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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


    Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' (Any)
    #1
    Chiral had spotted this island as he ad been moving along the coast. He could not tell from a distance if it was inhabited and decided to investigate further. A gentle shift in his weight was all it took to send him in the direction of the island. The wind picked up drastically over open water and the winged stallion had to fight a little bit in order to keep his flight well controlled. The distance wasn't great in in only a few minutes he had crossed the  channel between the mainland and the island. It was a densely forested place, and on first inspection the only appropriate place to land appeared to be the beach. Probably for the best, the Friesian stud reflected as he began to glide towards the ground. If this island is inhabited I wouldn't want to startle them by dropping down into the middle of their home.

    Sand was a softer medium than Chiral was used to making a landing on, but it did not prove to difficult to set down. The stallion beat his wings twice, stretching them properly, before folding them against his body. Already he could tell he that if he chose to stay he would have to find a better landing spot, sand had already managed to find it's way between his feathers and it was most irritating.

    His dark brown eyes surveyed the immediate area, the water was to his right, waves rushing against the shore in a pleasantly rhythmic beat. To his left was a wall of greenery, seemingly impenetrably dense. The smell of equine filled the air - so this place was inhabited.

    "Hello?" His voice was rather deep and gruff, as though he was not used to speaking much. And truth be told Chiral was a rather silent giant of a creature. He prepared to wait until he was answered, for he was aware of how defensive some could get of their home lands. As a wanderer he had no obligations and could wait for some time; he simply wanted to see this land and hopefully address someone of some standing and negotiate living here, He quite liked the idea of an island home, it promised privacy.

    OOC: Meant to post as Chiral but forgot to switch accounts. oops
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    #2
    BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
    OF MOVING ON
    Tiphon has been hoping that their sea-bound home would attract many to their white sand beaches. There is seclusion from the mainland, but there is also beauty and warmth. There is promise in this spit of land, and hope. When Tiphon’s eyes rove through the trees and across the spring he can see children being raised and families forming. This is a place of love and devotion where their hearts bring them all together and their passions are the glue. The Daleans congregated and expanded their numbers and this is what they were given: a paradise. Although their former home often darkens his thoughts he is still relieved to be here, to be able to provide a home for the next generations.

    Amid his wanderings Tiphon hears the heavy beat of wings against the coastal winds. His eyes turn up but can hardly see beyond the green canopy. He initially assumes it to be Ashley or perhaps even Phaedrus although he hasn’t seen them in a couple months since they first arrived (he never actually saw the latter join them here). The simplicity of hearing others around him is enough to incite a shadowed grin. Tiphon is smiling to himself, to this legacy, but no one is around to see the brief lightheartedness. His melancholy and stern expression are often what the Daleans witnessed as though Tiphon was losing his sense of joy and wonder. They don’t know how alive it still is, but it is suppressed underneath the oppressing beasts of his past.

    There is a moment in which Tiphon loses himself, but his legs never cease. Like a machine he continues to walk until the soil transitions into sand and the thick forest thins into a few palm trees. The wall of green in behind him, the bay at his front gurgling at him. It’s only then that he sees the stallion, a stranger to their home, but he is considerate enough to remain on the outskirts. A breath is drawn into his lungs and he latches onto the foreign scent before he inches forward with his eyes curious and unyielding. ”I’m Tiphon,” it’s becoming more frequent to introduce himself. This isn’t The Before when most knew of the Dalean angel; this is a new world, a new generation, and he once again has to etch his name into the tales of their world (although now he is mortal and far from the grandeur that he once boasted). ”Is there anything I can help you with?” This isn’t the Dale and not everyone is an enemy anymore.


    TIPHON
    STARLACE AND INFECTION
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    #3
    The black stallion laid eyes on the white, he is pleased to see a fellow winged creature - not that he prefers them; it is simply nice to know that he is not the only one. Chiral had heard of this place, Beqanna in his travels, had heard it was populated with equine with extraordinary gifts, stemming from some sort of magic they lived close to. The concept intrigued the stud, excited his sense of adventure. But this place had proved to be somewhat less than he expected - he had heard rumors of a disaster of some sort, though accounts varied widely about what exactly happened.

    The other introduces himself and leaves an open ended question, there is no hostility in his tone - a good sign. A nation at war is unlikely to be friendly to outsiders.
    "Greetings Tiphon, I am Chiral." He responded politely and accompanied it with a bow of his head, showing his respect for the other. "I admire this place, it has appealing qualities. I hope I would not be intruding if I asked to be shown around, and perhaps to settle here." Chiral tried to make his request as inviting as possible, for truly this island appealed the most of all the lands he had seen thus far. Chirl was by no means a loner, but he was not opposed to solitude, and he suspected that this spit of an island was somewhat less populated than other places. He wondered how many lived here, but felt it an was an  inappropriate question to ask.

    He glanced to the mainland, a fair distance away, especially if one was to swim, as Chiral was sure some had done. Actually swimming was most difficult and unpleasant, or so the black equine thought. Between swimming and sand it was difficult to tell which he disliked more. Perhaps examining other realms would not be a terrible idea if this one proved to be contradictory to his preferences.

    "Is there a tide that makes swimming to the mainland easier?" It was an odd question for one flyer to ask another, but Chiral found his curiosity somewhat aroused by the thought of someone thinking it was worth it to make such a trek.
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