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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


    One For Old Times {Kensa}
    #1
    Clayton
    Every Story Has Two Sides

    It had been some time since he had visited Hyaline, in fact his last visit was solely due to a political visit. His heart had been all over lately, and though he knows Kensa is not his, he still hopes to run into her. She was a dear friend, and he was curious how she was holding up. 

    The trip from the Cove to Hyaline was quick, a trip he has made plenty of times. The beauty of Hyaline, as always, holds clayton in awe. His home kingdom was most beautiful in the fall, the leaves change colors and the air slowly growing crisper.

    Kensaa , he calls out for her. Would she even be here? He certainly hopes so, he continues his way through Hyaline. He takes in the breathtaking scenery, each spot filled with memories from his childhood. The mountains, the lake, the meadow he ran free in. Kensa , he calls out her name once more before claiming the trip a failure.


    @[Kensa]
    [Image: clayton_by_cowgirlconrad-dcmmo18.png]




    #2

    for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
    in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

    Another Hyaline summer gone. The decay comes in vibrant color, and rich earthy smells. There is a fullness to everything, like the fullness of the bellies gorged on acorn and hazelnut. It is a Hyaline glorious, a memorial to all that was and will be. The leaves do not turn for any purpose but to bid farewell. There is no goodness in their going nor would there be evil to be found in their staying green and true until the first bashful snow. They simply follow their course, ancient memories whispering suggestions along the way but each one meets the changes of life in its own way, with its own colors and deviations.

    She is alive and content beneath a sky filled with robust white clouds. Up here they roll together and stretch apart right before the eyes as the winds high above tumble them across vibrant cerulean. Kensa watches this from a well used path along the side of mont of the mountains surrounding the lake. She hears Clayton before she notices him, smiles when his voice echoes against the mountainside around her. Instead of following the path down she drops her hocks and slides down the hillside before bounding the last little bit to the valley floor.

    “Clay! Her silvery voice is bright and she canters toward the handsome bay, blonde locks tousles about her gold freckled face. “You haven’t been to see me! I was thinking of stopping by the cove the other day just to make sure you weren’t being held captive.” Kensa teases as she closes in on him and brushes her lips across his swiftly and absently, pressing her chest to his own and capturing him in an eager embrace as she gives his vibrant mane a playful tug.

    kensa
    for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

    @[Clayton]
    #3
    Clayton
    Every Story Has Two Sides
    Hyaline never changed, even as he continues his growtg at the Cove. It is as vibrant as he remembers, a different scene for every direction. The territory had life to give for all upcoming children, as it once did for him.

    His head turns as he hears tossing of rocks, and down the side of the mountain came the chestnut splashed mare he has grown so fond of. He quickly met her at the bottom of the hill, ensuring her safety down.

    As she meets him she notes his lack of visits, and jokes that she almost came to visit him. A short laugh escape his maw and a smile tugs at his lips in response. The world around them seemed to be changing, but it was good to see that Kensa was not.

    Time was not wasted, and the two were quickly found embraced. She brushes his lips which he fondly returns before she moves to press her chest against his. She playfully tugs at his mane, but he finds his head resting upon her shoulder, his maw gently stroking her. Kensa, his voice was gentle. His guilty mind flicked to Dawn, his soon to be queen that he has also grown fond of. how have you been? It seems our time together grows shorter and shorter. He admits the truth, but wonders who she fills her time with when he is gone, and it it will seize to exist in time. But for the moment he pushes those thoughts from his mind, and nestled deeper into the embrace.

    @[Kensa]
    [Image: clayton_by_cowgirlconrad-dcmmo18.png]








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