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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]  help, i'm alive - anyone
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    they're gonna eat me alive.

    The world she’d returned to was not the one she remembered.
    But did it really matter what was real?

    It didn’t to the blue mare, at least not anymore. She could hardly differentiate between reality and her own nightmares.  She didn’t even try any longer. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

    This was not the world that she remembered. Had it all been a dream? Or was this strange land, reborn of the ruins of her homeland, the dream?

    Nightmares plagued the mare who allowed herself to sleep only when her body was well beyond the point of physical exhaustion. In her dreams, she could still taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She could see and smell the fear as others fled from her.  The screams rang so loudly in her ears she could hear them even when she awoke - trembling on the cold, hard  ground.  

    She’d kept herself isolated as much as possible - trying to fade away into the shadows her mother worshiped. She was dangerous. She was a monster. She knew what she was capable of and refused to subject anyone to her treachery.  In her solitude she mourned for what could have been.  More telling, in moments of weakness she wondered what it would be like to taste blood and flesh again…

    So the girl passed through the trees like a waif, with sunken ribs and hollow eyes, watching as life moved on all around her.

    Without her.

    n a d y a

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    He watched her as she moved slowly and without purpose through his forest. Her blue dimmed by years of self torture, her skin falling across her bones like a canvas stretch to far. He followed her his footstep landing soundlessly upon the twigs and needles that littered the ground. Kha admired the way her blue hide rippled beneath the filtered sunlight.

    He saw a reflection of himself, in a way, after years of isolating himself to his ghostly form. Of course he had one sided conversations with hundreds of others passing through his woods but the years slipped by undetected. He had watched Beqanna fall and then rise again, he was not dangerous like this mare, though he did not know she was. He was just lost and alone. By the time he had learned how to force himself back into his living body a year had turned into decades, he had only grown a year older, physically, but had the memories of over 30 years weighing him down. 

    When he had felt confident enough to join the world of the living he felt as if this wasn't his world any longer, and so he continued to haunt his forest. Today this blue mare had stumbled along his path.

    Hello he breathed sending his voice into her world of living, if that is what you could call this empty cage of a mare. His bay hide shimmered briefly to life and then disappeared just as quickly, a trick to the eye. A delightful pool on the horizon to the dying being in the desert.

    A mirage of sorts.
    KHA
    it doesn't matter what world you live in; it only matters what world lives in you

    @[Nadya]
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