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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


    [private]  Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Santana)
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    The seals were barking. Even in the dark, they still make their raucous calls to each other, whenever their bodies tell them the sun should be rising. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't taken the matter into his own claws once or twice now, and silenced the noisiest offenders once and for all. Seal, he had discovered, was a filling but very greasy meat. 

    He was considering the pros and cons of thinning the herd once again, when a familiar voice reached through the night to grab his attention. "Eyas," he replied, catching sight of the soft warmth she emitted as she neared. His mouth softened into an unseen smile, glad for the distraction from his wailing beach-mates. 

    Her breathed hard for a minute, lungs like bellows stoking the fire within until his chest and throat glowed with molten heat. "Back so soon?" He asked, tongues of flame escaping his maw with his words. It was little enough light, but something was better than nothing. Darkness could be oppressive. He knew that as well as anyone else who'd lived in a cave for an extended period of time. 

    His orange glow illuminated the space between them softly, outlined their faces and reflected in their eyes. She'd been to see her brothers. The ones she had shared a womb with once. Their history was as tragic as the rest of her family's, and he hoped this visit had done some healing work for the three of them. 

    Catcher, he knew, was far better when it came to emotional issues. Something about symbolism and repressed feelings coming out in dreams. Things he didn't understand. But he could listen while Catcher was away, and he could offer distractions, if not solutions. Eyas, he had long since learned, was not a mare who appreciated being "saved" from her problems. A hard pill to swallow, but he'd mostly choked it down by now. 

    @[Eyas]
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    RE: Sidewalk scenes and black limousines (Santana) - by Santana - 01-07-2021, 08:25 PM



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