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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


    Ever the Same | Corvus
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    Jah-Lilah
    someday, we will foresee obstacles
    We were drawn from the weeds, we were brave like soldiers.


    The euphoria that had come during the arrival of Gypsey was still clinging to Jah-Lilah for dear life, as real and tangible as the feathers in her mane. Staring down at the perfection in gold slumbering by her side, she wondered how she had ever gotten so lucky. Her mate controlled the wind, brought clouds to shield them from the sun when it was too much, brought her rain when her flowers needed watering, the day started and ended on his wings, and she can't believe he is hers. All hers. It seems like forever since the day they had met, but he's always been there, she realizes. From the moment she took air into her lungs, he had always been there. Now they were three, and nothing could bring her down. 

    Still, a part of her heart felt an ache. One child at her feet, but two more had been long lost to her. There had been no trace of Crevan since his mother had got ghost on Jah-Lilah, and @[Corvus] had stormed off after her sharp tongue had berated him in front of his brother, never to return to her since. Over and over that fight played in her mind, but alas, timeline manipulation was out of the grasp of her many talents. With a heavy sigh, she looks out into the darkness of Hyaline. The Dragon-King had offered her shelter beneath his treasured trees, and she had hastily remade her den with barely enough time for Canaan's daughter to burst into the world. With a kiss to her babe's glowing forehead, she rises. As stealthy as a panther, she slinks from the thicket that Gypsey is sheltered in, and ventures out into the evening.

    Her barrel is slim already, and she looks pretty good she thinks for just having dropped a child. The only place where her baby weight still holds stubbornly is around her coppery rump, but strangely, she doesn't mind. Canaan seemed to enjoy that the junk in her trunk hadn't yet disappated, and for that she enjoyed it too. She shakes herself, the bolts down to stretch her legs in a fit of joy. Her silvery voice cuts through the night in a boisterous whinny, and she slides to a stop at the bottom of the valley. 


    We had fallen down in the pale moon light.




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