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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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    DAWN

    i just killed off what was left of the optimist in me

    Since the move to Pangea and her resulting pregnancy, she has kept mostly to herself.

    She had stood beside Litotes as he announced to the Cove what was happening, and felt the surge of pride when her own daughter, her firstborn, nominated herself to take over after her mother. A quick discussion with Lie and that had settled things – Issy was to take over the Cove and care for her inhabitants as her mother before her. Her other children had voted to stay within the subkingdom as well; it breaks Dawn’s heart to think about, but by now they are all old enough to care for themselves, and it will be a relief to not have to cater to the whims of four children and focus now on being a queen. 

    Her body aches as she lumbers through the kingdom she has yet to explore much of, her eyes studying the barren terrain and falling on the meandering river that cuts the kingdom in half. Many call this place a wasteland – it is a land that Carnage himself had raised from the depths, after all, and what better to call a place created by the Dark God – but Dawn finds a queer beauty in it, and most of all a feeling of serenity. Her hooves carry her towards the river as contractions find her finally, and it is by the bank that she births her second son. 

    By now, she is an old pro at this, and the foal comes easily. He is a colt with a coat like molten gold, and she smiles as she licks the boy clean. Tendrils of shadow surround them despite there being no shade nearby, and she chuckles as she realizes he must have inherited his father’s newest ability. “My little Darkling,” she whispers as she presses her nose into his neck, inhaling deeply. Climbing to her hooves, she nudges the boy to stand. “Come now, little prince. It is time to see your home.”

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    His first memories are of darkness.

    The sweet, softly rhythmic hushing is his lullaby, and it’s absence is the first indicator something is not quite right. The first time he understands there may be more to this world than what he’d known.

    He does not resist, too eager for this new adventure into the unknown. Perhaps one day it would be his undoing. Today though, it aids in his birth.

    His first intelligible thoughts are of the chilly bite to the air here and the brightness that stings his sensitive, newborn eyes. Shivering, he instinctively draws on the darkness to shield himself from the blinding light. It is not a thing he knows consciously, not something he would even realize for some time still is not normal. He knows only that his eyes hurt and that subtle dark pull brings darkness that eases the ache.

    Blinking up, he makes no sound, recognizing the familiar presence over him, even if it seems strange and foreign. The hush is gone, replaced by the raucous music of this new world. A new tempo. A new rhythm for him to learn.

    The melody of her voice weaves over it all, soothing and beautifully familiar. This must be her. He doesn’t know yet what to call her, but he knows her. He whuffles at her, damp little nose poking at hers in an almost imitation of the way she smooths her lips over him. And when she climbs to her feet, he needs no additional invitation to do the same.

    Regrettably, he is not nearly so graceful in his attempt (or rather, attempts) as she is. It is only after he lands rather gracelessly in a pile of flailing limbs several times that he manages to make it upright with his feet unsteadily beneath him. Such exertion is hungry work however, and he finds himself instinctively nosing his way towards her belly to take his first meal.
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