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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


    we are the memory of the smell of smoke; any
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    They were quiet as they moved through the snow, motion keeping stiffness from cold joints. Bragi delighted in the crunch of fresh snow beneath his hooves. Moonlight made the pristine world glitter, turned the scene into a monochrome palette. Elk was her name. He liked it for her. She had the stately height and regal bearing in common with the large animals, and a simple straightforwardness that made words feel unnecessary. Light brushes of skin against skin made him shiver. Physical contact was a part of his day to day life, but it always had a purpose. This was much less complicated. 

    When asked if he had a place to be, he smiled. "I have had the good fortune to come across your company, Lady Elk. I can think of nothing better than to be spending such an enchanting night with a woman who matches it." He replied, his tone sincere. He paused a moment. When was the last time he'd had the chance to play in snow? To frolic with juvenile abandon? He could honestly not remember. He glanced at Elk, she was a little ahead of him now. With a muffled wicker, he kicked a small mound of the white stuff together, and took careful aim. POOF. He had struck his little snow pile with a hoof, sending a cascade of clumped snow towards Elk's rump. He froze in suspense, waiting to see how shed react.
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    RE: we are the memory of the smell of smoke; any - by Bragi - 11-17-2017, 12:06 PM



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