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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


    the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any
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    the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
    great clouds rolling over the hills
    and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel
    like nothing's changed at all?

    She’d suggested he use his wings to visit the new lands, and he had. Sort of. In any case, he’d been aloft for quite some time, and had flown over the lands, checking them out from the air, but none of them had inspired him to land, much less attempt to make a home there. None of them compare to his Tundra, but even Brennen has him limits to how long he can live in the Meadow, and he’s reached them. But even now, homeless, even having not sired his own children for many years (though he is sure he will again), Brennen is not without responsibilities and loyalties. A brief jaunt back to the Meadow to let his granddaughters know where he is headed, and finally he is once more soaring over the ocean. Over Nerine, this place he is considering making his home. It actually seems like a good place for the girls, at least, because it is easy to imagine them in the Amazon jungle, in an earlier time.

    Whether it will be a good place for an old, somewhat reticent, lifelong brother of the Tundra remains to be seen.

    The sea, at least, is a familiar scent. He was born on the beach, after all, and the Tundra had reached the sea as well (though the scent of ice and seawater is distinctly different than all of this sand). He doesn’t land right away, winging his way instead back and forth lower to the ground than usual, taking it all in. Or at least everything he can see from the air – the caves will require further scrutiny on his own four legs. But at long last, he does land. The sand feels different beneath his hooves, rises in tiny wind storms from the backdraft of his wings at landing, but a few steps forward bring back the muscle memory of how to move in the deceptive footing (and memories of Morphine and her desert, but he pushes those away).

    Lifting his dark muzzle from an exploratory poke of the shifting sand beneath his hooves, he looks around, and waits. Someone will come to him, he is sure.

    brennen
    immortal, winged, bone-bending, ice-manipulating Tundra warrior


    This sucks and I'm sorry but I had to post someone to get myself rolling. @[kahzie]


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    the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any - by Brennen - 01-16-2017, 08:50 PM



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