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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


    His spots are the joy of the leopard (Heartfire, Ephrelle)
    #4

    Show them the joy and the pain and the ending

    In the entirety of her (admittedly short) life, she had yet to meet anyone who could match the force of her personality. At least, until today. She had, it seems, been born a leader (figuratively, if not literally). She has little concept of shame and even less of inhibition. She had yet to find something she did not wish to try at least once.

    But this boy’s utter indifference gives her pause. She had never truly considered just how sheltered she has been living here with her brother and parents. Never had it occurred to her that there might be horses out there who would simply refuse to fall in line with she considered to be a proper reaction to her.

    But damned if she wouldn’t try anyway.

    Easily enough is all the answer she receives to her querulous demand, causing a slight frown to tug at her lips. Her mouth is open to offer a rather snappish reply when all color leaches from his skin, distracting her from her ire. Her dainty ears flip forward as her mouth snaps shut, dark muzzle reaching to sniff curiously at his now light gray skin.

    The distraction is enough to give him time to continue, and before she knows it, he is introducing himself and asking after some old bones. In an instant, the frown is back as she straightens, tipping her head as she looks at him curiously. ”You’re here about some old bones?” Her tone easily matches his in demanding petulance. The fact that she knows exactly what bones he is talking about is completely beside the point.

    ”Well, of course I know about them.” She pauses, frown deepening as her crystalline blue gaze rests intensely upon him with growing suspicion. ”What could you possibly want with those things?”

    Heartfire

    i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts



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    RE: His spots are the joy of the leopard (Heartfire, Ephrelle) - by Heartfire - 04-21-2016, 02:33 PM



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