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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


    runnin' away to the riptide; Scorch/Any
    #5

    WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

    The pair seemed remarkably similar, at least by Scorch's reckoning; their silver eyes were equally guarded (though not in an unfriendly way), each of them hesitant to commit to what Scorch had to offer, though in the end they both did. The mutilated mare respected their commitment to themselves first, but even more so, she appreciated their willingness to trust both her and Nerine.

    They wouldn't regret it.

    A motherly smile spread her lips wide upon hearing and seeing the excitement of their daughters as they met for the first time. Knowing Mina well, Scorch could see the buzz of energy just below her skin that begged her not to be the prim and proper girl she had been raised to be. Well, such restraint deserves some reward, she figured. Tilting an ear to Sloene's gentle advise, Scorch did likewise and pressed her nose to Mina's spotted shoulder. "Watch out for your new friend, love. She doesn't know this place like you do yet." Nudging her rump, Scorch encouraged the girl to head off to somewhere they could still be seen, to play with and get to know her new friend.

    Turning to Sloene, Scorch perked her ears as they continued to amble through the cliff-side kingdom. Winter made the land slightly more unbearable than usual, but Nerine had yet to see its first snowfall - though by the look of those clouds, that may soon change. For now, Scorch focused on her newest recruit instead of the weather.

    A look of intrigue and surprise coloured her features at Sloene's final and abrupt admittance of secret talent - even Scorch did not expect such news from a mare as reserved and stand-up as this one. She nodded her head, brow cocked as she sees Sloene anew. "Well, the peace caste will be lucky to count you among its number... And I might advise a meeting between you and Nerine's Queen, Hestia." A knowing smile curled her lips. "Beqanna's air of peace and political naivety will not hold for long... and Nerine does not intend to stand by and watch as it happens. Rather, we want to make it happen."

    "But, more on that later. For now, you just settle in - you and Sochi are welcome at any time..."

    "Welcome to Nerine."

    Scorch

    Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle



    @[Philomena]
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    RE: runnin' away to the riptide; Scorch/Any - by Scorch - 03-04-2018, 07:36 PM



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