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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


    burning cities and napalm skies; anyone
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    The sound of hooves pulls Starlin from her thoughts, and she turns to see a familiar roan mare. She’s seen Volcan’s from a distance a few times, but the grullo mare had not yet made the time to greet the newcomer. It seems Volcan has taken it upon herself to do so, which Starlin is grateful for. She tends to put off social interaction whenever possible. Not out of dislike of her companions, of course; she simple prefers her solitude.

    “Hi Volcan," she replies, dipping her head in a polite nod of greeting. The silvery mare thanks her for telling her about Nerine that long-ago day in the Field, and a quick smile flashes across her dark mouth. “I can’t blame you for trying out Ischia first; I hear the island is like paradise on earth - if you like parrots, that is."

    The inquiry into her origins is unexpected but not unwelcome.

    “Neither, actually." She says, “I came with my mother as a child; she’d grown tired and wanted to come back to Nerine." Not to Nerine, really, Starlin knows, but to those who lived here and called it home. “I’ve never thought of leaving though, so I suppose I might as well have been born here; I have few memories of my time in Sylva."

    “And you?" She asks, surprised at her own curiosity. “Is this your first foray into the Amazonian way of life?"


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    RE: burning cities and napalm skies; anyone - by Starlin - 03-03-2018, 04:57 PM



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