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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


    [open]  The Alchemist speaks in a language without words [Any]
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    Vadar

    Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one

    Yes, when all others might’ve died or wasted away by now, Vadar is managing to cling to life. He’s unaware it’s the hidden, immortal side of himself that prevents the ‘end’ from coming so soon, despite how the plague has ravaged his body. Maybe someday, decades from now, he’ll remark on how the time hasn’t changed his good looks (har-har) and think back to being this sick. If he even lives to see those days; an immortal was just as susceptible to normal death like everyone else.

    The pegacorn tells Vadar this is Pangea. The wide, flat landscape belies no other life around them when the weak stallion turns to look. It’s a total waste zone, filled with sand and baked clay. Not much else. His savior barks a name - Eight - that catches Vadar’s attention again while in the same breath, his companion orders him to stand.

    The red-eyed stallion would laugh if he could. Lifting his head had been hard enough, rolling off his side was next to unbearable. Standing? Forget it. He opens his mouth to protest but the sensation of Eight’s power stops him. A warmth, not hot yet comforting, eases past the raw flesh of his legs and belly, sinking into his bones and refreshing Vadar nearly instantly. What little hesitance lived inside of him was gone, afterwards. He only pulled his legs out from underneath his body and rose from the earth to comply.

    He should be thanking the large horse in front of him.

    Again his mouth drops open; Vadar inhales to catch his bearings and soothe the pounding in his head, a few words poised to fall off the tip of tongue when, unexpectedly, he vanishes.

    Eight won’t hear what he’s gathered the courage to say, and Vadar won’t know what Eight has in mind for him because at that moment, one of them is left to stand among the sands of Pangea while the other is taken to the mountaintop.

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    @[Eight] He has to go quest now, but he'll be back <3
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    RE: The Alchemist speaks in a language without words [Any] - by Vadar - 02-16-2019, 01:42 PM



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