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    COTY

    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


    where the stars go burning - anyone
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    For all the sharpness in his eyes, the coyote’s apology sounds genuine. Raene nods, a mute acceptance of it, but she is more interested in his answer to her questions.

    He does respond, but it is only with more riddles, and Raene’s warm yellow eyes darken for a moment to stormy grey. It is only puzzlement though, and not anger, and she muses over the meaning behind his words as he paces in front of her.

    The coyote doesn’t know if all coyotes can talk. But surely he should know? Why would a mother not teach her pups all there is to know about their kind? Unless…

    “Have you always been a coyote?”

    Perhaps he is like her Father – a shifter. Raene has always pined for such a gift, but her talents lie in altering hues rather than in molding shapes. Perhaps she could try though, once more. With a forrow of her brow, the young mare holds the shape of a coyote in her mind. Their yellow eyes and pointed teeth, and the lolling smile on the one before her.

    A few seconds tick by and her shape remains the same. Only her color has changed, from dusky grey to sandy brown with a mantle of ticked grey across her back. They match in color now, if not at all in appearance.
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    where the stars go burning - anyone - by RAENE - 07-24-2016, 01:25 AM
    RE: where the stars go burning - anyone - by RAENE - 08-06-2016, 01:48 PM



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