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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 do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'a cage,' she said.”; any
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    BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
    DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE


    Autumn has conjured the small mare from the depths of her own thoughts. The world blazed in a frivolous blur of gold and red as the trees grew tired and were soon shedding their heavy leaves, thick with damp chill, to curl inward as winter was creeping upon Beqanna. The already downed foliage was dry and crinkled beneath the neatly trimmed hooves of the bay and salmon mare. The liquid honey of her left eye (her only remaining one) looked over the meadow with the quip of a small smile on her eternally beautiful face. The cold air is drawn inward as she expands her chest to taste the freshness of the early morning. It was a tickling delight to know she had arrived home. 

    After a moment, Ygritte exhales slowly, admiring the nearly missed cloud of vapor that promised an early winter. She shivers but not from the cold. Beqanna was an ever evolving beast of a fickle nature and it held it's residents as close as sacred texts. Ygritte was an everlasting face that had dwelled on the edges of this land since she had last reigned queen of Sylva...but that was many, many years ago.

    Beqanna's magic gave her eternal beauty, the ability to change to any avian of natural and unnatural origin but she longed for the connection to another creature...something to ground her and make her stay. Kreios had been her rock but since she had lost him to the form of a wild cat and the allure of the mountains, there was not much hope that the mare could ever connect with another in such away. Instead, she passed her days along, a blush colored swan in some pond, alone.

    But there was hope.

    Her return to Beqanna meant she had healed parts of her that she hadn't known she needed to mend. Here there are new faces and new scents. Here she was but simply Ygritte, the mare with flowers that grew from where her right eye had once been. Still now and always, she carefully tended them, plucking a few to form a crown of petals upon her brow so she would not forget where she had come from.



    Ygritte.


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    Autumn was once again returning to Beqanna, and with it, the warnings that the land would soon be held in the death grip of winter that blanketed the grass and clouds stretched across the endless sky to block out the sun's warm rays. To an animal that depended on vegetation for nourishment, like the horses that called this mystical land their home, Autumn was a tough time, due to a good number fighting to get a lot of grass in their bellies to try and prepare for the cold seasons.

    The golden stallion would not succumb to such instincts unless they were natural; in other words, he would only allow himself to graze if his body called for it. Nor would he gorge himself; he would not grow a hay belly in an effort to preserve his form. He was a survivor, a free horse, who had adapted to the harsh cold and efforts that winter used to slaughter the land. Winter would cause Aten's body reserves to fade as it gave him energy, which would result in pockets of skin that fell loose against his form, but he would make up for this through training and foraging on what he could find until spring returned and he would regain his healthy appearance.

    Even though Autumn had only just begun, Aten's body was already responding to the changes of the seasons. The photoreceptors and rods in the stallion's eyes told his body that he would need to start growing his thick winter coat as the days grew shorter and colder, so his hair was already increasing in length and thickness to offer him the necessary protection.

    Unfortunately, with a long coat came a rather shaggy appearance for the normally handsome stallion. His limbs appeared bulkier and his neck shaggier, and though his muzzle still appeared fine and trim, his chin hair grew longer to give him the appearance of having a beard.

    Not that Aten cared to notice any of this; all he knew was his winter coat provided protection, and that was good enough for him.

    Aten had decided to make a trip out to the Common lands to see if any horses were in need of shelter through the cold months, whether or not they would decide to eventually join Taiga's ranks. Perhaps Lepis would not entirely agree with his generosity, or make adjustments and insist they stay near the border, but Taiga's misty forest could hold it's warmth due to the close proximity of the trees. Food may still be scarce in most areas, but at least shelter wouldn't be impossible there.

    Of course, how lucky could he get since he was offering temporary shelter and not a permanent place in the ranks unless he asked as well?

    The Meadow grass was still growing thick and tall, but a majority of the plants that grew in bunches scattered among the grass were also turning different colors due to Autumn's arrival. Some were dropping their leaves completely to show they were slowly succumbing to winter's impending grip, causing the terrain to shift and crunch beneath Aten's hooves as he walked.

    It seemed to be affecting another as well. After a while of walking, Aten spotted a horse some distance to his right. It was a young looking creature with a light bay coat, though her points were a light pink instead of black. Her features were feminine and tapered, yet not delicate and fragile, though the cadence in her gait spoke that something was troubling her and sapping her strength.

    The naturally curious and friendly golden stallion approached the mare and called in a kind voice, "Hello there. I would ask what lands you hail from, but, judging on the gifts you seem to possess, I take it you call Beqanna your home?" The scent was faint, but Aten had a feeling this mare had been birthed and raised here in Beqanna, and though another might think of the flowers in her silky mane and tail were just placed there, Aten had a feeling there was something more to them.

    @[Ygritte]
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