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    Assailant -- Year 226


    "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

    couldn't stop the ocean leaking in the cracks; demi
    Swimming was quite different than flying.  Within the atmosphere above you could see for miles on almost any given day, so long as the clouds didn't linger too low, or unless a thick cover of fog rose from the moist ground.  But within the water, especially at night, you could hardly see a foot in front of you.  But still I pushed on, scouring the ocean depths of any hint of my scaled sibling.

    I had to try at the very least.

    And try I did, for hours I searched the ocean bottom and everywhere in between.  The dark of night did me no favors in my quest to find Deiti and soon I begin to get weary.  Dusk turned to night and night into dawn, yet still I searched.

    My aquatic form surfaced for a breath, in the same moment my eyes gauged just how far away the Gates shore had become.  I had been searching for many hours but still I could make out the large expanse of land on the horizon.  And on it, as the sun began to rise, was a bright array of colors.  

    I decide then to make the trek back and update my friend on my failed attempt.


    The waters were calm making me glide effortlessly beneath the surface.  I could hold my breath for an impressively long time now, having grown accustomed to this form over the last several hours.  So, I flap my fins and kick my webbed feet to gain momentum as a smirk curls my beak ever so slightly.

    I lunge from the sea, breaking the surface and gliding over the stranger, I now realize is with Ruhr.  

    My shift from water creature to a more suitable flying form is flawless.  Flapping my large, feathered wings I go a short distance away before turning around.  Unsure if this stranger is friend or foe I decide to gauge the interaction on my gliding flight back to the pair.

    It takes no more than a second for me to assess the black form that has turned to watch me.  Her smile is just as toothy as I remember, and her scales just as brilliant.

    I descend my altitude, skimming across the shoreline before shifting once again.

    The forward momentum puts a two-beat pace in my steps, that which I continue until I am near enough to be heard. "Deiti!" I shout excitedly, she turns to face me and I stop, a bright expression on my face as I look to her with my two-toned eyes.

    Only moments after I stop are we embracing one another.  Water begins to moisten my eyes as I feel her warmth against my soft coat.

    Soon she pulls away and I can't help but sniffle a tear away.  My ears perk forwards to listen to her angelic voice, it was much softer than I remember.  She then looks to Ruhr and snickers at her comment, but the humor is lost to me as I reply, "I'm good Deiti, how are you?!"  My smile is bright as my eyes follow hers to Ruhr, "I didn't know you had Baltian ancestors too!"  Of what I knew about Ruhr and Stratos I would have never guessed his ancestors were from the water as well.  Clearly, I wasn't as quick on land as I was in the air.

    I walk a few steps towards the sunset adorn stallion, forming a tripod between them.  The sun's rays began to warm my speckled back as it lifts from the horizon.  "How did you find her!?" My eyes fall on Ruhr as I think of the long hours I had just spent searching.
    Legends & Myths

    Appearance: Penguin, then barn owl, then equine form

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