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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


    Innocence is Bliss [Open]
    #1

    Tucked within the soft emerald mosses of the den, a new life begins to stir.  How she had come to be here, she does not know.  Her vibrant, sunlit eyes open to find a bright forest surrounding her.  Sun rays twinkle from above like the night stars.  Casting small spotlights along the forest floor.  Her petal like ears flicker to the soft rustle of fall leaves.  Face turning slightly to follow their wind swept trail with curiousity.  A soft smile finds her maw at the tranquil atmosphere around her.

    Deciding she has observed long enough, she begins to shift her weight.  Rising first onto her hindlimbs and following with her front.  The perdiot hue of her small frame blending nicely with the landscape backdrop.  Turning her view upwards, she finds tiny sprites dashing about.  Tending to the various tasks they were assigned to.  She giggles as one hovers before her, kissing her softly on the muzzle, Hello Kiwi, the fairy whispers. "That tickles!" She squeals gleefully.  Tiny fore hooves rise in unison in a playful rear.  Emerald tail flagged high into the air as she lunges forward.  Following it up with a kick of her heels, before she is galloping in circles.

    All the activity wears on the young filly quickly.  Soon she is yawning sleepily.  Once springy steps quiet as she roams over to a field of daisies.  Lowering her nose to the tiny flowers, she nuzzles one gently.  Bright eyes blink softly before her head raises again.  Looking about she finds no others of her kind.  A soft sigh is expelled from her chest.

    The sun was stronger out in the clearing.  She finds the weakened rays warming to her pelt. Comforting.  Deciding this was a good enough spot as any to nap she lowers her body to the ground, nearly blending with the blades of grass and daisy stems.  Tucking her head to her side, her eyes begin to close.  Allowing her mind to drift into sweet dreams...  

    Kiwi
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    #2

    Her pain had drawn her to this place of abandonment. It had only been a short flight for her, an easy once now that her wings had healed. For days she’d sat in the cave as the wind battered Nerine mercilessly and her supply of milk grew. She needed relief. The idea of giving away the food that should have belonged to her son had initially made her wretch. That precious life-giving fluid should have filled him with nutrients and grown him strong. Only, he’d never lived long enough to taste it.
     
    Tears filled her eyes and threatened to break her composure. Her son would have wanted her to help another small one. So would her Sebastian.
     
    The meadow was fairly empty, excepting the fairies that worked to protect the abandoned innocents. For a moment Nymf was almost relieved at the apparent vacancy and she even considered flying away before the sound of a shrill giggle broke through the silence. Tentatively, Nymf stepped forward in time to see an emerald colored filly rear up and chase after a fairy.
     
    One hundred reasons as to why she should leave flooded her mind. The little horse was too odd looking, too strange – nothing at all what she had come to find. She was only several hours old, if not a day, yet she was alone. The cruelty of that truth bade her to stay.
     
    Reluctantly, Nymf approached, lowering her head so as not to frighten the tiny foal. The motherless child ambled around, sniffing flowers as she walked. Carefree and ignorant to the ways of the world. As she came upon the filly, Nymf was unsure of what to say. It was obvious that the foal was alone and in need of a mother, although the mare could never truly consider herself the child’s mother. She merely was searching for relief from her engorgement.
     
    ”Little Filly,” She said by way of greeting. ”Are you hungry?

    Nymf
    Oh no, Here we go again
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    #3

    The quiet breeze in the meadow hummed her a lullaby as she drifted off.  Emerald lids shielded her summerset eyes as dreams of her life played like a motion picture.  Endless fields of poppys laid in front if her as she galloped freely.  Laughing innocently at the hoppers she kicked up from their hiding places.  Racing with the tiny song birds that sported even brighter colors than she.  As she dreamed the sweetest of dreams a smile grew on her lips.

    Little filly, she heard words.  Words that were not in the tone of fairies and very much misplaced in her dream.  Her brows furrows as her conscious mind comes forth. 

