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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


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    The scent of fresh rain filled their home, the soft patter a soothing lullaby to her rattled nerves with her bear-father here beside her. She lay curled against his back, petite muzzle kneading at a particularly stubborn knot in his shoulder. ”You work too hard, Daddy,” she scolded him softly, barely a murmur as she fussed through his fur, almost as though only speaking to herself. Really, now. What on earth was he doing to get so taut.

    She sighed and gave up, leaning in to kiss his cheek and rising to her feet to shake herself out. Walking to the entrance of their cave, she stretched out her cramped limbs and splayed her wings wide, and then pulled them back in to drag limply at her feet. For a few quiet moments, she just stared out at the downpour, wondering how soon after it stopped would that familiar fog roll in and blanket their home in mystery.

    It used to frighten her, a tiny child refusing to speak to anyone but the man that had found her and taken her in as his own. He was such a good man. She remembered once that he’d told her she’d have a mother too one day, and by that startlingly warm light in his eyes, she thought he meant someone very specific. Very important to him. It never happened though, she thought to herself as she glanced over her shoulder at him, her face somber and quiet. It never happened and she could see by the way he’d been recently that it wasn’t going to.

    She wouldn’t ask him what went wrong, and clearly something went so very wrong. It might upset him to speak of it. Maybe her almost-mother didn’t love him anymore, or didn’t want her. Or maybe she fell ill and died, or she only chose not to show without a word and evaporated from their lives completely. Azar might never know, because she would never ask. He could offer her the information if he chose to, but so far they both just seemed to ignore the heavy silences that was so much different than their comfortable quiets.

    She turned fully around and walked wordlessly back to him, folded her slender legs beneath her with a whisper of silvery feathers. Her coat was still predominantly bay roan, but the grey places were gaining a subtle shift in color, something almost silver instead of flat and ashen. Her dark hair fell loosely over her neck, and she peered at her father pensively as she thought through everything. Then she pulled on a soft smile, her green eyes warming for him with the love of a doting daughter. She deeply hoped he had not lost his dear love because of her, because she had been unwanted by her almost-mother. She would try not to think of that, but really couldn’t help it after being abandoned as a child. After being unwanted at least once already.

    ”I love you, Daddy,” she promised him quietly, snuggled up to his side and buried her face in his warm fur.


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    Little Azar accuses him of working too hard, but how could he not?  At least up until now, anyway.  There was a regime change in Taiga, one far far worse in his opinion.  As a father, the overthrow of Ruan by that crimson-eyed sadist was just about the worst thing he can imagine.  How had this even happened?  Siberian had believed the wolf-shifter to at least be a strong leader, despite their thorny past.  But, the wolf had been away on the day that the cremello strolled in and claimed dominion of the piney forest....he had not even been present to contest it.  And now Taiga was rapidly filling up with various brutes and horses who delighted to wallow in blood the same way he would splash about in his fishing stream with his daughter.  They were far worse than Zayn had ever been.  At least his once-master had had self-control and a reason for the things he did, even the things that were less than sterling.  Some of the new residents showing up here just seemed to want violence and carnage for kicks.

    Especially that female who called herself Thana.  He did not like the look of her at all, and it had taken everything he had upon first glimpsing her from a distance, the dangerous look in her eyes, the air of mad glee about her, to keep from yielding to the bear within and allowing it to rip her to bits.  He did not want Azar to grow up in the company of such monsters....perhaps it was time to move on, though he dreaded having to give up his eyesight once again if he left Taiga for good.  With Misra dead, clearly murdered though he had yet to discover who had done the deed, and their child missing, the filly he had adopted remained the center of his life, the main reason to keep going day after heartbroken day.  The little pegasus curls up next to him as they sit in the cave, warm and dry, and listen to the rain fall.  She tells him that she loves him, before she hides her face in his thick fur, and he lets out a deep sigh, thinking of all that he has been through, all that he has lost in his life.  At least he still had his daughter.  "I love you too, little one. "  Staring blankly out into the rain, the Budyonny lets his mind drift, thoughts of where a new sanctuary might be found tumbling around like rough jewels in a cutting wheel.

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    The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna

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