04-23-2016, 11:28 AM
"Good idea, Zayn dearest." Raincloud turned to Waylan. "I hope this little brat serves you well." And with that the blue roan mare walked back to her cave, humming as if she haven't a care in the world.
- Year: 233
- Season: Winter
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"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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Little lies and butterflies; Zayn, any
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