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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


    we’re reeling through the midnight streets (any)
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    the taigan
    It felt as though he had been here only days ago, and yet he could see the way time had changed the environment. Familiar paths were overgrown and new ones worn down, trees larger and new flora spread around in different patterns than before.

    Even still. It was just the same, wasn't it?

    Strangely, it had been the way she held herself that caught his attention before her colors registered. Her head was high with a purpose, here for only one reason and not interested in staying long. He could only suspect that was to find a place to stay, but he wasn't one to assume, and so he turned in her direction.

    A familiar gold stallion approached her first, and beneath his wolf-toned face Ruan smirked wryly. The man was relentless in gathering people for his Tephra. He was further amused, and proud to know him, when Magnus asked her what brought her to the field. Not one to assume either.

    Ruan continued the rest of the way, his coat long and shaded like the wolf caged in his soul. A proud line of royal purple lined his spine and lay across his shoulders, and his bright blue eyes trained on her after a brief nod in greeting to Magnus. Her coat was interesting as if she'd been born white and a galaxy had fallen on her, blanketed her in its nebula teal in only the places it wanted to, replicating the galaxy pattern it may have once held in the sky.

    "I am Ruan," he offered quietly as he joined them, his path bringing him to a halt nearer to the woman than to Magnus. "From the Taiga," he added simply in state of his homeland regardless if she was searching for one or not. It was where he was from, had been from since its birth in the Reckoning. It was who he was.

    From the whip of her tail and her head held high, she didn't seem to want to be here. That was understandable.

    "You've survived well in the spread of the disease," he commented approvingly instead of asking how she was doing. He had already answered it by observing her and he wasn't one to waste words. Then he fell politely quiet, curiously waiting to hear her answer to Magnus' question and whether either of them could help her in some way.


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    RE: we’re reeling through the midnight streets (any) - by Ruan - 12-06-2018, 11:30 AM



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