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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


    Sticks and Stones, Love [ Any]
    #1


    She was little, only a few months old, barely old enough to want to wander...but only so far. Karaugh was bold for her age though and she had no interest in following any direction her mother gave while she wasn't watching. Say she had bad character, say she had "no home training," say whatever you like Karaugh didn't care, and she sould do as she pleased. She moved away slowly from the shadowy corner where her mother slept, slowly placing each hoof as to not wake her, she could rustle no leaf, snap no twig. Mother would be on her so fast if she knew her little filly was sneaking away. As soon as she was far enough she bolted, laughter on her features, thrilling glee from pulling off her little trickery. It was a big deal for a little kid you know, to get away with these things. Kraugh was on top of the world. 

    Bay body leaped through the air, dark hoofs flying out in bucks and crow hops as she celebrated her freedom. She chased insects and stomped the twigs  pretending she was a great fighter in the war. She was young but she had heard of the war happening in the lands- She didn't know exactly what it was, but she say to horses fighting through the trees as mother forced her off to safety. The bay filly didn't want to leave the sight, it was fun to watch.  As a child, she was completely engrossed in her playing,  with no one to tell her to be careful, or to mind her manors, or whatever else mother nagged her about.   She was sure to get in to trouble but the idea thrilled her. She seemed to thrive on the idea of giving the adults a hard time. But ofr now she continued to leap and play, fascinated with her freedom.

    Karaugh

    Take a bite
    If you dare
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    #2

    It was Alchemy to sing your freedom song to me

    She had watched the horror of blood and the end of the life that had birthed her. Why was that so necessary? She couldn’t understand. She wasn’t anything special. Just wandering around the cove alone and undesired by any. At least they didn’t pick on her. Not even the twins paid any attention to her. And yet she looked exactly like they did. Why this was no one could tell her. They all saw it was commonplace.
    So commonplace of her to wander about completely invisible no special powers, not even special coloring. She was just one of the lot. Something to fill out the numbers. She did learn fast that being ignored was not the worst lot. She could be deformed, she could have had something so wrong with her that they would beat up on her. At least she wasn’t the subject of their sick torturous games.
    Then she spots the bay filly, torturing no one but the air. Kicking about and doing stupid stuff that she knew nothing of. Standing in the grassy field nearby she watches for a minute. This was strange was the filly crazy? whatcha doing? She calls to the foal when she is within hearing. This one must be one of their game subjects. She looked crazy, not only that but there was no special coloring and as far as she could tell, the filly had no special powers either. But maybe she was special and Kaide couldn’t’ see that as of yet.
    She would just have to watch some more. Maybe she could develop a friend. But getting hopes up was dangerous if not stupid in some cases.



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    #3


    She froze, sensing someone was watching her thrash about. staying perfectly still she waited decided to bolt or to stick it out. if it were mother there would have been yelling, or...something unpleasant. But the unknown didn't last long when a curious voice swept up, asked what she was doing. The little bay filly's body whipped around to face the questioner. eyes hard and cold, Karaugh didn't much care to answer to anyone. "I'm playing War, duh." He stopped and stared at the filly plainly, blinking on occasion as if to say " what about it?"

    The onlooker was normal enough... nothing too outstanding, but she noticed many here look normal then do some weird thing out of nowhere. Karaugh tilted her head at the filly, "So you normal... or you got one of those power, ability- thingys" the young bay doesn't introduce herself, she is crass and indifferent at the moment. but she may remember herself later.  The little filly stood, in a weird conversation-staredown as she waited for the girl to speak. Karaugh didn't mean to be rude, but she was definitely not a conversationalist.  She switched her tale, wanting to get on with the playing or doing-of-something, she was on a freedom adventure after escaping mother, but she would listen for an answer.

    Once the filly had said her answer, Karaugh simple turned away, tossing her head in a "let's go" manner. Her little hooves moved off, slowly building to the fasted she dare run through the cove. Assuming the other filly had come she didn't bother looking back, "Let's go! I'm going to the statue! Oh I'm Karaugh, like KarAH, not KarOH. The bay filly hated when people mispronounced her name. She was very particular. Finally, the girl glanced behind to see if the other filly had followed if not she would play war at the rusty statue by herself. In the end, Karaugh didn't really care if she were alone or not, it was more about the adventure anyway.

    Karaugh



    short...meh, sorry
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    #4

    It was alchemy to sing to me your freedom song.

