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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


    [private]  don't come looking for salvation; Reynard
    #1

    The darkness had fallen so swiftly over the land that it had been impossible to prepare for. Were it not for the disturbingly alien beasts that had stolen from the land beneath their very feet, the red and white colt might have been enraptured by such a strange and intriguing thing. But the monsters had come, and now they face far greater concerns than the sun imprisoned behind the moon.

    Reave had been quick to discover just how he could adjust his sight to suit the darkness. And just as quick to find he could share this ability, gifting both his mothers better sight in this endless dark. He is too young and self-centered yet to realize that perhaps it is not just them he could share this with, but undoubtedly he would soon discover it. After all, when death seemed to hover just around ever tree trunk, there is very little of childish whimsy that could remain for long.

    Indeed, even in the short time since the permanent night had descended, Reave has found himself forced to adapt. Forced to consider consequence for the first time in his young life.

    And also for the first time in his young life, he has not yet been tempted to venture far beyond the confines of his home. In this brand new world, there is a vast difference between the darkness one knows and the darkness one doesn’t. Even so, it does not take him long to begin venturing alone, still too certain of his invulnerability (a certainty granted almost exclusively to the young) to pay overly much heed to the warnings all around him.

    But when he rounds a trunk and finds himself face to face with a red spotted colt roughly his own age, he nearly leaps out of his skin. Almost instinctively, he lashes out with his fear and alarm, but as sight and emotion bombard him, he abruptly recognizes the colt as yet another relation he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to meet.

    Withdrawing abruptly, he offers a faintly sheepish grin by way of apology.

    reave



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    #2
    Cheri and he had made it back home, with not too much trouble on the way. It had been dark, yeah, and he'd been sure that they were being followed for a while. But one by one, all the other kids at the playground had been collected by their parents. Even the strange spiny boy's father had pulled him away. Once the sun winked out, it seemed every parent had been quick to return. All except for his and Cheri's. 

    It made sense. It did, it was just a bit scary being the only ones left. Better than being completely alone, though. Reynard had felt all kinds of fear before Cheri turned up. Now they were together, and the way home seemed like their best option. Together, they could face the dark. 

    It had been surprisingly easy to get home again. He'd just come this way with mama, after all, and the path was well worn. Still, he and his twin didn't relax until after the scent of cedar and pine was thick in their noses again, and they could feel the rough textured bark of the giants against their cheeks. Home. 

    It was easier to relax under the redwoods. Enough so that the twins no longer felt the need to be glued to one another. Cheri wandered off, looking for Mama or Gramma Lilli, some grown up to explain the sun going out. Rey dawdled. He knew they should find a grown up. But this was such a strange, new experience. He kept blinking, expecting the light to be there when he opened his eyes, but it never was. 

    His dawdling lead to proper wandering, wondering what else had changed since they'd been gone. Memorie couldn't be far, maybe she had some ideas about things. It wasn't Mem he ended up finding though. Instead, a scent like Gramma Lilli, but not quite, got his attention, and the moon spotted colt followed it to where the thicket split. 

    A whip of Fear struck him, and he fell back as if kicked. "It's just me..." He grumbled, realizing a bit late that he hadn't actually explained anything. "Me", who was "me" in the dark? Anyone and no one, that's who. Blowing an anxious breath through his nose, Rey looked for the stranger, and made out the general shape of a boy quite like himself. 

    He had cousins running through the woods. That wasn't the surprising part. More that it had taken this long for him to bump (literally) into one of them. Worth his own faint smile, Rey shrugged into the dark, looking to see if anyone else lingered at the edge of his vision. Didn't seem to be. "Whatcha doing?" He asked after a beat, figuring that was as good a place to start as any. 

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    It’s just me the other boy says, drawing a snort from Reave’s nostrils. Fortunately for ‘just me’, after Reave’s meeting with Cheri where he had been entirely unable to wrack her name from his memory, he had decided to tackle the endeavor of improving his sight and name recognition tremendously. It had been easy enough to thieve the visuals from his mom’s eyes and demand she tell him the name that fit. And she had, much more graciously than he had demanded (despite the censure in her tone, though Reave had become rather adept at ignoring that).

    “Reynard right?” he replies to the other boy’s assertion, his tone far more confident than his lash of fear a moment earlier might have led one to believe. But if there is anything in this world that Reave does not lack, it is self-confidence. “It’s Reave.” Reynard hadn’t asked of course. Perhaps he recognized him, though a quick glance tells him that all his cousin sees is a dark and muddied outline with the barest hint of gleaming eyes and faint, disembodied white patches (curious how well red seems to blend with the darkness, though he quickly drags himself back from that tangential observation).

    He frowns at Reynard’s question then, not quite certain how to answer. At this particular moment, he is quite obviously speaking to him. He suspects that is not at all what he had meant by the question though. So he answers with the next best thing. “I was just… going to check some things out.”

    It’s an evasion, he knows. But he needs to see what is out there - what lies beyond the edges of their trees. The sun had stolen away behind the moon, awakening unnatural creatures from beneath the earth. Certainly there must be more.

    And Reave, with his endless curiosity and youthful naivete, has determined he must find that more. He’s not certain he can truly help, but a side effect of his upbringing seems to be the strong urge to try. After all, considering his parents, the instinct to help may as well be genetic.

    Turning the question back onto Reynard without truly answering it himself, he abruptly asks, “And what are you doing?”

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