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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


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    #1
    The adolescent bay splash finds himself in horse form today, a rarity since discovering his ability to liquefy. He rather enjoys testing his trait but, a growing boy needs to eat, too. He picks a trail that leads to a small clearing in the western half of Sylva as he searches for nourishment. Along the way, he notes that the icy grip of winter has relinquished its grasp on the great forest. All around Juice small buds of green erupt from scraggly bushes. The air bears some humidity and feels milder than in the recent weeks. His dark orbs scan between the trees as he wonders if he is alone. His ink-lined ears do not detect anything above the rustling of branches, leaves and, occasional scurrying rodent.

    Before long, the path turns left and a flood of daylight meets his gaze. He had reached the clearing. He blinks a few times to allow his focus to adjust. Pink nose stretches out to permit young male to survey the scene. A buck grazes calmly along the opposite edge; however, Juice finds the space uncrowded and inviting. Refined limbs carry Juice forward into the opening. He chooses to hug the shade so that he avoids the blisters of a sunburn on any of his numerous white-haired patches.

    Juice moves amongst the waving grasses until only his topline is visible. The head of his inky tail nestled between under-muscled haunches can be seen. His back is the color of cocoa powder, a dusty chocolate brown, with no white markings. His mane and forelock are of ink-hue as well. Poll lowers to bring whiskered muzzle down to the chewy stalks. Among the wind-combed, tasteless blades is a carpet of light green. Greedily, pink lips peel back and unsheathe like-new dentition. He tears at the new growth as if the buck would challenge him and steal it. Juice pays little mind to the goings on around him as his barrel rumbles with hunger. He scrambles to satisfy the craving with each savory mouthful.
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    #2

    The small colt wanders through Sylva undisturbed, his short stride speeding along the highlights sunlight beaming through the thick canopy, Syvla was becoming warmer with each coming day, the sunlight increasing its harsh gaze that beats down on all creatures, readying itself for the summer, testing everybody's will.

    It was now easier to traverse the once harsh terrain, now the snow was forming into a milky sludge, transitioning into a liquid that would make the ground wet and rather gross, the small colt happily prances around the trees, weaving in and out around their large trunks, coming close to hitting them at some poiunts of his charge.

    The colt takes a quick turn as he hears movement, his ability to make out scents properly is perhaps not as advanced yet, and so he uses caution, his head peeking through a few shrubs as he scanned the opening, his blue eyes dancing across the almost liquid snow, his black coal-like pelt shining from behind the bushes as the sun revealed his location. It didn't take long to notice the equine rummaging through food, his giggle came into earshot of the horse as he emerged from the thick bush, he was visibly older than Cast but this did not deter him in the slightest form "Hello! I'm Cast- Castaneis!" his tongue twists around his name in slight confusion, his mother wasn't particularly gifting in terms of how easy his name was pronounced, at this age, he still found it hard.

    The black foal halts close to the other form, his ears perked and smile wide.
    The stallion didn't know the stranger, but then again if he was to listen to his mother and stay away from each new horse he met then he would never be able to meet new people, he was almost glad that he had run away from her, leaving her behind in the dust, he was ready to leave it all behind, forget about her completely.  

    Castaneis
    @[Juice]
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    #3
    A rustle from across the clearing causes Juice to, lazily, lift his head out of the grasses. His teeth hold a mouthful in place as his mandible works to crush the food into more a digestible size. He continues to chew on his selected bite before he notes where the sound came from. Where the buck had been, now only swaying stalks of vegetation remain. Something spooked him, thinks the young male to himself. But, what? He finally swallows his food and decides to inspect the scene just in case his safety is now in jeopardy. Fur-lined ears leave their forward-facing post to assist in the search. Deep, dark orbs scan the edges for any sign of a disturbance. Nothing could be seen.

    With a sigh, Juice lowers his muzzle back towards the ground and, he resumes grazing. Until a boyish giggle reaches his ears. His first instinct is to melt into a puddle. Instead, the bay splash startles to the right, away from the sound, before poll snaps up and wide black eyes fixate on the section of bush where the noise gaze from. A pair of blue eyes meets his before Juice sizes up the body attached. He is an equine, which the older lad finds far less threatening. He is a bit younger but the brown-and-white painted male did not have any opinions on the age of his company. Not yet, anyways! This is the first resident of Sylva - well, he assumes the kid is a resident because he smells mildly of forest - he has met!

    Juice decides to stick around and converse with how did he say his name?. His juvenile brain works through it. Cas-ta-nay-is. Castaneis. "Hi Castaneis. I'm Juice. Do you live here?" He had to ask; just needed to know for sure. Besides, isn't a question the gateway to more conversation? Who is he kidding? Juice has barely met anyone to converse with but, as mom would say, you won't know until you try.

    @[Castaneis]
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    #4

    The colt gently observes the small startle from the male as he stands at the sidelines, his blue eyes following the equine as he is met face to face, both now standing on the colourful display of leaves on the ground below, his coal-black pelt standing out quite vividly against the backdrop.

    A smile begins to fill the corners of his soft muzzle as his company speaks, an almost laughter escaping his throat as he begins to reply, his body now relaxed in place as he shifts his weight between his hind legs "Hi, Juice" the name molds into his muzzle as he speaks, a rather interesting thing to be called for sure, one that he had never heard before "It is nice to meet you, sir" he bows playfully, his small tail always wagging behind him as his body returns to its original position "Yes, I do live here" he smiles for a moment before giving it some more thought "Well, I do now, but I didn't before, if ya catch the drift" he nods as he looks around the hushed forest.

    His mind is quick to snap back into the current conversation, his tongue already moving to keep the conversation going "It's rather quiet out here, I rarely meet other foals or young horses. But I still like it, the silence is sometimes quite enjoyable, ya know?" he looks around for a brief moment just to confirm his suspicions before giving a reassuring nod.

    His eyes melt back toward Juice as he continues to move his muzzle in speech "What are you doing out here if I may ask?" he had hoped he wasn't invading anything that the other equine may have been doing before his arrival, he wasn't quite keen on interrupting others.

    Even though he had just met this other equine, his crazed, and probably oxygen deprived mind was already planning adventures in advance, plotting a route around the world that avoided the Silver Cove, just to make sure they wouldn't bump into his mother.
    But it was much too early for that, his brain is quick to return to the meeting, his smile still painted on his black muzzle, ears tilted to hear his reply.

    Castaneis
    @[Juice]
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