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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


    thrown like a star in my vast sleep; any
    #1

     He was back again, empty handed of course, but returning none-the-less. Its night and it’s cold, cold enough to make his long winter coat stand on end and his skin prickle over. He has a bit of fun moving through the trees and bushes, all encased in a sparkling frost, his body disappearing in the shadows and reappearing in the moonlight amongst the silvery glowing diamonds. He’s delighted to not see snow and to know that his new home possesses the ability to shed the cold with each sunrise and become decent again.

    There is a small pool, steaming and comfortable among the frostiness, it’s rocky mouth lined with marked stones and healthy vegetation. The temperatures keep the plant-life safe from cold, the mists keep them watered. There are several worn lines in the earth, from Chem’s constant travel to and from his favorite salt-water bath.

    Mmm. He slips into its heat with a groan, his body disappearing into the black.



    CHEMDOG
    to the window, to the wall


    just hangin' out
    #2
    Following her return with Kaurma to Nerine so she could speak to Breckin, and still unaware that she'd been under the mare's influence, Nalia had decided to make another trip to Loess and see what other residents lived there. And to possibly avoid the mare in case she got back before Nalia did. The filly wouldn't say she hated, or disliked, the mare she'd met during her first visit, but she did get an odd feeling about the fanged creature and her gut told her she should at least keep her space.

    The filly arrived back at Loess fairly late in the day, hanging out near the border in case some horse found her and asked her to leave; being near the border gave her a quick escape route. Content with exploring the beautiful flowers again, despite the winter snow still on the ground, the filly entertained herself with going through the fauna by some of the hot springs in one section of Loess. But it appeared someone else had the idea as well.

    The sound of rustling in the bushes alerted the filly to the presence of another nearby creature, and quick as a big cat, she stopped sniffing the flowers, opened her wings, and took to the sky. Once she was up high enough, she turned her head to see who was going to appear where she'd just been, curious as to who it could be at this late hour. Then again, who was she to talk, when she was out here in Loess this late in the day and should be back home in Nerine where it was safer for her?

    Luckily, for Nalia at least, it wasn't Kaurma. Who knows what that mare would do if she found the filly here alone, at night? Instead, the creature was much taller that Kaurma or Nalia herself, with a black coat speckled with white spots. Nalia recalled the name of a breed that lived here that had those spots, but this horse's sheer size and body type spoke that he was something else entirely.

    Enticed as to who he was, the filly followed him from above, keeping her wings flapping just light enough to keep her airborne and from losing height. She didn't want to be seen just yet, for she didn't know this horse, nor did she think he lived here. He calmly walked through the trees and bushes that were encased in a light frost similar to snow, seemingly unfazed by how the white powder danced over his coat before melting into water. A few times, she lost him in the shadows thanks to his dark coloring, but as soon as the white speckles reappeared, she knew where he was and resumed tracking him to where his destination was.

    The familiar heat of the steam pools reached Nalia's senses, and she waited among the trees, watching to see what the stallion would do. She remained quiet as he walked among the vegetation, not bothered by the rock-lined path that led to the steam pools. She did not notice the well-worn lines in the dirt, simply because she had not yet come this far, having instead busied herself with the flora a few yards back the other way.

    The stallion let out what sounded to Nalia's sensitive ears like a content sigh before he walked right into one of the steam pools, a small cloud of heat rising up and covering his form. Nalia flew a bit closer to try and see him, but thanks to his white speckles being covered by the water, and not knowing the stallion was facing away from her, Nalia's eyes failed to pick his form out in the dark.

    Curious to where he could've gone, the filly flew down to hover over the steam pools, her eyes peeled to see if she could figure out where the stallion disappeared to.


    @[Chemdog] Based on how you wrote it, I wasn't sure if Chemdog had submerged himself in the steam pool, or not, so I left it a bit more open by saying that if he hadn't, he's facing away from Nalia and that's why she can't see him; she can't see the white on his face or chest. Let's see how entertaining this could be, shall we?  Big Grin
    #3

     He’s oblivious to her floating presence for an embarrassing amount of time, really.  As he soaks, thinking he is alone, he mulls over many things – this and that, mostly women and politics. He submerges himself for as long as he can bear to be without breath, rising and sinking slowly. On his last trip upward his teal eyes blink open, salty water dripping down his long black lashes and trickling down his broad ghostly white roman-nosed face.  He flicks both pale ears toward the swirling steam above him, only the mare’s silhouette can be picked out, but he’s relieved to see that she is indeed a she.

    He steps up and toward the sloping edge of the steaming pool, his feathery ankles still in the glassy onyx water. He has a shake and then looks again, but is unable to make her out her exact location, “Come down,” His voice booms, deep and gritty, “...don’t be timid.” He spins himself to face her if she does intend to touch down on  the frosty ground.

    The mists part with each gust of wind sent by her elegant wings. The swooping sound moves around the sky, spreading and fading, moving the silvery clouds gathering among the warm pools.



    CHEMDOG
    to the window, to the wall


    @[Nalia]
    #4
    The stallion's voice surprised Nalia when he called to her, telling her to come down and not be so shy. The filly started while she was still hovering over the pool, her wings carrying her a bit higher since she couldn't see where the stallion was below her. Her anxious eyes looked around to see if they could spot any sort of significant detail, but nothing turned up, and Nalia wondered what she should do.

    Should she take a chance to greet this stallion even if he decided to turn against her? Or should she turn tail and run to keep herself safe? For some reason, the stallion's voice, while deep and intimidating, didn't really frighten her, so she decided to stick around, if only to see who this mysterious horse was.

    Beating her wings a few more times to clear the mist, the filly touched down by the edge of the steam pools, unknowingly just a few feet away from him. She didn't notice such a fact until the mist cleared some more, finding her gaze to be directed more at his neck and chest since he was taller than her.

    Nalia's eyes drifted up to look at the stallion's face, and she was quick to notice that he was a rather impressive and handsome creature. His black coat fit well over his body, his skin stretched over the layers of muscles than ran beneath. Nalia suddenly felt very small compared to him, with her smaller, more compact frame, but hidden strength lay in the muscles she possessed, her quick mind, and the powerful wings she had attached to her back.

    Tucking the appendages in just to avoid something if the stallion tried to attack her, she put on a friendly smile, tilting her head just a little to seem innocent, "Hi there. I'm Nalia. Did you come up here to enjoy the steam baths too?"

    @[Chemdog]




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