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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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    It'd been a long time since Covet set hoof in the meadow.

    In fact, his last time here was because of Myrina. That mare slunk into the Valley and into some weird recess of the orange eyed stallion's heart. It's something he hasn't quite understood and still can't wrap his head around. Women rarely, if ever, bring up loving emotions. He finds most of them to be inadequate and useless. A small handful proved him wrong through the years (Librette, Sage, Vampyric, and now Myrina).

    A hall of fame in his heart.

    He closes his eyes, trying to calm his mind before the usual onslaught of horses. He cannot go many places these days without being found out for who he is. Orange eyes, scarred beyond true recognition, ugly and squat. Covet is one of a kind, and not in a good way.
    Covet
    got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane
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