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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


    Unbound, unkempt, uncertain [Anyone]
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    Kasanova

    Having grown up in a land of debauchery and lust he had learned many tricks from his mother and father.  Only a little over a year now, his knowledge of all these things were far greater than anyone his age should know.  His parents were not shy about such activities, as were none in Sylva.  So he quickly picked up on the languages of both body and speech.  Testing his skills on mares of young and old.  He wasn't particular to any age.  Sylva grew boring eventually.  Same old horses, different day.  So he decided to set out to explore the unexplored edges of his world.

    Hearing that Hyaline was a kingdom for fresh minds he opted to head in that direction.  Skirting around the outer edge of the bordering kingdom.  Bringing him into the commonlands of the river.  His cream coat glistened in the summer sun.  Contrasted edges of inky black made him eye catching to most that he passed.  What he lacked in height was made up by the bulk of his well muscled body.  A product of his lineage.  The muscles of his broad chest flexed as he walked along a beaten path.  Nares drawing in deep breathes of air littered with others scents.  Hazel eyes roamed over the scenery he passed with little interest in the backdrop of forest.  An opening through the trees catches his attention though.  It wasn't often he found a place that lacked the shelter of the trees in vast expanse.  Typically it was a break in the canopy here and there.  

    Ebony limbs move him steadily towards an open field.  Looking out he can see groups of equines gathered together.  A particular pair - just emerging from the forest - catches his interest.  The breeze brings their scents to him.  Marking them mares.  Ebony lips pull into a one sided grin as his eyes scan over their physique.  He does not hear the details of their conversation but decides to interject.  Meandering casually over to where the pair finally come to rest.  His voice smooth as honey, "Good day Ladies.  How are we on this fine afternoon?" Hazel eyes shift from one face to the next.  Collecting their answers for further conversation... 

    You are more than just a pretty face




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    RE: Unbound, unkempt, uncertain [Anyone] - by Kasanova - 12-03-2017, 01:36 PM



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