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    COTY

    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


    nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble; magnus
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    She had not been far, she never would be, but there were sharp parts still tucked behind soft curls and gentle curves. Epithet had needed time to seek the splinters and remove them carefully to not lose the grip of the jagged pieces.

    Tephra blossomed, as Epithet observes from her place in the sky, lounging high up int he clouds. She had dressed herself in all black, her tail long and luxurious velvet, vivid violet eyes careful to pluck the form of the buckskin man from his interactions. He was busy enough with his comings and goings of daily life and Epi felt she were more of a distraction to the somber man.

    It had been easy to stay away, she could easily take the form of a tree, a rock, the cawing crow that passed overhead from time to time so she may watch Magnus from her distance. She had been a patient mare, abiding the rules, not choosing to inflict and sort of sway upon mortal's lives.

    Until she thinks she is ready for the commitment it required to give to the land and to him.

    The inky black form leaves from her place high above, wings of the crow spread wide and blotting out the sun for a few months, she glides to the ground with ancient perfection. Her violet eyes catch the familiar for of Magus nestled among vegetation and in company of a few others. She does not interrupt but simply smiles, the tangle of coconut and vanilla mingles upon her skin, her scent distinct and prolific. Epi waits till he can break away and meet where she stands a bit off. "Magnus, it's good to see you." The black mare slips from the onyx coat to that of her porcelain grey brushed with rose blush. She is happy to see her friend, wanting to make things right and be a presence in his life once again, though she could not speak these words aloud.



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    nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble; magnus - by Epithet - 01-21-2019, 09:23 PM



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