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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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    Pretty pink tractor [becca, any]
    Johnathen
    Nomad
    #1
    10-31-2015, 12:13 AM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2015, 12:17 AM by Johnathen.)
    The journey home was short. The sun and the moon were kissing the horizon good night. I look up at Mama and smile. This was our home. I see horses like crazy. There is ash in the middle. I walk over to a puddle and slay my legs like an oak does its branches. I lick the ice, trying to drink some water, then my tongue gets stuck. I pull and pull. Its no use. "Uhuh! Uhuh! I Eed ou! I oun eh uk! I say, trying to say "Mama! Mama! I need you! My tongue is stuck." I giggle at what I say. Then pull a little more. Ow. It sure is stuck.
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    (OOC: Haha, johnathen has encountered ice. Great first experience, ain't it?)
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    Becca
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    #2
    10-31-2015, 10:33 AM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2015, 10:38 AM by Becca.)