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    COTY

    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


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    BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
    DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE

    Perhaps maybe...just maybe there is something left to enjoy in a world filled with poison and malicious integrity.

    Was Beqanna a cesspool that had plagued  their memories and their bodies? No. It was easy to see. The Dazzling Falls, a land of time lost, was rested and slept in the memories and hearts of the ancients like herself. It wove it's history with thick and wet roots into her heart and bones so it may never leave. Sh still breathed the frosted plumes of winters past, incantations woven from tinted lips.

    The mare knows she has been gifted. Her blood is of Texas and Nativity, magicians and weavers of secrets. They are even older than the bay and salmon pointed mare. Their legacies are carved into the limestone and bark of Beqanna but even with time, the words can be eroded away. Ygritte remembers when the world split and fell to dereliction. The Falls was no more and she and Kreios forged a world with the residents of loyal and lost equines. She had spoken words of strength..she stood by her king...Sylva would be it her greatest accomplishment.

    But here...now in the forest...she is blessed to retain her youthfulness of her early marehood so she may remain eternally beautiful but Ygritte wants to do more. It was easy to walk into a land, proclaim her royalty, simply easy...but she wants more. There are others here. Their joints creak and pop with age where sinewy tendons were once supple, Ygritte gives a soft blessing under her breath that she has been enchanted.

    A small spring drizzle has left the earth fragrant and enticing as Ygritte picks her way through the slender deer path. She could feel the bloom of hope warming her breast and a smile putting at the edges of her salmon tinged lips. There was hope her.

    And yet, just ahead is the smell of another equine...womanly in nature. A short call is offered in greeting as the caramel woman continues her strike, her left eye watching closely with it's smooth honey iris. There was not much Ygritte feared in this world anymore.


    Ygritte.


    ((its short! forgive me <3 also maybe this is a good way to get your gal updated))
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    follow the sun - any - by Chasity - 03-20-2020, 04:25 AM
    RE: follow the sun - any - by Ygritte - 03-20-2020, 11:48 AM
    RE: follow the sun - any - by Chasity - 03-21-2020, 03:11 AM



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