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    COTY

    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


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    The warm spring day keeps Crota moving through the tall grasses as the early signs of new life make their way into Beqanna. It's beautiful this time of year when the baby birds hatch from their eggs, the butterflies crack free from their cocoons... Everywhere one looks, there was something new to see, to take in and admire. Throughout the lands the trees were blooming and becoming green as can be, while the wildflowers gently upwrapped themselves from their tiny buds. And though it seems almost as though she lives here lately rather than amongst the hills, even in the field there are many new things making their appearance in response to the spring season.

    As she stands in the meadow, her bright blue eyes trace over the small creatures with their freshly hatched or birthed young ones and a small smile tugs at the corners of her pink lips. For a while she zones out, almost entranced by the freshly created world around her. That is until a bright yellow catches the corner of her eye, directing her attention to the black and yellow ombre mare. With a tilt of the head she watches her curiously, completely surprised at the bright coloring. Unlike the majority Crota had yet to see such extreme colors and though she had known and seen the abilities that existed within Beqanna lands she had not yet come to know that horses truly could be the colors of the rainbow as well.

    For a while the small spotted mare continues to watch her as she moved closer and closer until another (one of a blue roan color she has seen many times before) finally makes their approach. For a while she waits, trying her hardest to be patient; she doesn't want to approach as soon as the other, for doing so could overwhelm the other and she didn't want to do that. No. She wanted to prevent the unusual colored mare from feeling pressured. And so she waited; until finally the first to approach introductions were out of the way.

    Stepping forward the spotted mare's short yet muscular legs carry her towards the two until finally she has joined their group and coming to a stop she nods in welcome to the both of them. "Hello, I'm Crota," turning her attention mostly to Arete, she grinned. "I like your colors, they are quite pretty." It's a statement as innocent as they come and she means no harm by it. "Are you enjoying this weather?" It's a simple question, but why rush?



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    no-one's going to save you; ANY - by Arete - 03-23-2017, 01:21 PM
    RE: no-one's going to save you; ANY - by crota - 04-08-2017, 08:05 PM



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