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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


    Carpe Diem [Adrie]
    #1


    His father told him an interesting thing recently - People do as they will... or as you make them do.. Nisos liked the sound of that. That means - if he were to figure out how - he could get whatever his little heart desired. And oh dear, did it desire a lot. But he was young, and there are stars a plenty in his eyes. Not unlike his father, Nisos is a dreamer. A dreamer with a lust for power and a will to go after it. One way or another.

    One way or another...

    But dreams can only get a boy so far. It takes skill, courage, know how to get what you want in this world. It takes learning, despite the fact that you may think you are the best. Everyone starts out somewhere. And in the dawn of his life, Nisos starts at the beginning the only way he knows how - by seeking out his family. His father, Damien, had gone and disappeared again. That, Nisos vowed, was not how he would become. A horse obsessed with seeking immortality - his father left Beqanna frequently in search of his lover, Vain. (Not that they ever really loved each other - they fought mostly, then had lots of make up sex.) But to each his own.. Nisos wanted to be his own person. To do his own things. But what he had yet to learn, is that his father's shadow would follow him throughout his life. There would be no escape.

    But today, as Damien flies off again, Nisos is left in the Meadow to his own interests. His mother, Harmonia, is nowhere to be seen - though the buckskin boy is now beyond worrying about her. Today is his and he will make the best of it. But where to start? He looks around the Meadow in search of something or someone interesting. You never know who you'll meet.. but maybe you'll grow in the process.



    N I S O S
    Buckskin Son of Damien and Harmonia


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    #2

    SINCERELY AND ALWAYS , A D R I E .


    The day was one full of bright sunshine and soft breezes as Adrie made her way into the meadow. It had been a long morning full of exploring the surrounding forest and finally she had grown bored. With confident steps she made her way towards the creek staring out at the mountains at the slow building storm. She knew eventually it would reach the meadows but that it would be a while and so she had time to do what she set out for.

    It was time finally to practice the gift the gods had blessed her with. the itch to design and create was growing inside of her. On the soft breeze dancing around her, small wisps of sand twisted and turned, brushing against her soft coat in an almost loving and tender caress. The peaceful feeling that had filled her caused her to unintentionally call for the bits of sand that had blew in from the south where the deserts lay in all their glory. Without a care in the world she smiled to herself as she caught sight of the sandy banks of the large river running through the meadows.

    Quickening her pace she stepped lightly through the tall grasses before finally stepping onto the sand. As all four hooves met with the sand she came to a complete stop and looked out over the river. With a soft and content sigh she closed her eyes and began to block out the surrounding noises around her. With deep concentration she felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as her gift came partially to life and the top layers of sand only a few feet infront of her began to shift and then swirl as it rose delicately into the air.

    As the minutes passed, more and more sand began to swirl together before finally shooting forward towards the very edge of the bank. As the sand danced elegantly together she closed her eyes tighter making sure to allow the sand to skim lightly against the surface in order to moisten before pulling it back towards her. The added weight made it more difficult to move the sand and it took every ounce of concentration to keep it from being lost.

    with a deep sigh she willed herself more, causing her gift to intensify and strengthen. It was then the sand shot back to being only a few feet infront of her once more before beginning to form tightly together. shape after shape, etch after etch, she felt her breathing become slightly heavier. it was only when she knew the sand had fully formed the image in her mind that she opened her eyes and let out a loud sigh. looking down she caught sight of the beautifully designed creation made of sand - a sea turtle. It was atleast three feet by four feet wide and the sand around it had formed to look as though it were swimming through waves.

    mesmerized by it, she continued to stare and never once did it cross her mind that someone may have seen. her mother, marjorie, had always taught her that her gift was never something she should be ashamed of and to never fear the greed or fear it may bring out amongst those who witnessed her gift in action. Never was she to fall pray to being taken advantage by others who wanted to use her in a situation that could harm others. In other words, Marjorie had made sure that Adrie didn't turn out to be like Adrie's father lokii.

    after a while was when she noticed the slight exhaustion the creation had brought on and she knew deep down she would need to work on building her strength and her stamina. Otherwise larger practices would wipe her out entirely, and something too large she somehow knew could even potentially kill her. And with everything she had she knew that was something she would need to avoid. and practice was exactly what this sea turtle was for her. one day she knew she would be using her gift for bigger and better things. what they were she just wasn't sure yet.

    secretly though she hoped someone had seen her little performance and would come to investigate so that she could show off the little sea turtle before the storm rolled in and washed it away. it was so beautiful and she felt it should be shared with any curious eye that wished to look upon it and enjoy the beautiful piece of work.

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    #3


    As does often happen, Nisos' eyes gaze over the bystanders of the Meadow. A mare and a foal graze peacefully to his right. His ears swivel and overhear a pair of young stallions chatting excitedly somewhere off behind him. Their competitive banter makes Nisos roll his eyes in general annoyance. But as his scanning continues, he notices a silver bay mare by the river to his left. She stepped through the tall grass gingerly. And closing her eyes, particles of sand began to swirl around and around. The buckskin colt turns his head toward the outskirts of the Meadow, looking for a sign of wind in the trees. However today the winds are calm and the boy is perplexed. What gift does this girl have? What magic can make the sands move like that? It happens slowly at first, but soon the grains of sand gather speed and intensity. More particles join and it becomes something with depth and volume - though at such a distance, Nisos cannot exactly tell what the mare is beginning to form.

    He needed to find out.

    With a laugh and a hop, Nisos quickly approaches her - without a thought as to how she might react. He canters across the Meadow, long legs covering the ground quickly. And before a minute has passed the colt bursts through the tall grass on the bank of the river - directly beside the silver bay. "Well that's a neat trick. he stammers, attempting to cover up the winded way his voice sounds after the sprint across the Meadow. His eyes fall to the ground and see the shape of a creature - through "sea turtle" is not an animal he knows. "What is it? And how did you do that?" The first question is full of curiosity and wonder. Clearly, a shape made in the sand without using your hooves is an unnatural feat. But his tone falls slightly on his second question. Nisos was strangely jealous of those with magic that he himself did not possess. Perhaps it is his age - young boys often covet things they themselves do now own. Or maybe it is his family history - he comes from a long line of mythical creatures, yet he himself does not have anything to show off.



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    Buckskin Son of Damien and Harmonia


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