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    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


    Long May She Reign {Breckin, DIPLOMATS}
    #1



    Mary
    The newly crowned Queen and her King had decided to check out some of the surrounding kingdoms. There was no point in waiting for others to sniff out Sylva, they should be the ones to venture out, show that they are striving even with the plague.

    The dapple Queen was still infested with the plague, a hoarse cough echoed from her chest every now and then. Small patches are fur were missing, but she was stronger than the plague and she would put all the weak hiding in there kingdoms to shame. 

    Mary wondered if anyone would even be in Nerine, what if they were hiding in there local safe land due to the plague. She hoped not, not only because there land would be free to take, but because they would have no respect from the dapple mare.

    She completed her mission as she found herself at the border of Nerine, the scent of the salty ocean breezed past her face. It was a rare scent in Sylva, mainly because she remained in the heart of the kingdom and rarely visited the beach. Though Nerine was bordered by the ocean, and the salt was unavoidable. A gentle snort escapes her maw, she preferred the scent of the pine in Sylva, none the less she raises her head and bellows a whinny from her chest. Her call echoes out and she impatiently waits for someone from the kingdom to approach, her tail swishes back and forth in annoyance.

    Long May She Reign


    @[Breckin]




    #2
    Even with the threat of the Plague still looking over other horse's heads, Nalia did not let the fear of venturing out of Nerine stop her from doing her job. She hated that she was going against Ardashir's wishes since he had asked her to stay in Isicle Isle, away from the threat of the Plague, but she wasn't totally not listening. When not in Nerine visiting friends or off in the Field looking for a recruit, she was in the Isicle Isle, not worried about what she may face there since one of her last trips didn't end so well.

    The filly could still feel the slight chill on her neck and haunches from the ice that had formed in her mane and tail after venturing to the Isle for a quest to try and find a cure from the Plague. She had grown used to it by now, and the warmth of the summer sun helped, but it was a perpetual feeling, always lingering in the back of her mind even if she was focused and didn't really feel the chill of the ice. Sure, she thought it made her look rather pretty, since in the light the ice crystals gave off a slight shine that complimented her dark painted coat, but everything had its ups and downs.

    At least she was already through with the cold season for now. It meant the chill wouldn't feel worse than it did whenever the summer night temperatures dipped close to freezing on the off occasion.

    Nalia was enjoying a quiet graze in Nerine's main meadow that day, the sun beating down on her back and serving to pleasantly warm her system. It was not yet an uncomfortable heat despite the season, and those were the temperatures Nalia was comfortable with. If it had been sweltering right now, she'd be closer to the beach instead, where the ocean seemed to provide a cooler feeling even if she was up on the hill grazing instead of down in the water. But the meadow was quiet, something she found slightly unsettling.

    There were still horses living here in Beqanna, but few compared to before the Plague. Nalia was still highly unsure of what exactly was going to happen between now and when there was finally a cure. Breckin was still the leader here, but there had been talk of going to the Isle. Nalia wanted to say her piece, but as a technical training diplomat, due to her younger age and inexperience with politics here, she was unsure of what she could say that would help motivate horses to stay here and hold onto their home. She had grown to love Nerine and didn't want to see it taken away, whether or not Breckin handed it down to another horse.

    Only with Breckin's approval would Nalia at least come to terms with the land being abandoned, but for right now, she would stay and fight for her home, with words, or hooves and teeth, whatever. If there was one thing to know about the painted filly, she was highly protective of what she cared about, and that especially included her home in Nerine, and the friends she had come to consider family.

    Especially Ardashir.

    Nalia's tapered muzzle gently glided over the summer grass as she continued to graze, her wings slightly limp at her sides, showing how relaxed she was. Absently, her tail swished back and forth if a bug got too close, but mostly hung loose behind her. Her ears were up and alert in case there could be trouble approaching, but for a good portion of the morning, everything was calm.

    Until the call.

    The one who had sounded off was foreign to Nerine, Nalia was sure. She did not recognize the owner as any horse she knew, and so realized she had to be on guard for this. Looking in the direction of Nerine's border that headed toward the mainland, the filly started walking before eventually picking her pace up until she had a running start to take to the skies.

    With her ability to fly, it was a much shorter trip to the border. Nalia flew closer to the ground so she could get a better view of who was there, and to let them know someone had heard their call. From her current distance, Nalia could at least see the color of the horse; it looked to be a shade of green, a few shades lighter than the grass.

    The filly dove for the ground and landed in a harsher manner than she normally would, indicating she was not going to be intimidated by some newbie. The filly approached the newcomer, ears slightly tilted back in caution. Coming up closer, she saw that, like her, this filly was young, with a few patches of hair missing it seemed. Her breathing also seemed to have a very slight hitch on odd occasions, which immediately told Nalia something critical.

    This young one was infected.

    Feeling sorry for her for just that fact, Nalia nodded her muzzle forward to greet the other filly. "Hello there. What brings you to Nerine today?"

    While she spoke, Nalia kept a cautious eye on the other filly. She could tell by her body language that the young one was an impatient creature, if the tail swishing wasn't enough to make that clear. Nalia's form was slightly tense as well, but she kept up the illusion that she was calm to avoid doing anything to spook this filly.

    After all, if she wanted to find out anything about why she was here, it wouldn't do any good to show hostility before she'd even had a proper introduction.

    @[Mary] @[Breckin]




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