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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


    [open]  these nights never go to plan; anyone
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    "Whatchya doin'?" she shouted from her perch nearby. The weather had grown colder and her fur had grown thicker and it only made sense to her to seek out a nice lounging spot in the sun.

    She had spent the day in this form, her wolf form. Brown, reddish body sprinting haphazardly through the giant redwoods she's called her home since the beginning of time - well at least her time. She had stopped of course to snack on a small hare, filling her belly. With a large yawn it was then that she made her way to the river's edge, gulping down freezing water to appease her dry throat, before picking her spot ontop of a nearby outcrop of stone hedges.

    Perfect, until now.

    The sound of the grullo boy making his way to said rivers edge had woken her out of her hazy sun bathing. She watched him for a moment through one opened eye, before getting up, stretching, shouting at him, and then jumping from her perch.

    While she waited with a mischievous smirk on her face, Oectra shifted back to her horse form.. for some reason others found this form less intimidating. She chuckled at the thought of Ghaul chasing her around a small clearing Get out, dog!

    Now she stood before him, a slender filly about the same age as him. Her brown and red fur were replaced by a mostly white with chestnut overo markings coat, her brown forelock had fallen haphazardly across her face. At her side, nearly tucked away, were a pair of large, white, fluffy wings. Her hooves, now a dazzling blue chalcedony stone, kicked lazily at the hardened dirt infront of her. She inspected the stranger-boy with bright, icy blue eyes. "You should of nocked first." she teases with a lopsided smile.

    @[voracity] Oectra needs friends (:
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    RE: these nights never go to plan; anyone - by Oectra - 05-07-2020, 02:44 PM



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