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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


    Dancing in the dark || Kylin
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    Belgaer
    Midnight cloaked the island in it’s deep navy as he flew above the coastal trees. Circling overhead his gaze traced along the endless expanse of sand as it separated the sea from the island’s populated center. Below, a number of Ischian residence were sleeping soundly – the island eerily quiet. Even the parrot had tucked themselves away in their nests. From above, the island hardly appeared changed. It was only when he landed that he found himself able to realize that everything had changed. He was no longer a colt, a fact that had become even more apparent by his father’s hurried ascension. New responsibilities followed him as he sought to serve his father with the loyalty he was owed.
     
    Tilting downward Belgaer exhaled as his hooves steadied his landing upon the cool sand of the beach. Within the shallows of the ocean bioluminescent plankton dances and swirled, lighting the water with the vibrant blue of their glow. Watching them he felt himself relax, forgetting the endless tasks he would face upon the sun’s rise. For now, he was home, and that was enough. Though he saw very little of his siblings, it was comforting to feel their presence all around them. Even his mother had solidified her place upon Ischia and, as the king’s mate, she was finally beginning to thrive as her belly grew. Soon, another foal would be prancing among them and little Khaeli would be glad to have a playmate. She was rambunctious, he knew, giving her caretakers quite the task at ensuring that she stayed free from harm. At the thought of his little sister he smiled, an expression that quickly faded as he recalled those who had slipped away amid the confusion. Astarael had been among them. Ever the oddball he hadn’t expected her to leave without so much of a goodbye. Even Mosrael was disturbed by the young one’s sudden disappearance. Of course, he had tried to search for her only to return home empty handed.
     
    Frustrated, Belgaer forced his mind away from the things that were outside of his control. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply reveling in the familiar smells of his home. Sand, salt and fish assaulted his senses, but he did not flinch away. Instead, he embraced it unsure of how long he would be permitted to remain.
    The Prodigal Son


    @[Kylin] Sorry this sucks, it will get better I promise!
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