    With a flutter of lids and swivel of her ears, her head lifts from it's resting place to find a bird-like equine looking down at her.  More words spill from the alabaster mare, Are you hungry? Her gut grumbles and she looks to her side.  A small snort rumbles her nares as she gives a shake to her head before motioning to stand again.  

    Once on her hooves, she looks to the stranger.  Trying to place any form of recognition the mare could have to her.  The confused look of her features breaks suddenly with an excited gasp, "Mommy?!" Jigging in place on tiny fore hooves she blurts out hopefully.  A smile breaking her otherwise confused expression.  Who else would come here to find her and offer food.  It just had to be her!

    Kiwi
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    #4

    Nymf watched the small child as her eyes fluttered awake. Much like the rest of her they were an unnatural color – the color of sunshine and summer daisies – to match the rest of her.  For a moment Nymf began to question her choice in orphan. This oddity could never truly be accepted in normal horse society, even in spite of all the other seemingly ‘colorful’ characters. In the sea of gifted beings, the foal would always receive second glances and confused stares.

    The winged mare knew a little about how that felt, but wings were becoming more and more common among their kind – especially in Nerine. Those group of mares were hardened warriors. Nymf wasn’t too sure how accepting they would be if she brought such a flamboyant foal home.

    She was considering taking off and flying away, before the little filly truly registered her existence there in the field beside her, until she heard the tell-tale sound of a hungry stomach begging for food. Her insides lurched as the hummingbird colored foal glanced at her belly, a look of confusion flashing across her face.

    Glued to the spot Nymf was helpless to fight against their beneficial relationship and as the filly stood she knew she’d already decided. The filly began to dance excitedly as she made a study of the mare. ”Mommy?!” The little horse gasped and Nymf’s throat closed up, stopping her breathe entirely.

    Flashes of what could have been and what could be again, if not the way she’d originally imagined it. Gently she lifted her wing to allow easy access to the milk that dripped freely. Her body shook with emotion.

    ”Come, little one,”  her voice was barely above a whisper, and yet she meant it to sound comforting.

    She wasn’t sure what kind of a mother she could be to the small, oddly colored horse, but she knew that she could try. Try for her sake, for the foals, and for the ones that she’d lost.

    Nymf
    Oh no, Here we go again
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    #5

    Big bright eyes gazed up wonderingly at the winged mare.  She saw no differences among them.  The mares wings were not strange to her.  The tiny fairies that buzzed about were the only thing she knew in this world and they had wings too.  Everything was so new to the peridot filly and she was just happy her mother had returned for her.

    Her emerald tail flopped about her rump, scattering pests that had landed to feast upon her.  Such itchy things they were.  Her head lowered as her muzzle chased on from her chest.  Her mother stood there for a moment examining her.  Tiny petal shaped ears twisted atop her crown when finally there seemed to be a decision made.  Another rumbling in her tummy drove her instincts to find nourishment from the mare as her wings lifted slightly.  

    With a bouncy little strut the filly fell into place alongside her mother's barrel.  Eagerly suckling the warm milk until her belly began to fill.  The feathers from the mares alabaster wings tickled her crest and back.  Causing her to toss her head into the air with a giggle, "That tickles mommy!" 

    Lunging forward, she finds herself making a big loop around the daisy filled field.  Kicking her heels into the air playfully, she comes to nearly a full circle before stopping right in front of her mother.  The sight of another sprite flying towards her causes her to stop and smile happily.  The brightly colored fairy hovers in front of her, and just like last time places a kiss on her vibrant nose.  "Thank you fairy.  My mommy has come for me now.  I'll miss you," she comments sweetly.  The fairy looks to the winged mare then back to the filly, "I'm very happy for you Kiwi! I'll miss you more." And with that the sprite flutters away to leave the two equines become better acquainted...

