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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


    Alone in a lonely world
    #1
    Misty's joints ached, she had traveled a long way in her struggle to find acceptance. Would this place be different? Her mind was filled with thoughts, mostly what ifs. She walked slowly over to a small shade tree. The cool breeze blew gently through her mane. Her eyes now carried the look of determination. She started into a trot towards the lake that she could see in the distance.

    She slowed once she got to the edge. Without hesitation she slid down the bank as her dry lips met the cool water. After she had quenched her thirst she climbed back up the bank and began to feast on the sweet lush green marsh grass that grew along the lakes bank. However something seemed odd. She thought that she was the only horse here for miles and miles yet she could still pick up faint scents here and there.

    After Misty had eaten her fill she proceeded to lie down under the small shade tree that she had discovered earlier. She soon fell asleep, dreaming of a world that she hoped to soon find, A world where she would be accepted.
    #2
    if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

    The young colt meanders slowly through his home, weaving between wisteria and the occasional copse of cherry trees. The noontime sun reflects brilliantly upon his new dragon scales, a stunning combination of gold and bronze, the rays dancing on each curve of his swiftly developing body. Amet had come to Beqanna a lanky, malnourished, metallic-but-dirty light bay colt and his few short months here had already proven more than beneficial.

    In fact, the Fairy had granted him his scales quite recently, and the colt wonders if it is a reward for his swift work with Iset and Brennen to mold the Lake into something akin to a sanctuary for the young. And yet, the Akhal-Teke cannot feel complete, with the nagging thought of Sakir at the back of his mind. He knows that Iset misses her twin, as well... perhaps more so than Amet does, or ever really could. The two-year-old loves his younger brother, of course, but the bond between twins is something that he cannot begin to fathom.

    Lost in thought (and, admittedly, flexing his body every which way to show off the glint of his scales), Amet nearly misses the tobiano mare sleeping between one of the Lake's trees. One of his trees. He watches the sleeping mare tentatively, his small hooves moving his lithe, metallic frame a few strides closer. With ears pricked forward, the young colt offers her a loud nicker and hopes that the sound is apparent enough to wake her, but not to startle her.

    "Hello there, um, miss?" He pauses for a moment, shifting his weight uncomfortably, "My name is Amet. Are you... are you a friend of Brennen's?"

    Amet
    #3
    The young mare's eyes snapped open as a result of the noise that had pierced through her now alert ears. Misty jumped to her feet. She stood in a position ready to bolt. Her ears stood erectly atop her head. She looked around, smelling the cool air. She caught sight of the strange colt that was standing nearby.

    Misty cautiously took a few steps back. She then lowered her head and eyed the newcomer. "Who are you?" she raised her head and proceeded "Who is Brennen?" Misty's mind went blank for a moment but suddenly all of the horrible thoughts and memories came back to her.

    Misty had always been very cautious mare. She was abandoned at birth, or so she thought. She never truly understood everything that had happened in her past and she had been searching for answers her whole life. Misty snapped back into reality. She lowered her head and pinned her ears back, ready to take off, to run away once more. Her legs had multiple bruises and cuts and her coat was caked with mud. Her mane and tail where filled with burs. Misty's forelock covered her wary eyes. She stood now much calmer, waiting for answers.
    #4
    if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

    Despite his attempt to avoid startling the painted mare, she is on her hooves swiftly with wide eyes and taut muscles. Amet doesn't quite know how to respond, never having been on this side of the confusion before. Used to being the one quivering in fear and searching for a way out, the young colt observes this scared intruder with blatant interest, his amber eyes warm with understanding. "My name is Amet," he offers again, quietly, "And this is my land, the Lake." He turns his gaze from the mare and regards their surroundings - the vibrant cherry blossom trees, the crystal clear lake, the brilliant blue sky - before returning his attention to his new acquaintance.

    "Brennen is our Protector. He lives here sometimes, and with the Queen Nayl in Nerine," the dragon-scaled colt tosses his head, nostrils flaring at the mare's unfamiliar scent. A small part of him wants to move closer to the tattered mare, wants to find out why she is so afraid in the face of a young colt, but Amet remembers that he more closely resembles a gold and bronze dragon than a regular horse now, and on top of that, he is swiftly nearing the birthday that will make him a stallion. He has grown magnificently, here in Beqanna.

    "My sister, Iset, and I claimed this land to keep young horses safe," he pauses and gives the tobiano mare a small smile, "but even though you're not a foal, you can stay here if you'd like, if you want a place to feel safe. We'd like for more horses to call the Lake home. Can you tell me your name?"

    Amet
    #5
    Misty calmed down, realizing that there was indeed no threat. The mare took a step forward. She was now slightly curious. She had never seen a colt like Amet before. She eyed the newcomer carefully. Misty stood now seeming very placid, no longer in a position to bolt. Her muscles where not tensed like they were before. The white in the rims of her eyes slowly disappeared.

    Misty did not exactly have the best past, but for once she was not worried about anything that had happened before now. Would she finally have a home? Would she finally be accepted? For a few moments she was lost in thought. "I would love to stay here. I apologize for earlier. Oh and my name is Misty! Its a pleasure to meet you!" The exited young mare tossed her head before returning Amet a smile.

    Misty was thrilled and contented. Would this be her home? Would she be happy here? Misty could think forever. She turned her attention to her surroundings. She lifted her head and respired the cool air. Misty's nostrils flared. The mare smiled at the wonderful scent of the lake and all of the brush and sweet grass that surrounded it. She lowered her head and looked back at Amet.
    #6
    if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

    It isn't much longer before the mare visibly relaxes; her muscles are no longer taut and twitching, and her lips are no longer twisted into a frown. He can't help but to relax completely, as well, content in the fact that he has gained her trust. She accepts his offer whole-heartedly and the Akhal-Teke colt prances in place, excited to add another soul to their congregation.

    He's proud of himself, to be barely an adult and already offering a safe place to wanderers. He wishes, almost, that He could see just how well he and Iset are doing, but then the dragon-scaled colt pushes that thought from his head. "You don't have to apologize, Misty. We all have our reasons to be scared," he offers politely, with a small shrug and the silent hopes that she will find her safety in the Lake.

    "Would you like to go exploring? We might find my sister around here somewhere."

    Amet




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