Beauty and Rage [Imperial/Any]

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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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Beauty and Rage [Imperial/Any]

Kuma

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09-16-2017, 10:30 PM

The mare leans against the cavern's wall, her attention drawn to the figure that soon comes into view. His silver-black coat gleams in the soft daylight, as he searches for grass beneath the blanket of snow. His golden locks cover his view, and she is amused by how unaware he is of her presence. She cocks her head slightly, and smiles at him, unsure if she should reveal herself or not.

After a moment, Kuma emerges from her cove, the cold air still and dry. She is quiet in her approach, coming up to his side, giggling at his ever-hidden eyes. The pintaloosa halts, then stretches her neck forward.

"Hello." She whispers, bringing her head back to her chest and waiting for a response.

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