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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


    There was a birch tree in the field; Any
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    His silent visitor, still closer judging by the sounds of the three other horses' breathing, now moves close enough that his breath tickles Siberian's ear, causing a snort of surprise mixed with amusement to escape his furry brown muzzle.  Siberian inhales, taking in the other horse's scent to confirm to himself that the other, having a smell resembling his own, is indeed a male.  He wishes that he could see his three companions, know the colors of their fur, gaze upon their faces, and a sigh passes his lips at the unforgettable knowledge that such a thing is a gift lost to him for the rest of his life.  The Budyonny shakes himself out of the melancholy mood that threatens to envelop him by listening to the excited voices of the youngsters.  They speak in unison when revealing their names, causing him to wonder if they are twins.  Didn't twins have a reputation for speaking as one?  The grizzly rocks in place with a further surprise when the mute stallion joins him on the ground, leaning against him.

    His attempt to appear nonthreatening has apparently worked, and worked too well!  Now, in addition to the nameless stallion, one of the children, or perhaps both if one is lying on said nameless stallion's far side, has joined this unofficial cuddlefest.  The black stallion blinks his clouded eyes, wondering just how this happened, but not opposed to the continued idea, odd though it was.  He turns his head towards whichever foal it is lying next to him, unsure if this is the same one who had questioned him about his ability or not, but addressing them anyway.  Impishly, he noses back at the youngster before speaking, noting the soft baby-fur and realizing that these two were quite young indeed, and therefore brave to set out and explore at their ages.   "Yes, I am something else aside from a bear, would you like to see?  " And he shifts now, giving his audience a few moments to brace themselves back up away from him, so that they do not topple sideways when his rather bulkier ursine form gives way to his slimmer, natural equine body.  Swishing a hoof against the ground idly, he waits to hear how they react to his change.  

    Siberian

    The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna

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