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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


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    ith each sentence, the boy becomes more interesting and yet more frustrating. Kamaria doesn’t understand him, doesn’t comprehend the ways he can feel so deeply. She’s the daughter of a stallion with too many emotions and a mare with none at all. And she’s a strange mixture of the two of them, gifted with the ability to control, change, and create emotions but unwilling and incapable of acknowledging her own.

    She can observe his panic from afar, but it doesn’t find a way to her heart. It doesn’t soften it or give her empathy or remind her of a similar experience. Kamaria merely observes him and his anxiety, wondering if it makes him weaker or stronger. At this moment, love feels the same way. She’s seen the way her mother’s eyes grow soft when she mentions Tiercel, and she can hear the heartbreak and adoration in the boy’s voice when he talks about his family. But these are things she watches from a distance with a lukewarm expression. She could replicate them, sure, if she has enough time to play with the feeling, but the pale girl knows she won’t find those emotions within her, no matter how deep she looks.

    Kamaria can admit that it’s strange someone would want to rip a child away from their family. She might not feel the full range of emotions, but she’s beginning to understand morals. Kamaria is the same age as the boy, and when her nose slowly moves away from the leaves, she watches him with a sharper intensity. Breach doesn’t sound scary or dangerous, but she does sound ruthless and mean. For a moment, the girl mentally commends the big-bad-wolf. She must be pretty void of feeling, pretty guiltless, to force a child away from their family.

    The boy’s next words whisk whatever Kamaria was going to say out of her mind. His statement does annoy her, and she forcefully pushes this emotion in his direction like a gust of warm air. But it backfires on him; it makes her want to stay even more, to prove to him that she wants to visit even if she’s being watched. Deep down, she’s annoyed that she let that detail slip, that she exposed a spot of weakness and he took advantage of the opportunity she gave him.

    Kamaria’s navy-tipped ears press toward her head, and she snakes her head toward the boy, young teeth clacking. “Yeah, you are, and I’m still here.” Her chest feels tight all of the sudden, and she can’t figure out if it’s from her anger or if his warnings are actually getting to her. She’s pulling her head back toward her chest when a creaking sound comes from the tree above their heads, followed by a snap.

    She can’t help but scream and jump, feeling the hairs along her spine prickle, and then she says, “Okay, I’m out of here, see you later, bye!” in a quick rush. In the moments between her scared hop and the words, she starts sprinting toward Loess.
    credit to nat of adoxography.


    @[Selaphiel]




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