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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 was yellow and grey, the colors of the day // Borderline
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    Tornados from a butterfly's wing


    She nodded along, speculative about the power two mare's could hold if they really wanted to. Power handed to them by the very stallion who had unwittingly brought them together. Yanhua, Yanhua, he had a lot to answer for. 

    She had been more shocked than jealous when she'd found out about the other little family he had been cultivating. Perhaps it was a side effect of the depth of her knowledge, but she'd found over the years that just about any behavior could be explained when you knew why someone felt how they did. It was incredibly rare for someone to be cruel for cruelty's sake. There was more often Pain, Misunderstanding, or yes, Jealousy at the core of those interactions. 

    Yan loved to be loved. It was as necessary to him as air to breath, and she hadn't found a reason to be bothered by it until today. When she'd come to feel exactly the kind of effects his Love had created, simply by being too big to be contained. 

    The butterfly mare didn't have it in her to regret the relationship she and the caprine stallion shared. It was as true as anything else she'd experienced, and the children that sprang from it were exquisite in their own ways. No, she couldn't take back the past, nor did she want to. What she could do, though, was help to build a happier future. One in which they all benefited. 

    Her wings fluttered as she contemplated, stirring pine needles with the breeze they created. How well she knew that little breezes could gather into larger storms. It gave her an idea, or part of one. She breathed a whispy breath, and set her crystalline gaze on the grey mare, thankful that the weight of Sorrow had thinned between them. 

    "You wouldn't happen to be in the market for something of a den-mate, would you?" She asked, fluttering again. Would that be enough to make Yan sweat? If the two mare's he'd solicited now lived together, and he was left in the proverbial cold. She had her own space in the woods, of course, and perhaps Borderline was not keen on giving up her privacy here on the edge of the forest. But maybe they could build on the idea, or edit it in a way that suited them both, and more importantly; Inconvenienced Yanhua.

    ...Amarine





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    RE: She was yellow and grey, the colors of the day // Borderline - by Amarine - 01-11-2021, 02:20 PM



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