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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


    far off memory, like a scattered dream; aranea
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    holy heck yes that is right! too funny it is kemp x lady - ara's son and her enemy xD gosh it's been so darn long, my memory SUCKS =P

    Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
    Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide

    she wasn't entirely sure why she came here. aranea was certain it would only end up with her feeling frustrated - that much was inevitable. a lack of voice was more of a hindrance than she had ever known, more than she had experienced so far. with help she had always been heard - now she felt more alone than ever.

    you'd think she'd be used to it.

    fact of the matter was she ACHED for more to happen. aranea had returned with a yearning in her heart to experience the world, to live up to her name, her blood. to find those she had loved or perhaps find new ones to earn that right. not in the mushy you're my soulmate kind of way, but in the way of family and friendship and LOYALTY.

    the face that approached was not what she had expected.

    familiar - oh so heartbreakingly familiar! aranea stared and felt a swell of anger. though she might not recall exactly how the lady in red had slighted her she trusted that her instinct existed for a reason. but this was not that lady, and the more that she stared the more that she found another familiarity. this was the one that broke her heart.

    she had loved him. fiercely and protectively, she had loved him. her son, her beloved kemp, and this mare before her held enough of a shadow of him that aranea was immediately thrust in to the past. she could muster no words but instead a startled snort, followed by a questioning exhalation. who ARE you?



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    RE: far off memory, like a scattered dream; aranea - by Aranea - 09-25-2016, 11:57 PM



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