Theres No Place like Home

COTY

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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

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Theres No Place like Home - [Fade, Any]

Arthas

Nomad

04-10-2016, 06:14 PM

FORGIVENESS IS A CONCERN FOR THE LIVING.

The stallion embrased the mare as she moved closer to him. She stated that she wanted to know the name of the rank she started out at he gave a shrug in lack of knowledge. "Im honestly not sure, Nymph is the highest ranking diplomat, once you meet him you can ask him. Im sure he would enjoy telling you about everything. " he looked around curious to the whereabouts of the kingdom. It was a pretty active kingdom, although it was night and they were probably all out and about taking care of there own tasks, or sleeping. The stallion pulled away his body before trailing off a few paces. His wind blew, lifting off his neck slightly as the wind sang. He flicked his ears listening for activity in the kingdom. He turned back around to face the paint mare.

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