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    COTY

    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


    Come, my sweets (birth, any)
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    Nadyah scans the clearing, trying to find a good place to birth. The pain more frequent, more intense. She cries out in pain. Eyes wild, she spots a small hollow in a patch of woods. She just makes it into the clearing, when the foal starts to slip from her. Hurriedly, our dear mother layed down and birthed. She saw his silver bay coat. His long legs. His high cheekbones. He looked like her and Kii. He had her amazing gentle eyes. Yet, he had high cheekbones. She figured that was somewhere in her family. She calmly groomed the young colt. His eyes, big and full of curiosity. He was a handsome foal.

    (ooc: Aww. Smile can't wait to see this little guys adventures!)
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