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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


    If we're talking about body, you've got a perfect one - Klaudius
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    kylin
    html code by Toli, design idea based on "Dovev" by Laura

    Like a flower waiting to bloom.
    The arrival of strangers wouldn’t go unnoticed in Ischia long. The island wasn’t that big, and the ways of reaching it were limited. One could fly, but all those who weren’t gifted with a pair of wings were bound to wait for low tide. Only then the sandbanks could be crossed. It had always been quite calm, never had Ischia been busy, and Kylin liked it that way. With the arrival of Circinae things had changed, but ever since, there hadn’t been more strangers to come to their island uninvited.

    Until now. Kylin had been out for a swim when she had spotted the couple on the beach. For a while she had studied them, as her fins kept her in place without drifting away. By the time she had reached the beach herself pale mare and lavender stallion – family perhaps – were long gone. But, nobody knew Ischia like Kylin. And thus it doesn’t take her long to find them, just in time to overhear the words the winged mare speaks.

    The words are enough to make her pause. Not too long ago Circinae had come and claimed the land, and now another stranger attempted the same thing? Still hidden by the jungle’s vegetation she stays back, listening a little longer before actually revealing herself. ”Hello there” she greets the two strangers, curious hazel eyes taking in both of them. ”Welcome to Ischia.”

    ”What brought you to our island? Can I help you with something?” Like a diplomat would ask of another diplomat visiting the land. Though she know that wasn’t the intention of the two visiting, if visiting was the right words. Her coat is still damp from the sea, her fins sparkling in the little sunlight that found its way through the leaves, but the temperature is high enough for her not to be bothered by the dampness of her coat. ”My name is Kylin, who are you?”



    OOC: Since neither Klaudius or Sabra are habitants of Ischia, the thread cannot be truly private. Hope you don’t mind me replying, Kylin needs something to do ^^.
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    RE: If we're talking about body, you've got a perfect one - Klaudius - by Kylin - 12-06-2017, 01:16 PM



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