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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


    She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony
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    He seemed unconcerned by the ghouls at his back. Unconcerned and perhaps even bored. So they were not a surprise to him. Even as they stalked closer, as silent as sharks, she could see that the black cat's focus was far more concerned with the mare in front of him. Her heart quaked a moment, the dawning realization that she had stumbled upon more than she'd bargained for coming to the forefront of her mind. 

    She watched him stretch luxuriously before the cat's form rippled and grew. The black velvet feline was gone, and in his place a feral looking stallion held her gaze. He was every bit as predatory now as he had been when teeth and claws had been there to underscore the message. This turn of events gave her pause, the fine shells of her ears tipping back as her confidence slipped. 

    Her amethyst gaze met the striking yellow of the unknown stallion's, a crease of temper marring her brow. "Are you threatening me?" She asked, incredulous. The absolute nerve of the fellow! She had been minding her own business perfectly fine before he had arrived, and now he was casually brandishing the undead at her as though he owned the place. 

    Well let him try. The ornery black stallion could summon as many zombies as he wanted to, she wasn't budging. He had ruined her bath and she was gearing up to ruin his day. She'd tried to be nice and had gotten nothing but apathetic vitriol in return. "I think it's time you left, whoever you are. Before I make you go." Her teeth bared, the beauty of her face twisting into something warlike. 

    A sheet of icy water crept up the bank to huddle at her heels like an adoring dog. She was not without her own weapons. Hers just happened to be much prettier than his.

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    RE: She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony - by Aquaria - 11-23-2019, 11:44 AM



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