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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]  Chaos and Whimsy; any
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    eddie

    weaving a thread round your heart and your soul, deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal..

    By now, not being a particular fan of the snow, he normally would have retreated to the water, but he's found himself lingering in the Meadow for some reason. Perhaps, like Tipitina, he is feeling his way around the changes bestowed upon him and this is just the easiest place to do so. After all, this is where Beqanna has made her most recent alterations without him even realizing it.

    The grating sound of snow beneath hoof cuts through the murky waters of his preoccupied mind and he looks up, startled, to search for the source.

    Her appearance would be enough to draw and capture his attention, but something else keeps him standing there, watching her a bit too intently as she explores her new trappings. A soft haze of color surrounds her, clinging to every wisp of hair, every contour of her body, even to the fleeting puffs of air created when she exhales. Like much of her other accents, bright green seems to be the most prominent hue, but there seems to be a touch of a sunny yellow that glows subtly at the innermost edges. Even more intriguing, occasional streaks of grey weave through the haze, though they are as quick to disappear as they are to show.

    He's never seen anything like this before and he wonders what form of magic she possesses to create such a fascinating display. Without meaning to, he shuffles a bit closer just as her hesitant laugh rings out. Curiously, just as she draws in that sharp breath, a ribbon of muddied orange streaks through the otherwise crisp, vibrant colors and pulses hotly for several long moments before fading and eventually disappearing. He has no ears to flick, but they surely would when she speaks, as he can't quite decipher the tone of her statement.

    “Well, don't think you're alone in feeling like that..”

    His words shatter the relative quiet like the crack of a whip. Immediately, discomfort seizes him and tightens every muscle in his body as he realizes he's said that aloud, rather than in his head. He offers a sheepish, lopsided grin as her attention begins to shift in his direction.

    Smooth.

    ..ships in the night, when they pass out of sight, deliver their cargo of earthly delights
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    @Tipitina he doesn't know he can read auras now, just so you know =)
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    Messages In This Thread
    Chaos and Whimsy; any - by Tipitina - 11-14-2025, 01:16 PM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by eddie - 11-17-2025, 03:54 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by Tipitina - 11-17-2025, 10:20 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by eddie - 11-21-2025, 09:47 AM



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