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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


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    Malik had only ever returned to Tephra to look for his sister. There had been no use looking for Wishbone. She was dead. His father had told him so.

    Though he has deconstructed many of the lies told to him by the blue stallion, Malik had somehow never questioned the one about his first mother being dead. Not until he sees her, grazing in the open meadow beneath the deep grey threat of an oncoming storm. Not dead.

    Or perhaps a trick of some sort.

    “Mom?” He says softly, the first word barely audible even across the small space between them that his immediate approach had made. “Is that you?” Even as he says it, his mismatched eyes settle on the glowing wound in the center of her chest. He knows that wound, and has seen others like it.

    He swallows hard, his teeth clenching.
    His father hadn’t been lying. He had killed her.

    But she is alive, or so it seems. He does not let himself believe. Not Yet. Malik does not give in to the relief that clambors behind years of wariness, not when he has been fooled before. Instead he waits for an answer, his dark features pulled into a frown, his eyes disbelieving.
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    RE: society, you're a crazy breed; malik - by Malik - 07-14-2023, 04:17 PM



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