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    COTY

    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


    could i use you as a makeshift gauge - kylin
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    His new island is far larger than the western isle they had occupied so long. With the would-be usurpers gone back east to the mainland, Ivar is free once more to roam the turquoise waters of his home. It takes no time at all to reach the shores of the island resort, and he climbs onto the sand with a shake of his sodden hide.

    The water that remains slides in rivulets between his smooth scales and drips from his tangled mane and tail. Ivar shakes his wet forelock from his face to better see, and his golden gaze flicks through the greenery of this unfamiliar island. The flora is the same, but there is more living chatter here than the chit of parrots.

    Somewhere in there is Kylin, and with her his daughter and his Kyveli. The latter two are of less concern than the first, though he has every intention of coming back for them once he has taken Kylin back home. The kelpie has grown agitated without her, and the strong scent of multiple stallions on this island does nothing to soothe him. He had seen the exodus of the purple herd, had seen too many faces that looked like Kylin's for comfort. There are very few things he knows he might lose her too, and family tops the list.

    "Kylin?" He calls, reluctant to go much farther into the jungle - and more importantly - much farther from the sea. "Kylin?!"

    @[Kylin]
    :D
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