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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 crow flies straight | birthing, anyone
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    She doesn’t question the mystery of how the Queen finds the fragile trio; she only slides her cool sulfur eyes over the tobiano. Oleandar moves forward, a genial smile and a nod to greet her superior but nothing more than that as she moves passed her to peer out onto the open beach. No one followed her, good. Oleandar remains in the dimly lit cave mouth, water falling in a violent curtain behind her and beads across her folded and compressed powdery wings. 

    At first City had no real like for Nayl and surely through no fault of the tobiano’s. Time has worn her resolve though, and now when her eyes fall onto the Queen’s tired face she see’s someone she respects, a Queen, a real one. The Queen of quiet rubble, it seems, but a monarch with wisdom none-the-less. The freckled gray is weak and when she rises to her feet she does so shakily and with a series of groans and creaks. The mother bends down to touch her gray nose against the baby’s wet shoulder, and then her scaled, clawed wings; fire. The word rattles across the echoing basin of her thoughts and her lips pull into a grin involuntarily. “Wrena…” She peels her gaze reluctantly from her child and levels it with Nayl’s.

    It’s been a while.” She smirks, but makes no more effort to tease the monarch. Nayl knows more about the conditions of Nerine far better than City, certainly. And the Queen has a jab herself, one that brings a small chuckle across her dark lips. “Ah yes.. rules are just obstacles to be evaded or hurdled over.” Another chortle presses through her stiff lips. Laughter isn't normally part of her interaction arsenal... The cave of women is calm and roaring with the lull of crashing water, a rare moment of communal peace. Woman have a way of magic about them even if they possess no miracle-making and that vibration can certainly be felt flowing between them, over the cold damp rock and blanketing their little hide-away.
     

    city

    in the bleak midwinter




    @[Nayl] 
    omfg i'm sorry its been four years to wait for this garbage
    <333 i fricking love nayl and i see her becoming the ONE living being city genuinely likes besides her kids XD


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    RE: the crow flies straight | birthing, anyone - by City - 09-03-2017, 07:59 AM



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