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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]  moonlight raising from the grave
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    The cackle and roar of the devouring fire satisfied him somewhere deep in his chest – maybe somehow even deeper. The long licks of bright orange and sharp yellow dance in his teal eyes as he watches. He is completely enveloped until the gentle padding of her hooves alerts him to her gentle approach and then her body stepping into the warm glow to reveal her shimmery rosettes and rose-gold eyes. Without knowing she has other forms he can still identify that there is something inherently feline about the dark mare.

    When she goes to speak, he is already smiling, offering a nod to her declaration. “That’s wonderful to hear.” his voice comes through a wry twist  of his lips, a cunning grin, delighted to have drawn anyone in – let alone a pretty girl. No time to bask in that because the disgruntled chatter of a squirrel interrupts, casting obscenities and curses down to the speckled stallion that he can’t technically understand, but the tone is clear.

    Oh.” he sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, “Whoops.” he doesn’t look away from the cursing little mammal, but still it disappears. Dead? No, no. It’s very alive, swooping out of the fire and diving straight for him. The stallion ducks and still gets his hair singed. His serpent hisses, striking from her coiled position around the braid slung Chem’s shoulder. In a swirl of smoke and flame, and the prominent smell of burning hair, the stallion spins around to sound of the squirrel hitting the water.

    If he had eyebrows to raise and then crinkle unevenly, now would be the time. He remembers the girl who had arrived before; shooting her a bewildered look before stepping cautiously closer to the disturbed body of the water the flaming squirrel vanished into.

    What in tarnation?

    CHEMDOG





    omg i love this XD
    not the pissed flaming squirrel burning off the top of his hair while he's trying to look REALLY cool
    BAHAHA

    @Iliana @ Set
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    Messages In This Thread
    moonlight raising from the grave - by Chemdog - 02-14-2025, 09:00 AM
    RE: moonlight raising from the grave - by Iliana - 02-16-2025, 09:53 PM
    RE: moonlight raising from the grave - by Set - 02-18-2025, 04:58 PM
    RE: moonlight raising from the grave - by Chemdog - 02-24-2025, 10:12 AM



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