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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


    this is nothing like waking up in Vegas; any
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    There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.

    The morning starts out as any other in the Jungle. It is never truly quiet within the thick foliage of her home, but that time just before dawn is always the most peaceful. And then the sun rises, slim rays breaking through the dense overgrowth and waking up a cacophony of noise. She rather enjoys that time, always waking early so that she might bask in the peace of the new day. But inevitably the jungle comes roaring back to live and Joscelin must continue with her day.

    She is exploring again today. There seems to be endless amounts of the Jungle to explore. It is a vast space with far more nooks and crannies than she could ever hope to uncover in a single lifetime. But it passes the time and helps her to learn as much as she can of her home. Additionally, it serves a purpose in allowing her to patrol the twisted interior. A horse could easily hide out in the interior and not be found for years.

    Fortunately it would not require years to find him. He had fallen just off of a regularly traveled path, which is how she discovers him so easily. He appears to be sleeping, which she finds odd. Of course, it is also exceedingly odd to find a fully grown stallion who she does not know in the midst of their home. A home filled nearly entirely with women.

    As her golden eyes study his prone form, he begins to wake. He appears disoriented at first, not entirely aware of his surroundings. But as he comes to and pulls himself to his feet, he seems to collect his bearings relatively easily. She doesn’t step forward immediately, but rather studies him for a moment longer, a faint hint of curiosity in her metallic gaze.

    When she finally does step forward, her cracked skin begins flashing haphazardly. The dark fissures had been quiet, but they brighten and spark in response to her whim. She tips her head slightly as she gazes at the dark stallion with the colorful mane, her expression carefully neutral. Her words, when they come, are softly unambiguous.

    You’re trespassing.

    Joscelin

    Tiphon x Elysteria

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    RE: this is nothing like waking up in Vegas; any - by Joscelin - 09-24-2015, 12:57 PM



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