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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


    Aeolus:
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    An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind


    There is danger, she hears, but it doesn’t stop the wanderlust that propels her legs forward. A sense of adventure actually fuels her and gives her hooves wings as she freely runs across Loess. The brisk morning air whips her locks in innocent delight until the water forces her to take pause.

    The alcove is quiet. Only the hush of the slow tide reaches her ears, coupled with the gentle slap of waves against the sand and rocks. For a moment, Cyprin falls into a lull with nature as her music, a dreamy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. A slow step places her gingerly into the bay’s grasp. The cool water kisses her skin, awakening her and shooting electricity through her veins. Her eyes brighten as she looks down, drinking in the sight and savoring the touch before reaching tendrils of her magic into the surrounding space.

    A creature of water and earth, rock and lumber, piece together as a large enough creature that she can step onto. It sinks down and begins a long, relaxing swim toward Ischia.

    The sun is high in the sky by the time the network of islands are within reach. At some point, she lied down, the wood having been like a platform as the indescribable creature underneath toted her. Water occasionally splashes up, but she merely smiles. Out here, it’s almost freeing. There are no mountains or forests confining her. The air is salty as it clings to her, coating her as her creature slowly dissipates to leave her alone with her legs submerged. ”Hello?” Her voice is sweet, like honey on the tongue as she climbs from the ocean’s grasp to stand on the dry, white sand. She sees the trees ahead, the tropical palms and ferns. Overhead, a parrot flies and squawks.

    She though much of Beqanna was similar, but this – this here – is so very different. Fascination and wonder reach her eyes as they ripple an array of mesmerizing colors during her wait before someone breaks the peaceful quiet.



    Cyprin
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    Messages In This Thread
    Aeolus: - by Cyprin - 10-21-2019, 12:13 PM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Aeolus - 10-24-2019, 04:02 PM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Cyprin - 11-13-2019, 10:26 AM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Aeolus - 11-25-2019, 03:49 PM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Cyprin - 12-06-2019, 10:49 AM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Aeolus - 12-15-2019, 04:34 PM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Cyprin - 01-15-2020, 01:55 PM
    RE: Aeolus: - by Aeolus - 01-27-2020, 05:10 PM



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