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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


    What Is A Man With No Honor |Any|
    #1
    Corban

    Sylva had been his home since he was born, Mary the mother he never had, even though she was his sister. She did a good enough job teaching him his basic diplomat skills, and as he grew older he added a little bit of his own charm.

    He loved Sylva, the southern sector really as he spent most of his time in the Pampas. Though he loves his home, he finds himself falling in the shadow of his sister. Mary was the queen, he was proud of her, and it really pains him to leave his family behind. Though he goes back and forth on it, he really wanted to start a name for himself.

    He visited Nerine, though they seemed less than friendly, perhaps not the perfect kingdom for him. Instead he heads back towards Sylva, instead of landing there he continues to go. The trip for the crow was easy, he soars in the sky until nothing but water was below him, the beautiful blue water splashing around aggressively.

    As he assumed, a kingdom appeared, an island he could see a few equine bodies within the heart of the kingdom and decides to swoop down to the boarder. He hurdles down to the sandy shore, the crow lets out a screeching caw and just as he was about to land he shifts back into his equine form. The landing nearly his signature, a small laugh to himself. He scans the horizon looking for a greeting from another.

    What Is A Man With No Honor


    @[Dagen] @[Brazen] I thought it'd be fun to run into these two if they're still on the island<33

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    #2
    dagen

    those bright crooked stars, man they're howlin’ out
    thought you read them all right, had them all figured out

    It'd been a long time since they'd seen their friend, if he was that to them. Dagen wasn't sure he actually had any friends, but if the boy was Brazen's friend then Dagen sort of got grandfathered in probably. In some way. Or brothered in?

    He was running from her when he came into view, a rare and rich laugh in his throat. She was the only one that was capable of making him laugh or wiping that stern look from his face. He actually acted like a kid around her, his wings flapping at his sides and his chest heaving as he galloped as fast as he could. His red hair flared out like fiery tall grasses, still young and short but growing out.

    He was so consumed in their play, riding the high their chase gave him, that he even kept that bright grin when he saw Corban, recognized him after another moment. His brows drew down in determination, doubling his efforts to run straight for the boy and push his legs to pump harder.

    Just before he could barrel into him, he dodged to the side, only brushing his shoulder against Corban's and continued with a wild laugh. "Hahaha! RUN!" He shot out and nipped at the boy's flank to spur him to move. "Don't let her catch you!"

    There. Now all he had to do was run faster than that guy!

    learned every constellation, just to find where you're at

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    #3

    cold in the violence after the war
    hope is a fire to keep us warm

    She’s not quite sure how he’d gotten that far ahead of her, but the hell if she wasn’t going to catch up! He might have his wings to help him out, but she has pure grit and determination on her side. In retrospect, probably not as helpful as wings, but damnit if she would let him win!

    Sand sprays behind her with each step she takes, her hooves digging in to find better purchase as she bounds forward. The wind whips the red of her mane in a wild dance, sweeping the mottled hue of her neck and catching on her flagged tail. All of this is nothing compared to the burn of her muscles exertion with each step and the rush of air through her lungs. Her expression might be focused, determined, but vibrant delight shimmers in the blue of her eye.

    She had grown too, her body leanly muscled, the lines of her shoulder and hips and spine protruding sharply against the red and white of her skin. It looks odd now perhaps, but one day soon the bone would begin to pierce the skin, growing until its fleshy prison could no longer contain it. She tried not to think too hard on that day, even knowing it would come.

    For now though, she is lost in the moment, in the heat of the chase.

    She slows briefly when she sees Dagen run nearly headlong into another. A colt she recognizes almost immediately. She brightens instantly, a wicked grin edging onto her lips as she redoubles her efforts.

    “HA!” she shouts with breathless triumph, propelling herself straight into Corban without slowing down even a bit. If she caught him by surprise, no doubt they’d both go tumbling head over heels into the sand. Maybe he could get out of the way, or brace himself to catch her, but she hoped not. She’d never been afraid of a little rough-housing, and this sounds exactly like what she needs today.


    Brazen


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    #4
    He had grown acustom to kingdom greetings, the new equine waits at the border, the kingdom member greets, a few politics are discussed and then wallah. He was raised by mare and she taught him the diplomatic ways, and sure one day he would like to serve a kingdom as one, but he was still young and this would be his only time of forgiveness for negligence.

    The young colt who was nearing two, he inches deeper and deeper into the kingdom, until finally his eyes set on another. Though this equine barely seems focused on Corban, coming towards him full speed. He nearly shifted and fled as it seemed to be an attack, but he was just able to catch another behind him.

    A game of tag, he thinks to himself as his ears prick forward. As the pair gets closer his jaw nearly hits the floor, Dagen! Brazen! his mind quickly flicks back to his childhood. His first friends! He found them in Loess, and the trio quickly hit it off, unfortunately it appears there father did indeed leave Loess and Corban never saw them again.

    Corban doesn't move, and Dagen doesn't stop, the roan colt runs past Corban brushing his pelt, nipping him as he passes. Run! Don't let her catch you! Dagen yells out and Corban releases a quick chuckle before he sprints off in Dagens direction.

    He only makes it a few paces before he turns to locate Brazen. He can't see her, so he comes to a halt again. As he does he locates her, DIRECTLY BEHIND HIM! She wasn't slowing down and it was to late to move, the pair collided. His green and white pelt was now dusted with a coating of sand, and he was intertwined with Brazen.

    Sorry! He quickly exclaims, untangling his legs from hers he quickly hoists himself up. His gaze shifts back to Brazen, seeing the mare for the first time since they were newborn children. It takes a moment for him to speak again, nearly an adult, he can spot an attractive mare when shes standing before him.

    He takes a gulp before finally pushing out a sentence, Are you ok? he asks as he lowers his muzzle to her shoulder, an attempt to help her on her feet (though she probably doesn't need it). His gaze shifts back to her brother, Dagen! he yells out for the return of the colt.

    @[Brazen] @[Dagen]

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