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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


    Blame it on chance
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    Sunshine worked its process on the colts lithe frame warming what had been keeping him chilled. The slime that had covered his dried up and now just clung to his pale body hair in clumps. The colt still looked around with his head shaking along his ears that had perked up as sounds started to scream into them. He started to be able to process some sounds with what they came from. He had a mild understanding that his own noises mimicked the ones of others around him. His eyes took in images of those around and he started to guess that he was the same as those that lay or stand around him.


    The little male leaned his head ever so slightly as he looked on at those that stood and he felt a stirring in thost stilts that lay in the grass. As the thought of trying to rise passed into his new brain a sensation gripped him. A touch someone had touched him and the touched caused him to make a little noise. He tilted his whole frame as he tried to focus on this new much larger thing that had touched him. The large horse did not seem to be trying to stop his new fidgeting that his legs and rump still urged him to do. He even took a moment to think that his new acquaintance was encouraging him to stand.


    He took a deep breath and snorted out as his hind legs would start to shift and shuffle followed by his front legs. He flopped onto his side as four legs do not work together all that well the first time. He has also thrown his head into the motion as he rocked forward and then a bit to the side pushing his front two legs out in a spread manner. Those little hooves dug into the ground and so as his body rocked more he soon stood. The colt stood now on wobbling stilts and looked to that larger horse next to him.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
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    Messages In This Thread
    Blame it on chance - by Ardashir - 07-26-2017, 05:34 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Tarvelie - 07-26-2017, 06:01 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Ardashir - 07-26-2017, 07:02 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Tarvelie - 07-26-2017, 07:11 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Ardashir - 07-27-2017, 02:47 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Tarvelie - 07-27-2017, 04:49 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Ardashir - 07-27-2017, 05:52 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Tarvelie - 07-27-2017, 06:17 PM
    Voices of the moon - by Ardashir - 07-27-2017, 07:12 PM
    RE: Voices of the moon - by Tarvelie - 07-27-2017, 08:57 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Ardashir - 07-27-2017, 10:04 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Tarvelie - 07-27-2017, 10:45 PM
    RE: Blame it on chance - by Ardashir - 07-28-2017, 01:21 AM



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