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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


    you give me something to believe in; Roseen
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    Kensa

    Beqanna had awoken from it's winter sleep and gone all green and bright. It's beauty in this season of renewal was breathtaking and for Kensa was a vast improvement over the dull and dead world she had arrived in a few months ago.  The sturdy mustang mare came back into the common lands for the first time since her initial arrival, drawn by the mystery of the parts of the continent that she had not yet explored. 


    Head high, as always, her eyes eager and expression open, her gait was fluid and she moved confidently into the unfamiliar meadow. Swift and strong, Kensa was ever alert but didn't expect she would encounter any trouble in the wide meadow. The unexpected being what it was she would just have to take it as it came. What she did know was that she was bound to meet with strangers in the wide open green space, where grazing seemed to be good and there were few places for nasty creatures to hide. This time of year and eager stallion might try to ambush her but that was a risk she took anywhere. Life could not be lived hiding from every possible negative occurrence, could it?


    The afternoon sunlight highlighted her liver chestnut hide in a pleasant way as she halted on a green rise on the north end of the meadow. It wasn't a hot day, a breeze pulled at her mane and  twisted her flaxen tail around her strong hocks cooling the light sheen of sweat that glittered on her skin. From this vantage she took the measure of the variety of other equine in the area much as she had when she'd come to the field. This time she did not wait for someone to come for her but instead looked for someone might want her to come for them. Near the other end of the meadow someone caught her eye. She lifted her head and breathed deep, filling her lungs with air that smelled soapy with blossoms. Then rose up a little, fore hooves leaving the ground as she bunched herself up to spring down from the light roll in the earth where she'd been perched. Landing in a lope, she crossed the meadow in a few moments to approach the lone stranger who had drawn her attention. "Hello there."

     Lets be friends, we all need someone to just know us, without any expectations or designs. 




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    you give me something to believe in; Roseen - by Kensa - 09-20-2018, 10:17 PM



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