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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


    At first I fight my Curiosity - Any
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    Tyrna

    Like a shadow dancing on the edge
    Happy days seemed to bleed into one another for the silver girl. The forest was both guardian and friend. Mother and protector. She was content to move wraith-like beneath the boughs, spending her days bathed in dappled sunlight and nights tucked safely between towering roots. She had found a close companion in the predatory Ruan which brought her comfort, but something was still missing. Too often of late she found her thoughts drifting back to the Falls and the family she had disappointed so badly. Her memories were jagged pieces that didn't seem to fit together, and the shards that were still missing cut her deeply. It helped that she was no longer the guilt-ridden, melancholy mare that she once was. Thankfully the memories of her misdeeds remained among the ones repressed.

    The change in Beqanna, and her dormant state throughout had changed her. Though most of the time it felt for the better, she was still plagued by nightmares that woke her in a cold sweat but slipped from her thoughts as soon as she opened her eyes. She could still hear the howl of her wolf and feel the brush of thick fur just below the surface of her skin, but when she reached for that power it vanished like a phantom limb. Something she could still feel but no longer existed. And that was what brought her creeping from her place in the woods. The loss of her most constant friend sent her seeking the company of others.

    Tyrna's strides were slow as she made her way through the redwoods, each carefully placed step muffled by the thick carpet of loam and needles. She turns her gaze skywards, and not for the first time, laments the loss of her wings. How lovely it would be to see the Taiga from the air, wheeling on currents, and gliding through the dense branches before coming home. Her thoughts are introverted, and her movements automatic while she wends her way deeper into the forest, looking for somebody, anybody to pull her out of her own head.

    Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid

    ooc: Sorry! it's a random jumble due to slight intoxication... <3
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