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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


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    Akkadian
    "Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
    Things were changing in the strangest way. One day he is a battle-hardened warrior with unmatched deadly grace and fatal form. And now...

    Akkadian bent his neck and pushed at the girl's ribs as they continued their journey, giving her a firm shove. It was not done maliciously, but it was clear he didn't know his own strength with a child so small. The first time he'd done it back at the den was to confirm she could stand strong on her own. She'd held solid, her eyes glittering with defiance. Now he did it for fun, it was amusing trying to knock her over.

    But he also did it to build her strength. Like a game with a purpose.

    He led them to a stop when they drew deeper into the field. He'd been here once before, when the kingdoms had reigned. The grasses were tall, grasping at his legs and tickling his belly. The rich black infant at his side nearly disappeared in the brush. The tall blades curved and danced around her as if she were a prowling lioness. He carefully tucked her into a dense patch to better hide her from prying eyes, before stepping into the open, an obsidian beacon against a bright morning sky.

    Stay low. I'll be just here, he said gently. He knew better than some how dangerous the world could be, and didn't dare take a chance on the girl coming to harm. Perhaps it was not quite so dangerous in these lands, but old habits and all that.

    He scanned the horizon, raising his nose to test the air. It was a useless gesture. There were far too many strange scents here of so many bodies passing through. It was the place people went to find homes, after all, and with the kingdoms no more, there were far more around without a land to protect them than the last time he'd been here.

    The stallion's loud whinny carried through the air like a javelin to a marked target, confident and sure. He avoided looking in the child's direction so as not to draw attention to her. She was under his protection now, and it was time he found a land to settle in and better keep her safe.
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    Lanora followed the larger stallion out of the place where she once stayed,now to become a traveler she assumed.The small filly felt a shove,but kept still,her awkward legs threatened to fall,but Lanora stood firm.She nickered softly.They walked farther away from the den,and closer to the fields Lanora wandered for a time.Her eyes clouded with sadness,but she pushed back the pain.The grass grew taller,making it so she was hidden.Lanora romped around,jumping occasionally,and sometimes biting at the grass.She giggled.Kade put softly pushed her to the ground,telling her to stay there.Lanora looked up at him and smiled.Her green eyes sparkled.She watched as Kade dissapeared,and then heard a loud piercing whinny.
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    #3
    Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
    Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide

    surely she was a fool to come. surely they would laugh, or ignore her, or simply pick some place else to go. nevermind that she had a GOOD home to offer - she had no words with which to offer it.

    still she came. call it boredom or eagerness, the voiceless mare wandered towards the field. it was a sheer and simple desire to do something for the place she called home.

    aranea spotted a stallion, seemingly alone, and despite her inability to speak to him she wandered his direction. if she had the words she would tell him how wonderful tephra was - how it was warm and humid and so very lush. she would tell him how the leaders were strong and brave and seemingly fearless; at least, what she knew of them. aranea would seek to draw him in with the promise of ranks to earn, of a new story to tell.

    instead she merely snorted softly as way of direction and tipped her head inquisitively, hoping that he would be well versed in the more basic ways of communication - primarily, body language.

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