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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


    Things you've never seen {Tarnished, Any}
    #1
    Bored. She was bored. Her festive green head is tilted sideways, and those mismatched eyes are boring a hole into the center of the cold, compact earth. It’s winter, she looks like something straight out of a christmas story book, and Astri is bored as hell. She exhales and flicks her dead expression into the mild throng of beqanna inhabitants, wondering what a girl had to do to get some companionship. Her emerald colored skin is enough to let her stand out without being too strange, but like any poisonous prey it also flashes ‘outsider’, ‘danger’.

    She’s not really big on connections, and she’s got no familial ties to this place, but she’d kept herself here for another year because outside of this realm, there was no one like her. She’d be easy pickings for anyone with a long tooth or claw. Not to say that there wasn’t any of that here, because she’d seen things that were borderline occult. But at least in Beqanna she felt like less of a freak than she did anywhere else. So the easy-going mare slumps into a comfortable position and hopes someone will turn a curious eye her way. 

    Astri
    .:Mantis green girl of Yule and Astrah:.
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    #2
    Jacque was simply wandering. Well, he had been a wanderer for such a long time, that it seemed a part of him. It was natural, and calming. It was a form of therapy for him, served to relax him and calm him. Four years, he had gone without companionship, only an occasional conversation here or there had pulled him back from the edge of insanity. Now, here he was, his new home, and new characters to get to know.

    He had come to the meadow on the advice of a member of the Falls, but he was wondering whether it was a good idea; all the horses here were starting to make him uneasy. He guessed - no, hoped - that his anxiety was just a temporary confidence issue, but another, more cynical part of him doubted this. And yet another part of him knew he'd just have to wait and find out.

    That was how he stumbled upon the green mare, first just a glance, but then, after his brain had processed the unusual but equally beautiful shimmering coat, he felt himself drawn to her, fascinated by her emerald complexion. The sensible part of him questioned the reckless part of him, and the only sane part of him sighed inwardly. Perhaps those years alone had done more damage than he would admit.
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    #3
    The one who finally approaches seems rather ordinary, but Astri isn’t so easily deceived. She rouses from her stasis and looks him over, hard, before flicking both of her ears forward and offering her nose to the stranger. He seemed almost as hesitant as her, so she gives over to intuition and trusts that she won’t come to any immediate harm. There’s an elongated scar in place of one eye and she wonders how he could’ve come across such an accident, though she keeps these thoughts to herself.

    “The name’s Astri,” She begins, “And you are?” The words come off as brittle as the winter air, but she means them with the best intentions. Being away from company for so long has left her a little … rough around the edges. She’s optimistic though, wondering how he’ll counter and if he’ll actually have anything to say. The harder she stares the more she finds interesting about him. His curved ears are one thing, the scar another, and his painfully curious stare all mix to form a rather interesting character.

    She just hopes he won’t be too dull to hold a stimulating conversation.
     

    Astri
    .:Mantis green girl of Yule and Astrah:.
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    #4
    When the emerald mare spoke, her voice sounded somewhat dry, and unmistakably different from the many others he had listened to since his arrival in the Kingdom of the Falls. While his brain puzzled over his lack of ability to process body language and tone of voice, he stumbled over his words in his reply. 'Jacque, ma'am' There was a long pause, before his brain reminded him to continue: 'it's a pleasure to meet you.' He dipped his head in a bow, a gesture of respect to the emerald mare who he learnt was named Astri. It was a beautiful name, but he didn't think it did justice to her jaw dropping appearance. After another, equally long and extremely awkward pause, he sighed. 'I beg your pardon for my antisocial behaviour, I'm terribly out of practice.' He dipped his head again, in acknowledgement of his failure.

    Finally plucking up enough courage to meet her gaze, he began to notice other things about her that he could not see from a distance, like the bold white blaze down the centre of her face, and her mismatched eyes which reminded him of the young colt that had introduced him to his beautiful Kingdom. In a way, he mused, those eyes are similar to mine, although he quickly reminded himself that they really weren't, as she wasn't blind, as far as he knew.

    He just hoped she'd be more forgiving of him than he was of himself.
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    #5
    Old-fashioned was the word that sprang to her mind as soon as he opened his mouth. His speech seemed so rehearsed and out of place that she wondered for a moment if it was a ruse. Accompanied with the bow it seemed almost ridiculous, but the jade girl kept her mouth shut. He was the first person to approach her in months, and she wouldn’t be so quick to drive him away with her rather unpleasant company. However, she was at a loss on how to reply to him. The awkward moment stretches unbearably before the both of them, so long in fact that Astri grinds her teeth together in frustration before he breaks the void with an apology.

    She exhales, gathering her patience and allowing for a trickle of pity to soften her otherwise stony expression. “You’re not the only one.” Maybe there was an obvious reason as to why she was alone. She didn’t exactly give off a pleasant vibe, and what she assumed was confidence others took as acidity. Her head nods softly and she chooses a rather open-ended couple of questions for the stallion to regain his feet on.

    “So where are you from, Jacque? And what brought you out here?”

    Astri
    .:Mantis green girl of Yule and Astrah:.
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