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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


    Chasing the Sun {Raelynx/ANY}
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    She blinks, emerging from under the craggy hills of the cove. Three years of age, this would be her first day of full maturity. It had been been a great deal of work and training that she had put in. Listening to everything her father would say to her. Ever hungering for that hot sweet touch of his. She could still clearly remember the first day that she had stepped into this land, the silver sand glistening under the sun. Bleached white, the blanket spraying out behind her with every powerful stride she took. Her hooves kicking up all the loose grains eating away the ground till it is nothing but a teary blur whipping away from her.

    She had just finished sharpening her horn, having finally started figuring out its uses. Spiraling from her head the black mane dripping in her eyes. The wispy strands having finally grown out after the last time that the stallion had burned them from her neck. As much as she reveled in his affections, she couldn't fully love him either. He took her pride, took her dignity, stole everything that made her, her.

    But in place of that she found his warmth, his correction, his desire to form her into a better creature then she had been. Her body still held the scars, still patches of hair and flesh were burned away leaving his signature all over her body.

    She forcefully steps into the ocean, forelegs sinking into the crisp water. Before the swirlingi suction pulls at them withdrawing from her coiling into itself. Almost in fear of her. That was where she could find her pride, things feared her, feared what her father had created. He had taught her well. Still continued to teach her. It had been almost 6 months since the last time she had talked back to the stallion.

    She hoped that he would show himself to her today. Maybe instruct her more in what it was that she needed to do. After all, he seemed to know best about everything.

    ANYX

    Scream, Shout, Justic, and Revenge are here

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    #2

    I love the way that your heart breaks
    with every injustice and deadly fate.

    Days blend and blur into one another, melting into a mass of time that holds little meaning to the charred stallion. He has never had any need to track his days better, for he has always existed upon his own schedule, doing what he would in his own time. Occasionally his siblings requested his presence, breaking the monotonous leisure of his days. Of course, what might be leisure to him would often be considered torture to others.

    He has slowly been collecting pupils with which to fill his days, those he might teach to love torment as he does. She is one such pupil. That she is off his blood makes little difference. If nothing else, it only made her more fit for the study.

    He had collected her some time ago. She had lived here quietly, quick to learn what he had to teach, even in spite of her defiance. In truth, this is likely what made her such an apt pupil. She could give as well as she could take. That is a rare quality indeed.

    He is not actually searching her out today, but when he sees her there upon the shores of the cove, he cannot resist approaching. It is his prerogative after all.

    She stands in the water, waves lapping at her slender legs. As he approaches, the flames envelope him in a sudden whoosh, fire crawling across his charred skin, caressing him with soothing heat. He steps into the water beside her, his burning body brushing subtly against hers in a touch too scorching to be ignored. The cool water of the ocean sizzles where it touches his skin, the liquid around his legs hissing and spitting as cold collides with hot. With a slow smile, he presses his muzzle against her crest in an almost affectionate gesture.

    Raelynx

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