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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


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    #11
    So, there was food here after all. A wrinkle of confusion appeared on her face at the use of the word most - did some horses simply not eat? Was it voluntary; could they survive without doing so? Or ... were they forced to starve? "A game?" she questioned. What did games have to do with all of this?

    Abruptly, a multitude of sensations were forced upon her. Individually they would have been terrifying; the fear they caused simultaneously was beyond description. Her lungs seemed to refuse to move; her chest clenched for want of air and her windpipe burned. She lifted a hoof and found her mind assaulted with the sensation of falling from a great distance; the illusion of deadly rock spires below her approaching but never quite connecting with her flesh. Past her fell desiccated skeletons and rotting faces barely recognizable as her family's.

    Panicking, Mori tried to move again - and suddenly she was spinning faster and faster; her vision blurring and unable to focus on anything. Unseen beings lashed out at her, their touch freezing cold. Constellations in the sky - which she could have sworn hadn't been there before - somehow shattered in bursts of greenish smoke, creating a gigantic cloud that engulfed her and oh, every part of her body felt as though it was burning, dissolving -

    She finally found her footing on the actual ground and raced away, barely avoiding several falls as she stumbled over the remains of the illusion. Deciduous trees and boulders blurred past her; it was a miracle she didn't hit anything in her panic. The white mare galloped wildly in a seemingly random direction, desperate to flee the fears that plagued her. It wasn't until her lungs burned in her chest for real this time that she slowed down and gradually came to her senses. What was that?!

    Had Ouija been responsible? But - he'd warned her of an evil that lurked within the redwood forest and had taken her to a far more beautiful place, even if it was apparently lacking in food. How and why would -

    Food. Was it possible that the horses in the forest fed on fear instead of grass? That was - so - wrong. Fear was intangible, obviously. What kind of world was this?! Not only did it make no sense, but horses apparently fed on others' worst fears and enjoyed it. What a horrible place.

    --exit
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