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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

    [private]  chaser [Aurora]
    Diable Rouge

    Diable Rouge had promised her he'd come back this time, after he had found their son. 

    Admittedly, that task took him longer than expected, and Phoebus was not particularly happy to see him. Diable Rouge was disappointed, but not surprised. He couldn't imagine the pain, anger, and confusion his son was feeling...but what mattered is that Phoebus was alive, and would go to the Dale to see his mother eventually. Rou had secretly hoped Phoebus would travel with him, but his baby was not such a baby anymore, and he had to accept that. Maybe one day he could forgive, but for now, Rou had other things to attend to. 

    The journey to the Dale was pleasant until it wasn't. The rocky terrain proved hard for Rou to navigate, and he tried his best to stay on the pathways, avoiding the boulders. He was thankful when he finally reached the center of the kingdom. The crisp autumn wind blew gently through his thick mane and the chaser decided to trot to the large, crystalline lake. He bowed his head and took a long drink of water. 

    When he finally raised his head, he flared is nostrils, trying to catch the scent of AuroraElis. There were a lot of scents, but he couldn't quite place hers. Diable Rouge let out a nicker, calling to her, urging her to come to him. 
    I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure

    @ AuroraElis


    She had made the return alone that evening.  Her children remained scattered about their world, and each took a bit of her soul with them.  She only hoped one day they would come back to her.  That they remembered how much she loved them and that they always had a special place in her heart, however broken it may be.

    The air was much cooler tonight.  The seasons again were changing and quickly nearing was winter.  She wasn't acclimated to the extremes of the weather changes of the north and tonight the chill nipped a bit deeper into her core.

    The stars twinkled brilliantly in the black sky.  Not a cloud to be seen.  The moon, no more than a sliver high in the sky did little to light her path home.  But she knew the way and she could smell the familiar scent of freshwater that would lead her back.

    As she neared, a distant but familiar call floated over the breeze.  Her steps paused as her ears twisted atop her feminine face.  Even in the faint moonlight the cream color of her body was notable, revealing her presence to the one that called to her.

    For a moment her sadness lifted.  The outline of his face soon coming into focus as she neared.  "Rou... You came," she whispered into the night...

    Not all that glitters is gold

    @Diable Rouge  <3
    //Healing-Peacock Wings(flightless)\\
    Diable Rouge

    It doesn't take her long to find him. 

    The night sky is clear of clouds, allowing the twinkling stars to refract light off the freezing lake. Winter is fast-approaching, and with each blow of the wind Rou shivers. He sighs solemnly, thinking of his Tephra home, constantly warmed by the towering volcano. But as Aurora approaches him, her delicate cadence dancing off his ear drums, he feels the chill in his bones heat up slightly. He turns to face her, giving her a soft smile. 

    "I promised I would...I'm sorry it wasn't sooner." He says, inching closer to her. He can sense some lingering sadness in her voice, and he looks into her eyes. Even in the dark of night, he can see that they are watery. His brows furrow and he pulls her into a comforting embrace. "What's wrong? What happened?" He asks. He allows her the room to step away if she wants, but his head drapes around her neck so that she is against his broad chest. He silently wonders if Phoebus had found her, if perhaps the meeting didn't go as well as he had hoped and that's why she was upset. Or perhaps, he hadn't found her at all yet, and she was sad for another reason. 

    Diable Rouge allows her the room to vent, listening quietly. 
    I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure

    @ AuroraElis something short for now <3

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