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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


    Can You Handle This Much Merry? ||Merry||
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    She smelled of forest. That was the first thing he noticed. Granted, he should've noticed first that she was green, but he hadn't met many - or any - other horses yet and simply took it as normal. She wasn't like his Mommy, or him, but she was exactly like herself. That seemed normal enough, in his child's mind. He could only take it as fact and continue on.

    So she smelled of forest. And he liked that.

    He could only smell it faintly, since she was so far away. And running. She looked like she might be pretty fast, and honestly, he was perfectly content to just watch from where he was. He'd never met anyone else, and wasn't sure he wanted to. It seemed scary. What if she didn't like him?

    So he huddled in his little shadowy place beside a tall tree, dusty blue eyes peering out quietly and watching her run and play, catching her eyes when she glanced around. And immediately blushing and looking away. Oh gosh, and hopefully she hadn't noticed him. He hadn't meant to interrupt her play! Was only watching. But watching everything! Not just her, not creepy or anything.

    Oh, god, he was terrible at this, and did the best he could to sink deeper into the shadows to hide his growing blush, wishing that she truly hadn't caught sight of him.
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    RE: Can You Handle This Much Merry? ||Merry|| - by Cimmerian - 09-08-2018, 07:37 PM



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