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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


    I'm about to risk it all; KERBEROS
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    It felt like ages since her hooves had last sunk into the sandy shores of Ischia. She should have been grey with a swayed back and cloudy eyes or at the very least moving a lot slower than she once had. But no, thankfully, she was not. She was as sleek as ever, almost more cat-like than horse even if that was the one power that she had yet to gather to herself yet. Perhaps one day she would, perhaps….


    Mmm, but she was not there yet. She circled lazily around the islands, noting the increased activity since those days before. Her golden eyes were watchful and perhaps a little wary, but she had been flying for some time now and her wings were tired, her muscles screaming at her for a rest. She tilted her wings, keeping them out aloft, but accelerating her descend down to the sand of the island before her.

    It was not the main island where there were those that would notice her right away. Although she would perhaps be a little unimpressed by a kingdom who’s guards couldn’t spot a pale blue horse with black wings flying through the air towards their kingdom. And so while she hopes she was not seen, she does not expect for that to happen. Any self-respecting kingdom would have already brought out the welcoming committee.

    She shifts fluidly into a black swan, sliding into the water almost the instant that her hooves touch down in the sand. She enjoys the ease at which this form travels through the water, so graceful, so easy. She settles her wings easily at her sides and swims closer to the main island, careful to keep an eye below her and an eye above her as she does so.

    There is only one stallion here that she wants to see and so she figures she would have to wait to see if he makes an appearance. For now she waddles up to edge of the shore and settles out in the sun where it beats down on her black feathers. She almost closes her eyes and sighs in contentment, but instead just sighs, her eyes still roving while she waited to find him.

    This had been the one spot where he had often went or at least it had been. She was unsure if he was even still here.
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