, 09:32 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-16-2017, 01:12 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-18-2017, 03:56 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-18-2017, 07:44 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-19-2017, 08:28 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-20-2017, 05:33 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-20-2017, 07:51 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-22-2017, 05:21 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-22-2017, 05:35 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Jah-Lilah - 06-23-2017, 02:12 PM
    RE: Reaper ; Any - by Krigare - 06-23-2017, 05:17 PM



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