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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


    i'll keep you close; phae pony/any
    #1
    B R O N S O N N
    Despite the darkness of his pied skin, he enjoys the summer sun pressing against his back. The thick dragonborn son of Nayl and Lior emerges near the river as a plain equine, there is no need to boast here, nor did he want the attention whether it be fear or awe. The youngest son finds himself more reserved than his elder siblings. Castile, the king of Loess, Isobell, the legendary kelpie queen, they could keep their titles if it only meant the blue-grey and white male could have his peace.

    The golden light shimmers against the metallic of his gunmetal patches as though it even may be envious of the creature he was. The trees around the river seem to sway sleepily as their leaves were beginning to lose their luster of green, their edges began to fade in anticipation of an early autumn. Feathered feet pull him into the waters so he stand ankle deep in the chilly waters. The young stallion regards it all with a dark eye before he dips his head to drink from the free flowing waters.

    Lids fall against his reflection, an image of thick mane that lay in gnarls and lightly bristled lips of a whiskered man he would become, part and drink. There is a solemness about him...perhaps even a shyness. The sun catches the dribble of water that remains on his chin as he lifts his head to observe another not far down the shore. Others roamed here, it was no secret, but the dark male was not well versed in conversation so his heart flitted in an uneven rhythm but he stands his ground and waits to see if they approach with dark eyes that convey curiousity beneath the fall of his iron blue forelock.
    i'll keep you close
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    #2
    peregrine jude
    i glow pink in the night in my room

    Peregrine Jude is a good mother, but she would be lying if she did not admit that she dumped Chimaera with the other mothers of Tephra. The pegasus is all too eager to leave her volcanic home—the smell of sulfur and the constant heat are far too heavy for her now. At least that is what she tells herself, even as her mind relaxes at the thought of spending a day or two away from the responsibility of her child.

    Yes, she is exhausted by children (especially her own), but she cannot help that her last two partners disappeared soon after childbirth. Her heart still aches at the thought of Vadar, and her stomach clenches thinking of the warmth of Aysel.

    Still, Jude is the fickle and flighty and absolutely seductive creature that she always has been. Her motherly glow is shed as she takes to the sky and crosses the border between Tephra and Sylva. The fall-forest is so vibrant this time of year that the pink woman nearly looks for a meadow within the land to settle in. Her wanderlust is strong, though, and she flaps away from her subconscious descent to find some other promise of excitement.

    The river is where the pegasus finally settles, kicking up pebbles and water as she lands in the shallows. She shakes out her tangled and curly mane, then turns a slow circle while tucking her lavender wings close. The pale purple of her eyes light up when they settle on a handsome man downstream. Her signature saccharine smile curves the eager lines of her lips. Bronsonn is well-muscled and quiet, the opposite of what she always finds herself with.

    How exciting.

    “Hi, honey,” she calls, southern accent thick and sweet. She trots a bit closer, lifting her slim legs in a way that might be showy, though she can easily pass it off as her way of travelling through water. Her lips turn down into a secretive grin. “What’re you lookin’ all cute and broody about?”

    i've been blossoming alone over you


    @[Bronsonn] <3
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