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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


    how you left me in this place [OPEN]
    #1

    tantalize

    I will try to hold you up

    Through those times you are gone

    You won’t do this alone


    Winter brought long slow days to the coast. Once more she stands, silent and stoic, amongst the top of the cliffs. Standing precariously close to the edge, it holds no fear for her. Even if she was to fall, her wings would catch her. A soft drizzle wets the land, her glinting golden gaze watching the soothing rhythms of the swelling ocean. Unfurling her wings to shake the raindrops from her feathers. There hadn’t been much to do since she had arrived to Nerine. A few trips to the Field to do her part and recruit fresh faces… However she hadn’t felt a part of this kingdom. It was a far cry from the jungle, from the sisterhood she had once known.

    So why does she stay? Tephra held some interest with it’s humidity, a familiar habitat. The only thing that drew her really was it’s ruler, that wasn’t enough for her to pick up and go. Besides there was something about him that enticed her which therefore made her even more guarded, unsure. No, she would not go there. Not now. Instead she wastes her days by the sea. Waiting for something to happen, for the purpose she was brought here.

     
    #2
    Crimson skin weaves through the trees of Nerine, searching for her cliffs once more. It has become customary for her to stand by the edge where she had once been so ready to fling herself over. The meeting, surprisingly, had went well and Nayl had not banished her for her previous intents in her lands, so she roams quietly, keeping to herself more often than not. Save for the interaction with the dun, Tarvelie, and her child, Ardashir, Chrisma hadn't spoke to anyone else...although there was one equine who she thought much about. 

    Jaguar spots on toffee pelt - a sight to behold, a savior in the midst of a chaotic mind. Chrisma found herself thinking of her often - she hadn't received a name, but a message that continued to resonate with her as she roamed Nerine in search of some sort of a life for herself.

    You aren't a victim, are you? 

    Besides her brief appearance when Nayl had called her people to a gathering, it seemed as though the mare had all but vanished from the lands Chrisma considered (at least somewhat) a home. If they were to meet again, she wasn't sure what she would say (if she could even muster the courage to talk to her in the first place), so maybe it was best that the jaguar mare stayed away. 

    However, not all wishes come true, and as the fiery mare steps out from the brush, a glimpse of dark spots on bay coat catches her eye. Hazel eyes peer at the figure, lost in her own world - so unknowing of the things she could do, of the power she held...well, at least that's how it seemed. A deep breath in and out, and Chrisma is as frozen as the atmosphere around her. What should she say? Was there anything she could say?

    Golden eyes drop to the ground, and approach the figure. She tries to say something meaningful, but there is only one phrase she can muster. 

    "We meet again."

    @[Tantalize]
    #3

    tantalize

    I'll have a reason good enough

    I'll believe in you and trust

    On the day you finally see the way you treated me

    Was a far cry from love


    Her silence is soon disturbed by the approach of another. It takes her a moment before her golden eyes recognize the red mare with the white face. This time her cheeks are pristine and clean from tear tracks. She looks healthier… Happier. Perhaps the ocean was working it’s magic on her as it was the jaguar mare. ”So we do.” Comes her low gruff response but it is not unkind.

    A slight gesture from her muzzle invites the mare to come closer, to join her. A gentle breeze trails it’s fingers into her long forelock, letting it dance around the frame of her face as gilded says turn back to the sea. For the most part she had kept to herself. Having stepped in to greet a diplomat (the bad news she carried still like bile in the back of her throat), showed up to the meeting, a few trips to the field. Usually she was here, on the cliff, looking at the swirl of the tide beneath them.

    ”You seem to have settled in.” She finally comments quietly, still keeping her gaze to the distance. There’s an approval that laces her words, noting that her advice had been taken to heart.
     




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