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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


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    everybody praying for the end of time. [claim]
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    The ebony steed enjoyed his time as a canine while it lasted. As a new gift, Jesper had not yet mastered controlling it. He would, in due time; however, now dry and safely on land - a strange land - he thought it in his best interest to explore in the body he was born into. Aware that Leilan inhabited Icicle Isle, the stallion could not help but wonder if other familiar faces are here as well. Solid hooves navigate the icy, rocky terrain with a steady placement. Refined limbs execute an easy, strolling stride to carry stallion down the coast. Hock-kissed tucks itself between buttocks to avoid a draft sneaking in and full-length tresses cascade, from crest, down both sides of his muscled, arched nape. Aquamarine gaze looks out from beneath ebony forelock to search the landscape in front of him. At first, nothing really captures his attention and then, his sensitive olfactories pick up the fragrance of Leilan, and, that of the nameless, white fox, and, among others not yet known to him, his grandsire!

    Jesper accelerates into a balanced canter and, swiftly approaches the gathered equines. His pace holds steady until he eyes a hole to the right of Brennen. He abruptly pivots and draws up into a halt. Nostrils flare as stallion recovers his breath, his exhaled warm whuffs like puffs of smoke from a dragon's nose. Lobes rotate frantically in an attempt to pick up what is being discussed. Quick on the uptake, Jesper could easily detect the tension against the roaning black mare and the mostly black tobiano (whom bore the same scent as the nameless white canine that came to his cave). Beside him stood Brennen, Breckin, and Leilan, confident, proud and resolute. On the far side, stood another tobiano stallion. Although, he did not know his name, Jesper recognized his body posture and alignment as an ally. Lastly, a sturdy, solid black mare stands to demand a solution to avoid disturbing her brood any further. The black desert-bred remains silent, studying the situation while holding his ground. He did not need to add more words to the mix. He would stand with his brothers and sisters now, just as before. Without a single word, Jesper lifts his poll and his gaze to indicate that his allegiance could not be budged from where he stood. The tension between both sides of the argument is enough to cause the ends of his tail to flick rhythmically left-to-right and back again. Jesper remains tense and alert, watching and waiting for someone to make the next move.
    jesper
    carnage x bethanie
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    I would like to apologize for whatever this is. Just wanted Jesper to pick his side.
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    RE: everybody praying for the end of time. [claim] - by Jesper - 11-11-2018, 02:03 PM



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