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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


    Under the shady oak tree [Isobell/City/Any]
    #3
    sweet as sugar, hard as ice.
    if you hurt me once, i'll kill you twice.

    Nothing could be closer to the truth, cantankerous indeed. She is a bitter old woman, and rough on the edges. Although, no one can accuse her of being weak, or not caring; and even as they try, they cannot accuse of her of being disloyal. Because the purpose that drives her still burns deep in her soul. Sure her lack of patience and worse, her stubbornness may rub many the wrong way, but that doesn’t mean she is incapable of understanding. She will never be perfect, her faults are obvious ones, her qualities less so; but her vision is the same that many have held onto in the past. It’s never been just about herself, but about those she would call family.

    Some like to spit on her name, and say that she is a traitor. How can you call an immortal a traitor though? She grew up in the Valley, a diplomatic pawn of the Amazons, she came back to the sisterhood regardless, leaving everyone she called family behind. Her spirit though, it longed to wander and explore, to experience everything there was to offer. Two or was it four generations later? She can’t remember, details, she finally decided to fulfill her longing. When she did, the sisters rejected her, but how could they turn their backs to her like that? Could someone really expect an immortal to stay in one place forever? Besides, they were no longer her sisters. Most of them she couldn’t recognize even if they told her their names. After all she had sacrificed for them, did they really have good reason to judge her?

    For some reason though, she had to go back to them. As she does the world changes, becoming new. The sisterhood had fallen apart back when she first left them, and the brokenness hadn’t been repaired. Now she needed to find out if they were ready to repair that brokenness, or if she should once again slumber until the day they were? Green flashes sharp towards the voice. She’s about to snap a snide reply when a word tickles her ears. A word she hasn’t heard in a very long time. It takes the words from her, and she turns to face the greeter silently. The sounds of the sea beating out it’s rhythm. Sister, her voice cracks over the word, greeting the woman in return. She pauses, where to start; questions flood through her mind. How long? Slowly the sleep falls from her voice bringing it to the breathy softness she is used to.

    Her tail flicks as she steps closer to the mare, eyeing her over. Though quite a bit smaller and younger than herself; there is something about the female that pricks her interest. Then there are the scales brilliantly flashing in the light, they look as dark as her own coat. The luster in them however speaks of youth and vitality, something that she knows is only temporary for herself now. She can already see the gleam in her own coat fading, and the tight skin beginning to sag. It isn’t too bad, she probably looks about 8-10 years, just passing her prime. It’s a bittersweet sensation. To know that there is a clock on the time one is allowed, but another part of her worries. She doesn’t have forever to wait for the women to fix their brokenness anymore; she has years, and she is sure that it will take all of it to reestablish what had been lost. If not longer; and that is only if she can convince others to join with her to bring back what had been lost.
    Hestia


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    RE: Under the shady oak tree [Isobell/City/Any] - by Hestia - 11-18-2017, 02:46 AM



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