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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


    [private]  I Was Lightning, Before the Thunder[Sabra] MATURE
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    The screaming, the yelling, the roar that rattled the very earth underneath her, it all happened so incomprehensibly quickly.  The commotion had disrupted her, and her body had found its own way to crest the high point of one of Nerine’s cliffs.  From her vantage point she had seen a large sum of the woeful encounter, her mind rapidly fitting the gaps together as her slender limbs carried her swiftly towards the foursome.

    She’s not fast enough to keep anything from happening, to interject, to do something.  Anything.  Anything other than sliding to a stumbled halt on top of the freshly disfigured ground caused by Castile’s inferno.

    Breckin doesn’t spare Klaudius’s charred remains the time of day, looking fleetingly over towards the scaled stallion for a reassurance that he was still in once piece.  Satisfied, she works her way to the spot where Sabra’s body had just laid.  The leopard mare’s head drops low, feeling the telltale weight of regret and sorrow pressing down as her eyes close.  The silence that closes over her is deafening, but it allows her a brief moment of clarity when her crown finally rises again.

    Her dark eyes ascend to watch as the dragon’s form disappears into the gray washed skies.  “We’re going to Tephra.  Soon.”

    @[Neo] @[Leilan] @[Castile] @[Sabra]


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    RE: I Was Lightning, Before the Thunder[Sabra] MATURE - by Breckin - 10-18-2018, 06:09 PM



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