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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


    cat tails waving in the breeze; amarine
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    Tornados from a butterfly's wing


    Ama rarely left her home. Especially not since Neverwhere had gone missing. There were too many strangers out there, with their own chaotic emotions and mind's that rattled against her own. It was often too much for the girl, and so she stayed in the safety of her home. 

    Today though, there was summer on the breeze, and it made her hooves itch restless. She dithered on the border for a while, a disconsolate crease to her brow. But at last the pony lass pushed herself beyond the reaches of home, and out to where the world opened up beyond it. 

    The day stretched before her, endless and hot. It made her sweat just walking as slowly as she was. Teal tail flicking at the biting flies fretfully, Ama paused to gain her bearings. The waving tall grasses she was wading through were doing little to cool things off, but there were trees in the distance. They cast long shadows on the ground, shadows that seemed far more welcoming than the sweltering sunlight she'd been roaming. 

    As soon as the branches closed over her head, she sighed in relief. It was still warm, yes, but the shade here was far more bearable to the black coated girl. Better yet, a scent sweet as wine trickled through the broad trunks, mouthwatering and demanding investigation. Her crystal hooves sank in the soft mulch as she followed the scent trail. 

    The source of the trail was an unexpected one. 

    Ama paused to see another girl wandering the woods, goldenas sunlight and dappled with genteel florals. Her mane was pale, or at least the dark girl thought it was. The white strands were plastered to the palomino's neck with viscous golden fluid, and it was then that Ama noticed the crawling, buzzing creatures in her hair. 

    "You've got bugs on you. Just so you know." 

    She had come to a prim halt by a wide branching maple, her head tipped to one side. Pupiless, gleaming eyes watched her unblinking, a vague smile on her lips. For all her eccentric looks, this bee girl projected a happy, peaceable energy. At least she had been before Ama spoke.

    ...Amarine






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    RE: cat tails waving in the breeze; amarine - by Amarine - 06-07-2020, 09:29 AM



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