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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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    [open]  aint nothing better when the wind runs cold
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    The onyx vixen slithers through the ruins with faked intent. Entendu hasn't shown her face in quite some time. Infact, she had fled. Beqanna was not the place she used to know, the place she used to parade around looking for trouble and craving chaos. Everything was different, ruined. What brought her back, well that was not entirely clear. Perhaps it was simply boredom, and the knowledge that though it had taking a beating, her old homeland still stood. Maybe it was nostalgia, his name still lingering on her tongue. Whatever the reason, she was back, and ready to dive back in.

    Snaking through the boulders and still standing stones, her gait had not changed over the years. Every leg lifted with flare, hooves striking the earth ever so precisely, as if she were dancing across the land. Occasionally she brushed a jagged rock, scraping her skin just enough to scratch, but not to bleed. She didn't mind. In fact she quite liked the prickles of pain on her bodice, it meant she felt something. She found herself already growing bored, restless. That's when she spotted him. He was hard to miss, mind you. He looked more like a Dalmatian than a horse, with his spotted body perched over the land. She found herself staring at his wings. No matter how many strange and beautiful equines she'd come across, it always enchanting to lay eyes on them. Other than the reddish hues peeking through her mane and a few white marking, Entendu knew she was quite bland compared to the other creatures who claimed this place as home. This only fueled her confidence, as in her much younger years she tended to dazzle the studs surrounding her with no problem.

    Without so much as a second thought, her legs carried her upwards. Cerulean eyes remained locked on her target, even as the unsteady footing beneath her shifted and rolled. When she finally reached him, a coy grin had already made itself present upon her velvety lips, her eyes twinkling with intrigue. "Awfully high up aren't we?" She questioned, ignoring his uninviting gaze. "What brings you up here, stranger?"






    entendu
    I am heaven sent, don’t you dare forget.

    @Valdr hope you don't mind me popping in! I haven't posted with her in forever
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    RE: aint nothing better when the wind runs cold - by Entendu - 10-05-2022, 08:21 AM



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