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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


    i shall wear no crown and win no glory | killdare, warship/nymph, any
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    Oh, now this was surely something interesting. The moment the stallion had crossed the borders, Iona had felt it, and had started running for the edge of the territory. She couldn't explain what sense she was feeling, she just got a weird twinge in her gut whenever some horse arrived within the Chamber's lands, especially if it was a horse that either didn't belong here or hadn't been here in a long time.

    As she galloped along, Iona winced a little, still feeling a pain in her leg. She'd fought for her kingdom during the raid, and had sliced her leg in the process. The wound had already started to heal, but it left a nasty scar, and still ached when she put pressure on it on occasion.

    The stallion was easy to spot by the large tree that had once been burning an everlasting fire. The sight that it had finally ceased burning still surprised Iona to this day. She couldn't believed what had happened to their kingdom. In fact, she didn't want to think about it. Knowing that there had been multiple kingdoms to suffer - not just the Chamber - it just placed a new ache in her heart.

    Iona listened as the stallion called out a couple of names, several of which she recognized. Deciding to provide some entertainment for herself, Iona cantered over to the stallion, skidding to a halt a couple of feet away from him.

    Her flaxen mane fell over her chocolate brown neck, forelock falling to the side of her left eye and onto her forehead as she smirked at the stallion. Stamping her front hooves a little, Iona spoke up, "Looking for old friends of yours?" she asked, a bright look in her eyes.
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    RE: i shall wear no crown and win no glory | killdare, warship/nymph, any - by Iona - 08-04-2016, 02:58 PM



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