    She ponders for a moment, her jaw slacking, opening the rush of air cooling her wet tongue. Then its closed once more. Eyes downcast. Her hooves about to kick herself over this. She should speak up. She shouldn't. She is invisible, she is nothing. She could be something... that something could be the entrails that the carrion were salivitating over. She could be that rot infested fish. The slimy discusting maggot covered blue monstosity. It flopped about, the sand flying into the carnivorious birds eyes. The pink leathery skin looking as if it was about to sizzle off the bones. That bird must be starving. Eyes bulge ready to pop out of their sockets, its neck to skinny, its feathers molting off the bony wings. Wings that where flapping about stirring up the sand more so than it already was. Hanging from the bloated stomach its wings hung tattered and torn growing... growing.... the wings were growing. They wouldn't stop.

    She squeezes her eyes shut. The aloneness was getting to her. Its not real. The bird looks at her she can't peal her eyes away this time But its so tasty dear. The creatures voice slick wtih the slime and rot of the dead flopping fish. While the fish screamed out Help, help, please help choking, spittle flinging from its tiny mouth. The birds continue to cackle thick stripes of flesh coating the inside of their throats. Then her attention is snapped back to the real world. No carrion, no inane flopping fish. Only the purple mane and tail you can see.... what about you? She replies still a little shaken from the illusion. They used to be fun. But the more torture she sees her siblings commit the more she feels her own halussinations enjoying them.

    Nice to meet you Kara, I'm Kaide The girl takes off, and she follows plodding along at a steady trot. She saw no reason to hurry. Picking her way among the twigs and hills her mind believing them to be completely different in fact so different that they were small black holes that had snakes and other creepy things in them waiting for one to step in and accidently break a hoof, maybe dying from a poisonious bite. So that she too would be the rotting dead entrails for these creatures to feast on.




    OOC no worries.
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    #5


    Faster, faster, faster the plainly colored filly pushed harder against the ground. More speed, more power, just more. Her little spindly legs thrummed beneath her slender body and her muscles started to ache with the strain of the speed for such an endured time. Karaugh loved it, the thrill, the wind as it rushed by her ears, the knowledge that if she stumbled she'd likely hurt herself, the entire thing was perfect. The young girl didn't know exactly where the statue was, but she knew of it. I mean it was iron and rust, the scent was pretty obvious. Anyway, the horse was some kind of god or something and when he left the world he allowed his body to stay and now it's this rust bucket. Her mother said others here worship it, and the filly wanted to see what that looked like.

    She had forgotten that she told the other filly, Kaide to come too. It hadn't been meant as a command... but it wasn't really a question either. She glanced behind, only to see the mare just keeping in sight, no rush, just... there. She pulled her legs in, slowed down and turned, moving back to the filly. A look of dumbfounded confusion on her face, You some kinda slow. Don't you like to move or something? Karaugh cocked her head to the side, and her face stayed blank. She really lacked social skills, but it bothered her not. In her opinion, if she couldn't say what she thought, then what was the point? "You have more special thingys than me, I got nothing"

    It wasn't until then she noticed Kaide seemed spooked, a little off center. Since she was usually so self-centered, it was surprising that she noticed at all. mostly she thought the filly was weird, and thought about ditching her because she mostly didn't feel like being bothered with caring. But there was a curiosity that inched forward from the depth of her mind. she wanted to know what caused the filly to shrink back so. "Hey...you ok, Kaide?"

    p>

    Karaugh

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    #6

    It was alchemy to sing to me your freedom song.

    She glares at the ground bitterly. Not really, at least Kirin didn't kill your mother because of you The woman had been her only friendly touch. The only loving words. And she wasn't good enough to save the mare.

    They take off and the other filly complains about her slow pace reminding her its all in her head. She takes off galloping strides of clumpsy legs, each pace longer and longer catching up to the other she cant help but feel a little better. Her blood pumping she lets out a gleeful nicker. I'm great! Catch me if you can! She calls out to the other filly. She knew immediately that this was going to be a tough race but at least it was fun. Something she had not experienced yet. Reaching the statue she smacks into the iron neck.

    Stumbling back wtih a snort she shakes out her head her eyes squeezed closed for a minute. Nostrils twitch mouth opening and closing a few times to eleviate the soreness. Looking up at the enormous statue, she feels small next to it. Wait did it just frown down at her? No... still the impression left her cowering and quaking in her soul. Who ever this was would not be happy wtih her.



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