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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]  The kind of person that keeps a parrot [any!]
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    And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going

    Nerine is one of the few places Yanhua felt free enough to stretch his legs. When he took to the craggy hillsides full of summer evergreens and made his way up from Taiga, he had little to no expectations for the journey. @[Amarine] had mentioned she might join him, and he welcomed the idea of bringing their children to visit their mother’s birth home, but he hadn’t stayed to wonder over the possibility before the pleasant weather and agreeable day soured. Yan would rather take advantage while he had the opportunity, and for once he reveled in the notion that he - unlike Ama - hadn’t suffered the curse of having to constantly feed their children.

    A stallion’s way of thinking, for sure, but he was so often ingrained in their little family and moving them about here and there so the twins could expand their world and minds that he hardly felt terrible at all for leaving. When he came home before sundown later, he’d make it up to Amarine one way or another.

    In the present, he’s at one with the exhilarating feel of cantering through the woods. The world was a hazy blur around him, all varying shades of green, and the scent of sap and pine was mingling with the smell of his sweat as he climbed up, up, up towards the sky.

    He rounded a corner by throwing his body into the leaning curve and would’ve passed @[Popinjay] by altogether, had he not turned his head a fraction of second later and seen the dark form of her body curled up in the distance like some unnatural rock. Yanhua flicked his tail and dug his heels into the pine-covered turf, skidding to a halt out of sheer curiosity before turning back to peer through the boughs of the tightly-clustered trees. He tossed his head, wild-eyed and not yet spent from his morning run, calling out:

    “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” As a way of greeting the new leader. He couldn’t be sure - the echoes of her memories were comparable to lightning strikes under gray skies when he opened himself to them - nothing about her looked familiar, but maybe she could unlock the subtle, nagging mystery at the back of his thoughts. Walking back from where he’d just come from, Yan brushed aside the stinging needles with his horns lowered and wandered closer to Popinjay, listening for her response with a smile already prepared.

    And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening



    OOC: Tag for Ama since she's mentioned!


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    RE: The kind of person that keeps a parrot [any!] - by Yanhua - 12-02-2020, 03:33 PM



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