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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


    [open]  Not All That Glitters Is Gold [Jack]
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    AuroraElis

    Her core was becoming more heated with each second that ticked by and her question goes unanswered.  With ears pressed against her skull she barely hears the creatures reply, the words lost to the own thrumming of her heartbeat.  

    A strange looking fog begins to congregate around them and worry starts to bubble up.  Her golden flecked eyes shift from their narrowed gaze upon the horned mare and to where Jack has begun to crowd her.  "Jack?" She questions, "W-what's wrong Jack?  I'm right here."  His eyes go blank as he calls out for her.

    Again, he calls her name, and again her reply back falls on deaf ears.  An unease starts to course through her own body as she shifts, pressing against Jack so that maybe he can feel her still with him.

    Her head whips around, turning to the where the stranger had stood, but instead she finds the decayed corpse of Rouge laying on the ground.  A pair of buzzards plucking away at his flesh. "Nooo!" She cries out, her head shaking in refusal to accept the vision.  "This isn't real!  Jack!" She calls out to him again, "This isn't real!"

    While backing up a few steps, her body slides along Jacks, bringing her back from the illusion of Rouges dead body.  Her muzzle reaches to Jack, nudging him to awaken.

    She calls out in a demanding tone, "Stop it!  Leave us alone!"

    You wanted to know what I had done to your daughter...  Well now you know.  Our fears only control us as long as we allow them to.  

    The muted words echo around her like a lover's whisper. 

    Control.

    Fear.

    With another shake to her head the voice dissolves much like the fog that had encircled them.  Gone is Rouges lifeless body.  Gone is the horned creature.

    "Jack," I nudged him again, "Are you alright?"

    Not all that glitters is gold

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    RE: Not All That Glitters Is Gold [Jack] - by AuroraElis - 05-10-2024, 05:53 PM



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