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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


    Oh, What Fickle Flame... [Smother, Any]
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    somebody make me feel alive

    The day is warm and the sun bright, inviting the silver queen to take a step back from her lofty throne and enjoy the fleeting summer. Like a doe she descends gracefully from the top of the waterfall. The queen had been spending a lot of her free time gazing out over the lands she now controlled thinking about the political actions of the few monarchs she had seen rule, but today was not a day for serious musings.

    With a song tickling her lips and a sense of freedom in her heart she left the Falls borders for the day. She felt almost criminal leaving her post but it was stressful attempting to rule a kingdom and Shatter needed a day to herself. The recent return of her daughter had brought forth a lot of questions and in honesty she just wanted an escape for a little bit. No kingdom or responsibilities for one day.

    She finds her hooves carrying her down a familiar path as she makes her way towards the meadow. Not much has changed here, it never does. She pauses to say hello to familiar faces and takes a brief walk down memory lane when she sees him. Wreathed in flame and standing proud, she blinks rapidly to make sure he’s still there, still real. Shatter hadn’t seen or heard from Tiberios since their daughter was born and seeing him now, even after the time that had passed still sent her heart aflutter. He bore some new scars and seemed angrier than she had ever seen him. It made her ache to see him like this. Not knowing if he would even want to see her, she conjures up her liquid outer shell and approaches.

    “Howdy stranger” she calls out jovially. The same words that had started their twisted relationship but with a touch of sorrow, of yearning lacing them. “You’re looking a little different, did you do something with your hooves?” She repeats the joke smiling at him, desperately hoping he remembers.

    Shatter Me

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    RE: Oh, What Fickle Flame... [Smother, Any] - by Shatter Me - 04-16-2015, 02:17 AM



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