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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


    I am the black sheep of my family... [Open]
    #1

    Don't get too close

    Just being over a year now he had seen more than most his age.  Death, destruction, disfunction... To name a few.  Definitely more dark than light and still he keeps a calm demeanor.  Level minded, patient and... kind.  Too kind in the eyes of his father but who was he to judge him anyway...

    His wandering bring him to a new land today.  One that had risen as his own home fell to the bottom of the sea.  He couldn't say he was sorry nor even the slightest disappointed.  Now though he had a responsibility to find his family a home.  His father was more concerned with his own plights to think about him, his mother or his soon to be sibling.  

    As he crests the hill his blue gaze scans the area.  There was food a plenty, trees, water,...hills.  Hmmm but was there.... Ah yes. His eyes look upon the large blue haze upon the horizon.  The ocean.  He smiled a genuine smile.  The lands seemed to be lacking in inhabitants and he wondered who would appear to greet him, if any...

    Imperial

    #2
    Even though Iona was constantly seeking methods of entertainment for her frantic mind, she hadn't expressed any interest in the games Crota had set up for both residents of Loess as well as those of other kingdoms that wished to join in. She'd watched the frantic participants search out the objects needed to compete in the Games, but lost interest within minutes, since she wasn't participating in the first place. Why should she be interested in something so trivial anyways?

    The kingdom was relatively peaceful most days, even while the games were going on since it wasn't really a territory-wide thing. It was, but in the sense that the whole territory didn't feel overwhelmed since there weren't that many participants. So, whenever Iona felt overwhelmed in one of the kingdom's meadows or where a lot of horses were, she left, seeking out another place to be alone and locked in the puzzle of her twisted mind.

    On this day, Iona found herself trailing along the coastline, near the edge of the kingdom's border where it met the ocean. She wasn't doing anything in particular, merely wandering about, absorbed in her thoughts. Nothing specific ran through her mind; she wondered about the other kingdom residents, the statuses of the other kingdoms, what horses may be lurking in the meadow today, and a variation of all kinds of topics.

    But like any trained individual, Iona was never so absorbed that she missed what was going on around her. Her watchful eyes spotted the silhouette of a horse standing atop a small dune above the coastline, allowing him/her a vantage point of the sand and the ocean beyond it. Iona's mind lit up, her nerves tingling; finally, something interesting was going on.

    With an excited whinny, Iona made her way up the small hill. As she got closer, she got a good look at the colt; he couldn't have been more than a yearling, his coat a healthy silver/black in color. His mane and tail were an offset silver, his eyes bright blue, like the ocean under the sunlight. He was a handsome one, and would no doubt attract the attention of the fillies once he grew older.

    But, for now, Iona would have some fun. She galloped up and pranced around the colt, swishing her flaxen tail back and forth as she circled him. She gave him a critical look, her eyes hard, before her posture softened and she moved to stand in front of him. A bright smile lit up her features, completely masking the hostility she'd shown earlier but was still displaying in the recesses of her eyes.

    "What's a young thing like you doing all the way out here? Lose your dam on the way? I'm sure she's worried about you," the chocolate mare teased.
    #3

    Don't get too close

    Just as he imagined the residents were few and far in between... He had spent some time perched upon the crest of a hill over looking the territory.  He passed this time by lazily grazing upon the soft grasses underfoot.  Silver tail flicked biting insects from his blackish coat, an occasional leg rising swiftly as they gathered in mass numbers on his front pasterns.  His forelock fell over his eyes obstructing the sudden advance of another...

    Hearing the softened beat of hooves upon the grassy turf his crown rose sharply.  Tossing his forelock to one side and exposing an ocean blue eye to view the source of commotion.  Watching as the coffee and cream mare pranced about.  One ear fixated on her as she taunted him...

    Unamused glance fell upon him as he exhaled a snort of irritation... "Hello to you too." If this was the gaurdian of these lands he understood why there were few that stuck around.  Not very welcoming to visitors obviously.  His kind voice ruffled a bit, " My name is Imperial... And no she is not looking for me." She wouldn't have a need to look for him and he knew where she'd be... along the coast as always.

    He thought about asking more questions but he decided she probably would dance around them in avoidance.  She seemed to like games, a hint of amusement in her eyes suggested she was satisfied with herself.  He was not one for games.  No longer a child and even in his younger year there was no time for childish endeavors.  Conditioned to be firm, trained to be ruthless, born to be - kind...

    "Who rules this land?" His tone firm as to not encourage games... 

    Imperial





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