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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


    but when you wake up she's always gone, gone, gone; any
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    Clarisse
    She's elegant, and sweet but perhaps her idea of allowing the child to call her mommy had made her into a monster. She watches as the little girl scuttles, back she seems frightened, and Clari's heart breaks once more. If only she could press a reset button, maybe they can start on the right foot? Maybe she could offer to aid in finding the little girl's mother, perhaps that would work? But with a worried glance towards the little girl, Clari begins to see the little girls boundaries, she had already stepped out of place offering her her muzzle to the little girl. If Clari were in her place she would do the same.

    She's tempted to say something, to apologize. But she's interrupted by the masculine vocals of another, "No one is moving.". She remained in a sense of silence watching Eri, as she was covered with confusion of both of them. The peculiar stallion, and herself. Her dark chocolate gems fall upon him, inspecting him with a weary swish of her tail. What did he mean by no one is moving? He had little control over either of them.

    Then Eri speaks up, and Clari gladly answers trying to redeem herself in some way, "I'm Clarisse. Clari for short." Her sweet honey dipped words ring out, allowing her almost friendly glance to return to the orange colored stallion. 

    With the shuffling of foliage, Clari's attention shifts to a mare breaking out of the foliage and shouting out like a dog on the hunt. "FOOL!".... "What are YOU doing?!" The ebony maiden stands wide eyed watching, she hadn't expected for the den to be so active, wasn't this place usually rather vacant? Instead of bustling with activity? Puzzled by the mare, she remains silent allowing her limbs to stiffen in a weary manner, and her tail to whisp by with uncertainty.

    She remains still, like a deer in headlight until there is a brief pause of silence, and allows her to relax only slightly of course. And with sightly stiffen limbs, she steps forth her milk chocolate eyes meeting with the new mare to join the petite little bunch. "And you are?" She manages to blurt out, with less of an elegance poised in her vocal chords.
    dont make promises that you cant keep
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    Agh wut is this XD
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    RE: but when you wake up she's always gone, gone, gone; any - by Clarisse - 12-01-2016, 12:40 AM



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