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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


    where nature unmakes the boundary; narya
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    Though she nods, her response sounds uncertain, and Ruhr’s tired brown eyes take in her frown. She thinks she is alright? Ruhr’s thickly feathered face hides much of his expression, but not the birdlike, curious tilt of his pale head as he takes her in. Uninjured, but perhaps afflicted in some other way?

    Ruhr waits, knowing silence to be the best encouragement to continue speaking, and eventually the stranger admits that she has approached him because she does not want to be alone.

    “And I seemed good company?” He asks with audible surprise, his brown gaze skeptical above the faint smile of his greyed face. The Stratosian stallion is accustomed to being an oddity in his new world, and there are few his visible age in a world so saturated with immortality.

    Saying the words aloud amuses him, and they’re followed by a wheezy chuckle. ”You never know what the Moon will send,” he says, a familiar adage before his shortened introduction.

    “I’m Ruhr, ” No longer of Stratos, and of late no Diviner of anything at all. But still, it feels necessary to let her know that she is not intruding. That indeed, her company wards off the exhausted sleep he knows soon awaits him, filled with dreams that will give him no rest at all.“And I could use the company.”
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    RE: where nature unmakes the boundary; narya - by Ruhr - 09-28-2024, 12:09 PM



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