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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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    lupei

    What the truth is, I can't say anymore

    Lupei likes a fighter. He enjoys the way they wind themselves up, enjoys watching them wrestle with their pent up fury over some small matter. He’s not really here for any specific reason (here as in the field) but he figures if he hangs around long enough he’ll see something interesting happen. Right now he’s a horse, his usual self, just unusual in the color. From the tip of his ears to his flank he’s a pleasant mint green. Teal drips from his belly on to his legs, and he likes it that way. It’s fun being different. Not that anything normal had sprung from Astri anyways - his half sister was only a few shades darker green than their mother, so he supposes that the blood among them ran strong.

    A glint catches his eye - there’s a golden mare, aloft on heavenly wings that descends upon the mortals near the edge of the gathering. He smirks, knowing he’s found his source of entertainment for the day, and meanders closer. The little group is made up of mostly females, so he figures he can even the playing field a little bit by entering in. But my, what a conversation he’s stumbled upon. It seems the little black mare is up for a new life, and the brute has come first. “Poor sod.” Lupei thinks, tongue running over his teeth for a moment while he listens to the stallion tell off the winged mare.

    When the man actually tells her to back off, Lupei laughs aloud - an echoing, gut-filled sound. If he could cry, he would. It’s all too good to be true. He attempts to gather himself, but he just can’t, and a silly grin is still plastered to his mouth when he faces off the aggressive male. “You’ve got some steel, haven’t you?” He chuckles, tail drawing a lazy circle around his hocks. “I’d be a bit more careful with that wagging tongue of yours, or you might find it outside of your mouth.” The horse snaps his jaws once, for good measure, a sly grin accompanying the action.

    He turns back to the mare’s, head dropping low to the ground in an over embellished bow. “Lupei, at your service.”

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    ordinary - by Dragonglass - 11-12-2015, 06:17 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Daey - 11-12-2015, 07:48 PM
    yin and yang - by Dragonglass - 11-13-2015, 08:05 AM
    RE: yin and yang - by Daey - 11-13-2015, 03:30 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Yael - 11-13-2015, 05:05 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Daey - 11-13-2015, 08:11 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Lupei - 11-13-2015, 09:32 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Daey - 11-14-2015, 12:16 AM
    RE: ordinary - by magnus - 11-14-2015, 12:26 AM
    RE: ordinary - by Yael - 11-14-2015, 10:20 AM
    RE: ordinary - by Dragonglass - 11-14-2015, 10:50 AM
    RE: ordinary - by Daey - 11-14-2015, 12:07 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Dragonglass - 11-14-2015, 05:56 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Daey - 11-14-2015, 06:57 PM
    RE: ordinary - by Dragonglass - 11-14-2015, 08:00 PM



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