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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


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    Summer School - drama and English
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    They had just finished their most recent assignment, when suddenly the teacher arose from his seat.  Swiftly, and without warning, they had been transported to a time and place he is unfamiliar with.  Here the creatures like him had dooned contraptions upon their face and backs.  Leather straps and metal rings fastened the unnatural pieces to their bodies and his fiery eyes had starred in sheer terror.  When he had finally realized that his classmates and even himself wore such things, his eyes had grown wide.  The deep hue of their red had burned with intensity before he had lunged into a canter across the sizeable paddock.  His classmates had disappeared along with the teacher and he had found himself alone.

    Not completely though, other horses had been housed within their own paddocks.  Some accompanied by strange creatures on two legs, that had held leads attached to those straps upon their faces.  He had come to a stand on the far side of his enclosure to watch from a safe distance.  Nares flared to catch scents upon the light breeze as he had looked on.  Maybe it was is nervousness that had caused the neighboring equine to approach.  They had whickered a greeting to him and it took all his strength to peel his eyes from the aliens to look at the roan. "Hello," she had said, "You must be new here.  I am Pistol.  What is your name?" He had no time for small talk and gave nothing but a snort to the horse.  His gaze had returned to the activities near the stable, noting a few small two-legged things running towards his pen and having jumped up onto the picket fence.  Noises had emitted from them that he did not understand, which had caused him to become even more unsure of their presence.  His head had tucked to his chest in a threatening display.  Half rearing, he had settle back onto his hunches and raked the air with his hooves.  A deep whinny had rattled through his chest cavity as he landed again on all fours.  His eyes had viewed others having begun to gather near the smaller beings, 'Stay away from here. That thing is crazy and will hurt you,' they had said though he understood none of it.  

    Soon the two-leggeds had walked away with a backwards glance but nothing more.  A satisfied snort and toss of his head had been given, before looking to the roan. "Zain," is all he had said before lunging into a canter towards the other corner...


    OOC: Short but something at least. Now to work whoohoo :|
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    RE: Summer School - drama and English - by Zain - 08-08-2018, 08:08 AM
    RE: Summer School - drama and English - by Elvin - 08-08-2018, 11:52 PM
    RE: Summer School - drama and English - by Pond - 08-08-2018, 11:53 PM



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