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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


    [open]  cold summers
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    Mary

    It had been a while since Mary has been out of Sylva, ever since the Plague she had been hard at work reaching for the crown. She had successfully accomplished her tasks and so the crown was rightfully hers, she just had to make sure that Sinner held up his end of the deal.

    She figured now that she had some free time on her hands she should visit the meadow, if not only to see how it is holding up. She was curious it equines still lingered, daring to be kissed by the plague, it was too late for Mary so she had nothing to lose. And of course, what a better reward than successfully recruiting another equine to the kingdom, she remembers Oraix who shortly disappeared. He was fun to toy with, but she needed dedicated kingdom members.

    The travels seemed to take forever, and perhaps it was because she grew weak quicker since being infected with the plague. Her body was beginning to lose a few small patches of fur, and she could only hope that it would grow back once she could be healed.

    As she reaches the meadow she casually looks about, It was certainly not as packed as it was before the plague. Though a few equines lingered here and there, she could only imagine them to be infected already, or nomads. No home to call there own, and then her eyes landed on a roaned filly. Her head tilts, she was curious as to why the filly was out and about on her own, and with no one else in sight she heads towards the young equine.

    Hello there she says in greeting, coming to a halt a few paces from the filly. What brings you to the meadow? Have you no home? With the plague lingering around there was no time to waste. This conversation could hold her fate, and she did not have time to waste on equines lurking the common lands.

    Long May She Reign


    @[Naia]




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    Messages In This Thread
    cold summers - by naia - 12-01-2018, 08:47 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-02-2018, 09:03 PM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 12-07-2018, 01:21 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-08-2018, 09:09 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Ivar - 12-10-2018, 07:57 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 12-12-2018, 07:56 AM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 12-15-2018, 12:16 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-19-2018, 07:05 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Ivar - 12-19-2018, 08:42 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 12-23-2018, 07:16 AM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 12-27-2018, 11:54 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Mary - 12-27-2018, 02:18 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Ivar - 12-29-2018, 11:05 AM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 12-30-2018, 11:40 AM
    RE: cold summers - by naia - 01-02-2019, 07:15 PM
    RE: cold summers - by Leilan - 01-03-2019, 03:01 PM



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