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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


    a homecoming - straia, anyone
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    Killdare snorted, a response to the directness of it all, his breath pooling and collecting the shadows.  The bay shifted his position, the muggy earth squelching beneath his daggers. It filled his nostrils with damp as he rounded the flank of the gilded femme, settling in between her and Straia. Sea glass orbs scan the mare that stood before them more carefully. There was no reason to worry of the newcomer biting, he felt that if she decided to, there would be little he could do in counter. Though he held her in respectful regard, his eyes no longer demean the grey vix, they simply consider her. ”Anaxarete, pleasure.” He dipped his star adorned crown, ever the one for formalities.

    He himself could even be proud of the turnout.  The Chamber did not disappoint, a fair portion of the herd had filtered between the pines, as they should. Each movement symbolizing their strength, beauty, and courage. If nothing else, the Chamberlings did not lack for perseverance, nor teamwork. He was of the notion that most of them had assembled into a cohesive unit, all with the same underlying purpose. Serve the Chamber. However, there was newness still in their ranks. Firstly, Erebor had arrived, well, he had arrived looking like he had spent much too much time in a vineyard. His coat was a deep red, with hues of sky and moss woven through his mane. He did his best to not linger long on the Prince’s new dye job, he hadn’t known the circumstance. Besides, it was rude to stare. Even if the horse in question had received them often enough regardless.

    The next thing to catch his gaze was the return of the General, Warship. Killdare had yet a chance to meet the veteran, though he had wished very much to do so. The black stag’s chest was aglow with a marking, one he did not recognize. He would have to remember to converse with the warrior later, for now was not the time. What brought the most interest to the bulky cross, was the sorcerer’s final words. She had returned to serve the Chamber, and that brought a smirk to his chiseled jaw.


    Dutiful Soldier|Captain of the Chamber

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    Messages In This Thread
    a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Anaxarete - 07-05-2015, 10:10 PM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Engelsfors - 07-06-2015, 02:07 AM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Straia - 07-06-2015, 10:09 AM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Killdare - 07-07-2015, 08:50 AM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Erebor - 07-08-2015, 11:48 PM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Anaxarete - 07-19-2015, 11:41 PM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Warship - 07-20-2015, 01:57 AM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Engelsfors - 07-20-2015, 07:29 AM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Straia - 07-20-2015, 09:18 AM
    RE: a homecoming - straia, anyone - by Killdare - 07-20-2015, 04:54 PM



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