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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


    siberian
    #1
    Azar

    It was habit to keep steady contact with him even as they walked. Her nose would brush against his big shoulder or she would walk close enough that they bumped lightly together every few steps. It was hard not to, when he couldn't see where they were going, of course. It was also tricky trying to guide him somewhere that only he knew where to go, but she tried.

    She'd try to nudge him away from the prickly bushes or nibble at his leg if he'd have to step over something soon so they could slow enough to investigate it. He'd been doing this on his own for however long already, so he already knew what he was doing, she supposed. It made her feel good to think she might be helping though, after he'd done so much for her already. So she kept trying, kept doing whatever she could to help in whatever little ways she could think of.

    He took them deeper through the forest they'd already been living in, and on and on until it gradually changed into another forest. Big red trees stood so tall in this new forest, and it smelled wonderful and fresh, so wild. Pine needles and crumbly leaves cushioned the autumn earth and she couldn't wait to see what they felt like under her feet!

    Are we here, is this it? She couldn't hide the tremor of excitement in her quiet, little voice, eager for their adventure together. Home, he'd said. They were going home!

    She clung to his leg as they crossed the little river bordering the land. Once on the other side, she turned to him to watch and wait, see where he would take them next. But her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she saw his eyes start changing, the milky blindness clearing from them and shifting into a deep shade like the color of the heart of a forest, the quiet darkness of a cave. And she couldn't do anything but stare in shock and wait for him to break the spell.
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    They walk along, so careful and slow, and she plays the faithful role of guide the entire way, never once running off to play or to explore some curious thing as other, more rambunctious foals might do.  His little girl's dedication brings forth a deep and proud smile to his dark muzzle, a smile meant only for this precious filly to see.  Her excited questions and the changed scents in the air tell him that they have arrived in the Taiga, and his heart beats a little faster at this realization.  "Yes, dearheart, we're home.  I hope it is all you hoped of.  "  His eyes become clear of the mist that covers them across the Taiga border, and the stallion holds his breath until full sight returns to him.  

    Now, now he would finally see his daughter, would see and know the colors that made up her coat, her eyes, her mane and tail.  Being told what color she was was not the same; he was struck wordless at the vision of her come true before him.  She is perfect, a miniscule model of splendor from nose tip to tail in his fatherly eyes, and he would stare for hours if he hadn't snapped himself back to reality.  The small unicorn is clearly surprised at this turn of events (not that he could blame her), and he whickers reassuringly.  "I made a vow to protect this land, Azar, and in return I was granted eyesight within the borders.  Here, it is safe for me to gallop with you, safe to teach you games to play.  And, well, I've got one more surprise for you, if you want to see it.  " The Budyonny waits until he sees agreement from the girl, and then calls forth the transformation, trading hooves for thickly padded paws, thin black fur for a lush sable coating.  Tongue lolling from his mouth in deliberately comical fashion, he sits back upon his hindquarters, watching her reaction.

     

    Siberian

    The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna

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    #3
    She stood frozen in place, wide-eyed in shock. Brown. Daddy's eyes were brown, not milky-white. Such a steady oak-brown that saw every bit of her from head to toe to tail. Oh, she breathed, watching him take her in, finally seeing his orphan daughter for the first time. Then her heart fluttered anxiously.

    What if she looked awful? What if she looked funny and that's why she had been abandoned? Her little brows pulled up in worry, but she couldn't look away. And her fears were quickly dashed away at the pride and affection filling his warm eyes. She smiled bashfully, blushing in pleasure that her appearance seemed to be acceptable; her green eyes in a dark brown face, the soft gray of her roaned middle, her back feet dipped in white to match the star on her forehead.

    A star that had been revealed as the horn weighing her head clunked to the ground just then. She looked down and stared at it a moment, then beamed up at him happily, delighted that the unwieldy thing was finally gone.

    Daddy explained why he had his eyesight back, that they lived here now and he would see so long as he remained and kept the land safe. Her own eyes reflected the pride that had shone in his, enthused that he was so very important to the people of their new home, and that it seemed to please him also. He must have been a protector before, must have yearned for it again, and now he had it. He was in his element here.

    "...And, well, I've got one more surprise for you, if you want to see it."

    Her eyes lit up and she nodded emphatically, excited to see what else he might have to show her. She was quickly taking a step back though as his body transformed before her, turning thick and sable and coated in fur. His tongue lolled out, completely at ease in this shape. She could already sense that he preferred it, that it was most comfortable to him, but a natural instinct of fear still shivered down her spine.

    Her wings shimmered to life as she tried to flare them reflexively, defensively opening up tall and stretching to make her look larger. She didn't have to turn to see them, she could finally, finally feel them again and her eyes closed, her chin tilting up as though she could feel a breeze across her face. There, yes. Now they were home. Daddy was a bear, and she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She had come to trust him completely as he'd raised her in the wild woods. And she had her wings back. She was whole again. He was whole again.

    They were finally home together.

    Her wings folded back in and she walked to him, effortlessly burrowing into the thick fur of his chest. Tremors still attacked her little heart, but she ignored them, putting her faith in the only person she knew for more than a few minutes. Where will we den at? Have you found somewhere for just us yet? Are the people here nice, will they like me? So many questions and worries, but of course he would have the answers. Daddy knew everything. She was so glad home was another forest, the perfect place for them.
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