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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


    best have your wits about you [Maugrim]
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    Jesper has all but succumbed to his liquid body wrap. The support and comforts of the water around his chassis induce a sense of weightlessness and effortlessness. Jesper completely embraces it. Yet, he is slipping from consciousness and, would no longer be able to feel the peace which ensnares him. The ebony stallion relinquished much of his control over his own skeletal muscles as the beast suggested. If only he could get one glimpse of his maker. Concentration focuses on lifting eyelids to unshield aquamarine gaze. The darkness from behind his eyelids fades though, is replaced by the thick darkness of the water he is in. His vision is limited at best. The hazy film remains despite the physical barrier of his upper lid serving as a wiper over his glossy orbs. Jesper struggles to see through the filters blocking his sight and, just barely, he makes out a pair of dark eyes. Their sheen is different than that of the water around them and, they contrast with a face of lighter hue than his surroundings.

    Satisfied with his efforts, Jesper feels the last molecules of oxygen being replaced by the lake's waters. Eyelids fall gently back over orbs and expression falls completely into a tranquil rest. Physique is as fluid as the molecules embracing him and, stallion is unaware of the forces pushing him through the water. Chassis bends and yields to the beast's will though, completely unaware of the churning and pushing forces upon his form. Jesper does not feel the rough abrasion upon his shoulder and, nape as he grits against the shallows of the pool. His pelt does scrape back and, reveals raw scratches on the underside of steed's neck. His other side, now exposed to the freezing temperatures, begins to develop ice crystals upon the tendrils of his mane and, longer hairs of his fur. His right nostril also breaks from beneath the water and, air passively circulates around it. With no active force drawing the oxygen into his chest, lungs no longer possess the fuel to inflate and deflate. Air sacs freeze as a result of the frigid water inside them. He lays, seemingly lifeless here. His heart still contracts, very slowly, to course frozen blood throughout body. Externally, nothing moves: not the vibration of wind across his pelt, nor the twitch of a muscle spasm, nor the rise and fall of his flank with each breath.
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    @[Maugrim]
    Just in case you need a synopsis: He is unconscious. Heart is barely beating but, everything else is water logged or frozen and cannot function.
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    RE: best have your wits about you [Maugrim] - by Jesper - 05-13-2018, 05:30 AM



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