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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


    And inside you're burning {Offspring}
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    And inside you're burning
    with some secret yearing

    The air is crisp in the early hours before dawn, the heavens high above scattered with a bright blanket of stars, brilliant white pinpricks in an endless expanse of soft, midnight blue. A soft sigh escapes blue lips, allowing a cloud of fog to swirl around her delicately refined features. Her bright eyes are cast heavenwards, the stars reflected in the glistening depths of silver eyes. She misses them, her lovely stars. They had been stolen from her what seems ages ago now, but still she waits and watches. Still she stares at the sky each and every night, through cloud and rain and moonlight.

    It had kept her going for a time, but she grows restless. The tiredness and listlessness of the loss finally lifting, she finds herself dissatisfied with her life as it currently exists. Perhaps it is the loss, or perhaps it is her dangerous personality finally reasserting itself. Whatever it is, she finds her feet carrying her towards… something.

    She can’t quite say what it is, only that it feels necessary. She walks, leisurely, meandering stride carrying her through meadow and forest, carrying her to the steaming edges of a volcano. To where the chill of oncoming winter no longer holds sway, to where foliage grows in wild abundance and steam rises from fire bright streams of hardening lava.

    Tephra. She drags the name from somewhere deep in the recesses of her memory. One of the new lands Beqanna had tossed them into. Or, not so new any longer, she supposes.

    A movement draws her eye. Shifting her silver gaze, she finds a dark shape moving in the distance. A shape not yet illuminated by the early dawn light just now breaking on the horizon. Curious, she draws nearer, until the shape coalesces into the form of a large stallion. A familiar stallion.

    "Offspring,” she says softly, her voice low and throaty from disuse. "Tephra now, hmm?”

    Lirren



    @[Krys]




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