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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]  most nights i don't know anymore
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    i don't feel anything until i smash it up

    It’s strange that they would be drawn to this land.
    They’d both felt suffocated — claustrophobic — by the trees that surrounded them upon their return and yet, here they are, amongst the redwoods, trees higher than they could imagine. Anatomy is tempted to flatten the land, to carve out an oasis, to recreate her home; instead she continues on into the dense forest, pressed against her golden companion for comfort.
    It’s beautiful in the spring, she admits. It’d been hundreds of years since she’d last experienced any season at all but here, the trees were green, baby squirrels and rabbits scurrying across the forest floor. It doesn’t suit her like the deserts did — dry, unforgiving — but it will do.

    She and Craft come to a stop, aimless, and predictably, it isn’t long before they’re approached. The mare seems to know them, looks at them like she’s seen a ghost (or two).
    “Yes,” she says, searching her brain for how she would know the small chestnut mare in front of her and coming up blank. She continues regardless, feigning recognition.
    “Your home is lovely,” she says after a moment, politely, “we’d like to stay, if it’s alright with you.”

    “We have a few... gifts we’d like to give our new home.” She touches her muzzle to Craft’s, then, and an invisible border surrounds Taiga. “Protection, from intruders,” she pauses, looking around at any others milling about, “and blessings for any children born here.”
    She looks to Craft to see if she has anything to add, then back to the chestnut mare. “Would you show us around?”



    ooc: Craft & Anatomy bring to their land protection in the form of an intruder alarm. Only those who belong to the land can hear the alarm informing them of an outsider. In addition, these Magic Entities will bless every foal born in their land with a zero- to one-space trait. In order to claim this trait, the foal (or foal-carrier) must post to Craft and/or Anatomy with their request (they do not need to wait for the Entity to reply as all requests are granted, but the post is required). “Those who belong to the land” is defined as any character who has the land icon next to their name.

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    Messages In This Thread
    most nights i don't know anymore - by lilliana - 12-29-2019, 08:45 PM
    RE: most nights i don't know anymore - by anatomy - 01-16-2020, 01:43 PM
    RE: most nights i don't know anymore - by Pteron - 01-21-2020, 08:35 AM
    RE: most nights i don't know anymore - by craft - 02-02-2020, 06:05 PM



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