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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


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    The reflection of the low-hanging Long Nights Moon glitters in the clear water. The name comes unbidden to Ivar’s mind, a symptom of the afternoon spent out of the water. The sapphire scaled kelpie strides toward the ocean and the gentle wind whips his dry forelock against the gold and white of his face. Impossibly handsome, the brightly colored creature all but screams charm. As the piebald creature sinks more deeply into the water, his smiling features smooth into a less beautiful - but no less striking - expression. He yawns, revealing jaws that open far too wide and that are lined with sharp teeth.

    The clear water around him is steadily growing dark, but there is enough of the setting sun to illuminate a figure on the beach as Ivar breaks the surface. Held afloat by finned legs and a flicking tail, the tricolor stallion watches Jhene make her way down to the beach. The appaloosa mare moves carefully, her nearly blind eyes close to useless in the dim light, and Ivar drifts nearer.

    In the water, the low rumble of hunger has returned. Unlike many of the mares in Ischia, Jhene’s sides have not begun to swell with the growth of a child. It is disappointing to Ivar, and it is not the first time he has been let down by the winged mare.

    Some things are meant to be nothing more than prey.

    Ivar forgets that on land sometimes, when memory and emotion overwhelm his instinct. The unnatural immortality possessed by horses of Beqanna only serves to further muddle the kelpie. He had enjoyed it while it lasted but Jhene grows more visibly scarred with each attempt on her life. Someone might start asking questions soon, and Ivar cannot have that.

    Beginning to duck beneath the water, he means to accost Jhene on the beach. Instead, a flicker of movement distracts him, and he tilts his head to the familiar shape of Lothbrok.

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