@[Elle Belle] pony
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"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
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11-22-2018, 02:33 PM
His body is marked by smoke and ivory, the image of the kelpie king, the first born of Ivar and Isobell. Lothbrok had known Ischia when he had been but a foal and only a shadow of the the now grown man. He moves with precision of each sharp hoof, feeling the wat the soil and sand melt beneath his weight. The warm air was tantalizing as it tangled in the ash of his dark mane and tail in a tattered banner.
Lothbrok nears the clear edges of a wading pool in the throng vegetation and moist air. It is of seafoam and cerulean at the depths, tiny creatures visible from his place along the shore. The dark eyes watch how the fish greedily search for bits of food among the smooth pebbles. Lothy eyes them as the edge of his mouth tilts up. The youth drops his lips to the water's surface to lip at it carefully, tasting the sensation upon his palate. He had no desire to submerge himself int he water at this moment but care to just admire the beauty of his new home. |
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