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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


    caught in the afterglow; an affy pony
    #1
    It was a wonderful day to be lazy.  No clouds in the sky, no blustering winds, and an unseasonably warm day for the Autumn, she basked in the heat of the sun until the dampness of her legs and underbelly began to prickle dry.  The small stream of water where she had been previously lounging, continued to make its garbling sound and merrily went along to wherever it was running to.  Rolling to her side, she exhaled, causing a puff of dust to rise and scatter about her horned head.  Catcher’s grey eyes stared at nothing in particular through the haze, noticing by happenstance the way the brown edged grass swayed to and fro with each breath she took.

    Something tickled her ear that rested upon the ground.  Shifting her legs back beneath her and craning her head backwards, she looked to catch a glance at whatever had brushed against her, hoping a bit ridiculously that it hadn’t been a spider.  She liked to look at them and their fancy tapestries, but she didn’t appreciate them hitching a free ride on her with their eight crazy legs and all.  When she moved, it disturbed a leaping, fluttery thing to take off and land a few paces away.  Certainly not a spider, or at least she hoped they hadn’t learned how to grow wings and fly.  Curious, she righted herself to a stance and took a hesitant step closer with her nose lowered toward the ground.

    The creature leaped again, suddenly this time, causing the young mare to fumble backwards a few steps in unexpected surprise.  At least this time she got a good look at it this time and could recognize the bouncing nuisance as a grasshopper.  It leapt back towards her then, making the painted girl feel as though he were taunting her now.  Well then. Bristling a bit and accepting his terms of a challenge, she squared herself to her fullest fifteen hand height before dropping her head to the ground again, this time knowing exactly what she was looking for.  Occasionally he would sing to her, and she would turn and stomp the ground as if to try to catch him.  Of course there were no intentions, but it was a matter of pride now.  Her honor had to be restored.

    At last the chirping ceased and she stopped moving too, knowing that she was close to where he had perched.  ”I  know you’re there you twiggy, um...n- not-a-butterfly-but-kinda-close...thing,” she mocked, or tried to anyway, scrunching her face in thought as she attempted to taunt him back.  His silence spoke volumes; clearly he was unphased by her prodding.  With a huff, she reared and brought all of her weight crashing back down to the ground with a loud thud, right next to where she was sure he stood laughing at her.


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    #2

    m e r a x e s

    even at the best of times i'm out of my mind

    Adventuring beyond the borders of Loess sounds fun for once, even though the last time he tried it hadn’t ended so well for him. Perhaps it’s his lack of sense, or his lack of self-preservation, that drives him from his kingdom home and towards the neutral meeting grounds, or maybe it’s just a sense of adventure that overwhelms him and threatens to wash him away in tides of boredom. He’s growing into his body – finally – but he is still too young to join the castes of Loess, though he longs to be a warrior like his father. Maybe one day he’ll have something to do, but for now it’s endless days of exploring every nook and cranny of the kingdom he memorized years ago.

    If he had wings like his brother, it would be so simple for him to just take to the skies to explore. He knows Malone has gone all sorts of places and done all sorts of adventuring and met all sorts of other horses, and Meraxes can’t help but be jealous. Malone is a purebred prince through and through while Meraxes is just one of the several black sheep littering Loess, and Mer wonders often whether the two of them are going to drift apart. For now, they still tell each other everything, but will that change now that Malone has a child on the way?

    His wandering mind distracts him until he crosses into the meadow, and he pauses on the edge of it, breathing in deeply. Perhaps he should be nervous as he skirts the edge of the commons, but he grins as he watches the others interacting, curious as to their conversations but not quite being able to hear them.

    A scuffling noise snatches his attention, and he turns to see a pinto girl around his age stomping around in the dirt. With a grin he approaches her, just barely catching her words and he lets out a carefree giggle as she rears up and smashes her hooves into the ground as if she’s practicing battle moves. “Are you talking to yourself?” he asks her as he moves forward, grinning wolfishly.



    @[Catcher] this only took LITERALLY three years but hi
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    How long had she been at this for?

    A breeze had swept by her then, though not particularly cold, it drove a chill into her bones and a shiver down her spine.  So focused on her game, she hadn’t noticed the film of sweat and the ache in her ribs when her sides heaved to until the bugger had finally either gone silent or died from exhaustion.  Hopefully he didn’t die - then she would feel terrible.

    “Hello, please tell me you’re still alive,” she pled, crouching down as low as equinely possible, a look of concern drawn on the lines of her face.  What was she going to do if she found him motionless and unchirping, flat on his back with his little jumpy legs in the air? Is it possible to revive a bug? Where did grasshoppers go when they die? How did she not know these things?!

    Anxious and worried, she is deaf to the approach of someone behind her.  

    Relief overcomes her when she hears a voice and she sighs to cleanse herself of the infringing unpleasant feelings.  But where her expression had just relaxed with sweet relief, it wraps and tightens into obvious confusion.  “No…I was talking to you, ” says as her nose brushes over the ground, searching for the little monster whose voice she had thought she just heard.  

    Her nose must have parted the brush in the worst possible place then because the cheeky little jerk decides to jump, directly onto her head at the base of her horn. Startled, Catcher makes a strangled yelping sound as her head tosses and she scuttles backward unknowingly towards the actual source of the floating voice.

    @[meraxes] absolutely no worries! I had the lovely intention of having a grown up dialogue between them and then this happened. Feel free to power play her a bit since I left it open ended
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