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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]  A Glittering Stranger
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    Enuis
     The tall stallion was walking slowly, partially because he never rushed and partially because he was walking beside a steep cliff. Enuis had been walking along the cliff edge for hours now. His slow trek had taken him from one side of the cliffs now to the nearing other side. The path ahead of him was lowering and climbing down, allowing access to the silvery beach. A small smile crept across his face. A smile of relief and exhaustion. His walk along the cliffs had been only a small part of his journey. Now, as he finally reached the silver beaches that he'd heard so much about a wave of happiness swept over him. Not overjoyed happiness. A calm, a tired happiness, the kind that falls over someone as they are about to drift to sleep. He stumbles down the path to the beach below. The sun setting in the west was illuminating everything in a way that made his flea bites sparkle brighter than usual. When his hooves touch the soft sand his smile widens. He has dreamed of beaches and oceans since he was young. The hypnotic force of the waves, the sand, the salty smell. He loves it all. His long legs move into a canter, rarely seen from the slow moving stallion. As he nears the water he slows abruptly, half rearing as an approaching wave threatens to grab his hooves. 

      The beach grows darker and the rising moon has begun to light the silver beach. Enuis stands still once more. His glittering gold coat contrasting strongly with the silver beach. "I'm finally here." he says with a small laugh. His hooves carry him into a trot and straight towards the water. The spring weather is not quite warm enough for an enjoyable time in the ocean water. But he doesn't care. His floaty gait moves alongside the waves now. His wet tail bouncing just below his hocks. This is quite unlike him. His rarely exerted energy is showing now as he moves through the shallow waves. Any other night he would be searching for a comfortable spot to drift away to sleep. But tonight he is by the ocean. He is drifting with the waves. His coat is thoroughly drenched now, the splashes from the waves have let him several shades darker. He has had such fun in years. His childhood dreams are coming true. And filling him with an exhilarating feeling. He has never felt so marvelous and he is relishing in the feeling. He flies into a gallop, his tired legs forgetting their soreness. The glowing sand beneath his hooves is pushing him faster. The joy on his face is true now. 

      It takes a good amount of time for him to tire. But, finally satisfied from his frolics in the night ocean, he leaves the water's side. His breathing is rapid and his body is trembling from exhaustion. But his face is illuminated in a smile. One that has not graced his beautiful face in years. Hie head is lowered now, his gold eyes are half closed as the sleepiness sets in. His now slow steps carry him to the end of the beach, far from the water. He leans his tired body against a rock and closes his eyes. Hoping sleep will find him. Now that his mind is at peace. Now that he is happy. 




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