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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Let your spirits fly
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    Aziz cantered through the forests neverminding his probmlems, the stallion kept cantering and weiving through the trees, his surprisingly large quantity of stamina would never fail him, he loved tunning through the trees letting the breeze brush his face and let his mane flow, he whinnied contacting the spirits, many thought he was crazy by doing this but he kept it to himself, the stallion slowed to a canter as he approached the frontier, he then slowed once more to a trot and halted when at the frontier, the stallion drooped his head down to the grass and grazed on its lush green and untouched beuty, the stallion looked up watching some birds, this was really his kind of place, the stallion then lay down and shut his eyelids

    The stallion woke with a jolt hearing a stream rush back to life after the recent rainy weather, the stallion got up and shook himslef to get rid of any bugs or mud, the stallion gave a whinnie and started to trot along the frontier, he went one way then the other, he reapeted this several times as exhaustion finally took its poll, the stallion once more settled to graze.
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