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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]  Driven Memories
    #1
    The world was silent, dark and still in the fall of the night. Even the insects found themselves muted as the brilliant silver of the moon overhead tried its best to chase the shadows that coiled through the wooded landscape. A lone figure moved with an easy grace, weaving to the left, then right around the trees as if she followed an unseen path. The rich earthly brown of the equines coat looked nearly black, a feat that only enhanced the glittering white gold of her mane and tail. Black eyes were lifted towards the velveteen landscape studded with twinkling lights even as the mare navigated the treacherous terrain without a hesitation in her quiet step.

    Up ahead the trees parted briefly, allowing a brief glimpse of the forest floor and a clear view of the sky. At its edge the mare paused, her barrel expanding before deflating in a heavy sigh that left puffs of fading white to fill the cool night hair before it to was swallowed up in darkness. How she loved the night, the peace, the quiet, the solitude. In the night you only had yourself to rely on, to trust. Very few creatures stirred in the twilight hours, which suited the lonely figure just fine.

    Usually…

    But tonight there was a restlessness that flickered in her soul, a spark that pushed her legs into motion. She knew, though she did her best to forget, what tonight was. It had only been a year, one single year since the roar of the red dragons swallowed up everything she’d known and loved. She could still feel the searing heat that had stolen even the breath from one’s lungs, and the pain that left the mind blank. Her entire existence changed that awful night, one year ago tonight.

    Where she would normally enjoy the darkness, tonight she pushed through it, silently running from the nightmares that plagued her memories. And with that unseen demon riding her hooves she took a step forward into the silver moonlit clearing.
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    #2
    cause i’m so dope and you’re a fiend



    The night seemed like such an appropriate time to begin a new life. No real closure, overall emptiness, and a sneaking suspicion that no one would really care to bother him. Hackjob gazed around rather unbothered, unhurried, and rather unimpressed in general. It never really mattered what brought you to a knew place, did it? Some people fled from their homes for freedom. For the taste of a life they knew full and well they were never going to attain chained to the place where their deepest ties and secrets were held. Some people left because they were restless. Some left to chase their dreams, to attain everything in life they knew they were destined to achieve. The worst of it all was, some left for love. Those ignorant, blinded fools would actually chase love anywhere it went. Hackjob, of course, would never be that foolish. Or so he told himself. The truth was she was always grasping tightly to the back of his mind. Many times he found himself forgetting to breathe, or walking for miles and miles at a time without noticing his surroundings.



    You see, he'd been dissociating from place to place since her. And although most found him to be horribly boring, annoying and dull even, he simply could not find it in himself to care anymore. In fact, he'd all but forgotten what emotions felt like in general. His dappled green skin flinched as a twig slapped his body, and as he finally started surveyed his surroundings, he was made suddenly aware that it was indeed, spring. He paused briefly, eyes rolling upwards as he tried to recall how long exactly he'd been walking. How far back he'd left her. But the months meant nothing and his eyes were beginning to flutter from exhaustion.


    Wherever the hell he was, his past did not seem to be present. As if suddenly waking from a dream of falling, his whole body twitching, he realized he was not walking alone. Hackjob was unsure if he had been following her, the dancing figure. He wasn't sure exactly what drew him in, probably the fact that he never learned from his mistakes and had no real concept of proper social etiquette. Yet, even with his knees were beginning to stiffen, he trudged forward. She seemed youthful, and without her glowing mane and tail she was nearly invisible. 

    "Hi, hello there."

    The words came out unnaturally and subconsciously. A brief cringe, as he drew closer. Part of him hoped she would ignore him. Afterall, a stranger creeping from the shadows probably wasn't what she came searching for. The other part hoped she might be able to inform him as to where exactly he was. Regardless, he paused to see if she might just turn around, trying to breath and compose himself.

    ooc: sorry part of this was recycled from my first post with him. I am so so rusty and haven't done this in years so please bare with me!









    @Valoris 
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    #3
    As those hooves rose and fell in a steady albeit slow dance over the moss covered earth dampened from the drifting mists that shifted with the play of the winds spilling through and around the trees, the mares midnight eyes closed. Her mind was tormented by the images of the past, even as her nostrils flared to take in the crisp night air that herald the coming of spring. But her mind twisted the scent, burning trees, embers alight with both life and death filled her senses. Those soldiers of dark chocolate that looked black in the twilight despite the filtered moonlight that shown like silver tendrils down around the clearing, were flickered back, flat against the sleek skull, so much so that they were nearly hidden by the shimmering pale gold silver mane that rose and fell gently in time with each step. The urge to bolt, had those powerful muscles tense, shivering beneath her pelt. At least until a voice broke through the haze of nightmares that tormented her mind.

    The moon was reflected in the depths of those eyes as they snapped open, a single spear swiveled towards the strange voice that held a stallions depths to it. It took but a moment to pick the dappled green coat out from the darker backdrop. In and instant her limbs froze, the cascade of silk twitched, to slap at her flanks. But the male brought about the distraction she needed but would not admit to needing.

    “Hello…”

    Though her voice was as smooth as honey, and just as sweet, it was apparent she did not speak much. She did not shift towards the stallion, but neither did she move away from him. Guarded but…curious. Mentally she shoved the memories to the back of her mind, knowing this was simply a brief respite. Soon enough, once she was alone again, they would strike and claw at her soul with an unforgiving vengeance.

    @Hackjob
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    #4
    cause i’m so dope and you’re a fiend



    Whether he was dismayed or pleased, he watched with curiosity as she took in his frame. He reprimanded himself yet again slipping from the darkness in a rather discomforting manner. His mother has always taught him not to talk to strangers. Her voice, her very being seemed so far removed from him now. Her velvety, warming voice was now trapped so deep in his mind that trying to recall it only caused him sorrow. But he remembered she taught him never to talk to strangers. Sometimes, he wished he had headed her warning. She was a stranger. A horrifyingly, intoxicating siren who lured him in with the promise of love. For years, it felt real. His heart had been so full that his chest surely would burst open to make more room. She was the single most important thing in his life, until she became the catalyst for it's demise. 

    Her voice came back so clearly, no matter how forcefully he shoved it down. Crisp, cheerful, smooth, the kind of voice you could trust. When you love someone like that, that deeply, their flaws cease to exist. Their words always ring true, even when they're laced with venom and deceit. He was unaware that he had drifted off again, his eyes blurring as he retreated into the void that was life before now. It was all gone, so why could he not harness his anger to push through? Why was he constantly yearning for what used to be.

     
    Inhaling deeply, he tilted his head slightly in the direction of the stranger before him. "Hello...", her words lingered. After not hearing another speak for god knows how long, he was surprised to be so soothed by them. Her single word was soft, beautiful. Internally, he scolded himself for even thinking that. Had he learned nothing of romanticizing strangers?

    "I uh, I'm sorry if I startled you..." He began hesitantly. Though his frame was a little larger, he tried cocking his back leg and relaxing his shoulders to seem small. He had already sprouted from darkness with no real reason for disturbing her, the least he could do was attempt to be polite about it. Polite. Another thing he had not attempted in quite some time. "My name is Hackjob," a brief pause as his gray eyes observed her body language. "Is there something I may call you?" 









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