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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; a jengorgeous pony
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    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 right 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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