    Kiwi



    @[Nymf] I made her name known for you Smile
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    #6

    Nymf couldn’t help but smile. The little filly’s laugh brought a lightness to her heart, one that she had been lacking since the death of her son. Filled with relief the pale mare watched her new charge as she galloped around the field of daisies. Her brightly colored coat was easy to spot and was almost entertaining to watch as she threw herself into her game before she completed her circuit and stopped before her once more. A smile lit up her face and Nymf nuzzled her comfortingly.
     
    The two were alike in a lot of ways, though the youngling would never know it. They’d both lost pieces of them that were dear and they both needed each other. In the midst of the darkness they had found each other and, somehow, she believed that they were going to be ok.
     
    A fairy fluttered over and studied the two of them together, pleased by their union. Happily, the filly says her goodbye, though the fairy seems to hardly mind the departure. Kiwi, is the little ones name. Odder still, and yet Nymf thought that it suited the bright little filly.
     
    As the guardian flew away Nymf was reminded yet again of another challenge that they faced. Travel. She was well accustomed to flying over long distances, but little Kiwi lacked wings and would be lost otherwise. Fear gripped her. They had a long journey ahead of them on a road wrought with many challenges. A similar journey was what had stolen Seb and her son away from her. Staying in the meadow, protected, felt comfortable and yet altogether impossible. They had to leave. Nerine was waiting.
     
    ”Are you strong enough to walk?” Nymf asked. Kiwi was little and her legs seemed hardly sturdy enough to carry her, though they did. ”We have a long journey ahead of us, little one, and I am going to need you to be really, really brave.”  

    Nymf
    Oh no, Here we go again
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    #7

    Sunshine eyes watch as the fairy takes off to attend to other foals.  She would miss the sparkle of their dainty wings and tickle of their kisses but she was overjoyed that her mother had come for her.  As the winged creature faded from sight her head tilted upwards to the mare.  The shifting shades of yellow and orange eyes remained fixed on her mother face.  She saw slight worry and was unsure of the reason.  

    As she was about to ask, her mother spoke up.  Inquiring on her ability to travel.  Kiwi was too young to realize the distance of the journey and why her mother wondered if she could walk.  So she simply giggles with a tuck of her nose downwards, "Of course I can walk mommy.  See...watch!" With a confident few steps forward, she shows off proudly her strut.  Muzzle tucked to her narrow chest with an arch of her neck.  

    Turning to walk back to her mother, she puts on her bravest brave face.  "I'll be brave mommy," she says with smile.  She comes back to stand under the mares neck.  Huddled against her breast as the warmth soothes her.  Winter did not find it's way into the adoption den but suddenly there was a cool breeze blowing about.  Her green coat was fluffy and lush, perfect for what they would endure outside of the mild weathered safe haven...

    Kiwi



    @[Nymf] it looks as though the photo in the HTML is unavailable with that link.  I'll try to fix it unless it looks fine to you still and it's just my phone
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    #8

    The filly was confident and Nymf was glad. It was good to be brave and she was determined to keep the little filly safe. Perhaps the more intimidating task was still to come, explaining her new brightly colored charge to the other mares of Nerine. Those horses thought strategically and Nymf wasn’t sure how accepting they would be of such a conspicuous member of their herd.
     
     
    As the filly displayed her skills all worry melted away and Nymf smiled warmly. It felt like years ago that she stood at the edge of the cliff contemplating the end of her life. If Volcan hadn’t stepped in – it was hard to remember the depths of her despair.
     
    Kiwi had brought slivers of life back into her life and she was glad to have such a young spirit at her side.
     
    ”Well, come on then,” she bade with a soft nuzzle against Kiwi’s neck. ”We have a long ways to go and you mustn’t wander off. Do you understand?”
     
    She didn’t wait for Kiwi’s reply before she started walking towards the edge of the meadow, trusting that she would follow.  

    Nymf
    Oh no, Here we go again


    I'm going to set up and introduction post with Hestia sometime today.
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