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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


    what shall we do with a drunken sailor [any]
    #2
    all things are possible
    even the worst of things
    It is an uncommonly lovely evening, the sun setting in such a way that the sky is dyed in wondrous hues of ochre and coral, lavender and plum, gold and white. A soft breeze billows about them with a hint of nip in the air, telling of the coming fall, but still warm enough to be comfortable. All of this the pewter stallion admires as he sedately walks the worn path to the meadow. He has been in the meadow oft of late. What else is a young stallion left at loose ends to do? Well, for Shahrizai the obvious answer is pester every horse he can find with an inordinate amount of questions.

    And so, here he is, looking for his next victim. Apparently not well enough however, as his next victim manages to stumble right into him. Quite literally. Jumping away, the blue colt flicks rounded ears forward, curiosity suffusing his features as he eyes the clumsy, poorly tuned stallion. His first thought is that the poor bugger is rather odd. Although, when it comes to odd, Shahrizai rather has that term cornered at the moment. His blocky head, rather than being topped with equine ears as one might expect, is instead graced with fuzzy rounded cat ears. If that was not odd enough, however, one might be even more shocked to realize that upon his rump sat a long, sinuous cat tail, rather than the classic banner like tail one might expect (granted, under normal circumstances, he would have had no tail, so it’s a step in the right direction at least). All of this is courtesy of a rather capricious fairy that had confused and astounded the poor boy when she had simply appeared out of nowhere, bequeathed him with the ears and a tail, and vanished, never to explain the reasons behind her actions. At this point, the only option he is left with is to make the best of it that he can.

    Quite frankly, the odd turn of events he had recently experienced is the last thing on his mind at this moment. No, at this moment the entirety of his rather formidable force of curiosity is turned onto the pale stallion before him. A snort escapes his nostrils as he cocks his large head, chocolate brown gaze fixed on the singing man.

    What’s that you’re singing? It doesn't sound familiar.

    A sudden frown turns down his dark lips as he realizes that perhaps the stallion is not doing this intentionally.

    Say, you don’t need any help, do you?
    shahrizai
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    All things are possible: - by Shahrizai - 04-17-2015, 03:21 PM
    All things are possible: - by Shahrizai - 04-23-2015, 02:38 PM
    All things are possible: - by Shahrizai - 05-21-2015, 01:57 PM



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