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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


    man you shoulda seen her light up; svedka
    #1
    Glim is happy.
    Ridiculously happy. Almost to the point of delirium. Dim, as an extension of his spotty filly and her shadow-powers, is also happy whenever he trails after her. Sometimes she is alone when he annoys her too much and she banished him back to wherever it is she conjured him up out of. 

    Most of the time they can be seen roaming the hills and chasing each other through the trees. They nap beside the big blue lake where the fishes slap the surface with their tails and bugs walk like gods across the ripples. Other times they hop over the rockiest parts of the mountainsides and from ridge to ridge as if they too, were mountain goats. 

    Kagerus raises her right.
    Solace smiles at her.

    Dim occasionally winks in and out of existence without her say-so. He reports back to her errant actual mother. Glim doesn’t know about these furtive little trips he takes. Wasn’t even aware that shadows had secret agendas too. The day she learns of this will be a sad day for the two of them. There will be strife between them but somehow they’ll go on because they are part of one another. 

    For now, they are both blissfully ignorant as they go about gamboling and exploring. Today they are drawn in by the groves of trees. Wisteria. Cherry. The trees are shot through with every conceivable variation of red and gold they can think of. There are a few oranges and yellows too. 

    It should be mentioned too, that today her shadow-companion is in the shape of a yellow-eyed lynx. To the unassuming eye it would seem as if she is being chased by a predatory cat until the giggles and shrieks of delight precede their happy tumbling and running. Of course the only things about Dim that are ever the same is the vague shadowy substance he’s made of - there but not there, quite confusing but neither of them question it - and his yellow eyes. 

    Sometimes in the midst of their play, they get all tangled up together: shadow-thing and filly. 

    Sometimes he changes from lynx to wolf then back again. Once, he even shifted into a leggy colt! But they give chase to one another amidst laughter and her blowing snorts of out-of-breathness. They take turns yelling “Tag, you’re it!” until eventually the spotty filly and her shadow-friend are exhausted by their games. 

    They move slowly beneath the interlocking canopy of branches and burnt leaf. Two pairs of sleepy eyes seem to miss much around them - what have they to fear? This is sanctuary and a well protected one at that. Firm in such an assurance, their matched steps Peter out to almost stillness with equally sleepy nods of their heads. Finally the filly can go on no more and she curls up into the root-arms of a cherry tree. 

    Dim lays draped around her in lynx-form again. He keeps watch as she sleeps. Since shadows don’t really need sleep... but he has always matched her in just about everything when not showing his own independence as a sentient shadow. But even Dim is lulled by the passage of cloud across sky from what little glimpses can be seen through the breaks in the thickly knit branches. 

    No one notices that someone is nearby until Glim lifts her head, blinking blearily and calling out in a sleepy tone - “Who goes there?”

    @[Svedka] <3
    #2
    the secret of our world is written in the stars
    Svedka is known for a late-afternoon doze, and perhaps that is where he had been heading when he came across the little filly and her companion. He hadn’t meant to startle anyone, of course, but the moment their figures came into view he could not help himself as he went to investigate. The stallion would have gotten closer if she had not heard him, and perhaps even nudge the child awake. But the girl has heard him, lifting her tiny head quizzically and half-asleep, searching the quiet copse of autumnal trees for a sign of movement. The stallion does not hesitate to appear, for he hadn’t even stopped in his walk towards her. The dying sunlight of late afternoon filters through the canopy and plays gentle patterns on his milk-and-honey coat, the chilly wind curling his blue-streaked mane around his handsome face and twirling the black and red feather behind his ear in its cold fingers. There are remnants of flower petals scattered throughout his mane haphazardly, most dying and brittle, but one vividly orange. It is the one that Kagerus had given him - the panther lily - and though it is close to death from being plucked, it clings to life in the ivory tendrils of his mane. 

    “Just me,” he replies, his voice deep yet gentle. “I’m called Svedka.” He wonders if he is meant to introduce himself with his title, the Heart, but she is so young he knows she will not care for  political correctness. 

    His cerulean gaze is set on the filly, though once he is before them and he halts, he lowers his head to glance curiously to the shadow-feline beside her, his head tilting quizzically. He had never seen anything like it before - a fully living creature (seemingly so) that appears to be made only of shadow and tricks of the light. He snorts softly, wondering if he would be able to control his urge to reach forward and touch the creature - would it dissolve into nothingness, like a cloud? Or would it be solid and if so, warm? The puzzlement is evident on the alabaster and gold of his face, his lips pressed into an firm line as he thinks so carefully about this strange beast before him. “What’s that?” he asks poignantly, for he had never seen a lynx before nor has he never seen a shadow-animal.

    Svedka has forgotten to ask for the child’s name, as he is enamoured with the nameless shadow-being before him. He even goes so far as to take a few steps closer to it, nose flaring as he tries to decipher what is before him simply by scent and sight. Ever curious and never cautious, the stallion stretches his neck towards the feline, intent on touching it with the velveteen of his pale muzzle.
    (be my escape)
    Svedka


    @[glim]
    feel free to have Dim react however he would like! Smile




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