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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


    forget stardust - you are iron
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    “All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope”
    -Alexandre Dumas


    The disasters had ripped apart Pharaon's home -the Jungle. The ice had rained down upon them. The blizzard blinded them. And the frigid wind swept in to claim their hot, humid lands. The Amazonian women were not adapted to such a climate - but they persevered.. Just like they always do. The warrior women of the Jungle were strong. Fierce. Able. Pharaon had become one of them - despite the kind, innocent demeanor she often exhibited. The little grey had made it through the cold snows. She was here, standing, breathing, living for her sisters. And she was proud of that fact - embracing the vine and flower tattoo than now climbed her foreleg.

    She sighed with relief audibly, as the fire-mare reassured her that there was no danger. A smile lit her face then - as she understood that the feat was just another of Beqanna's magical wonders. (Pharaon has yet to be exposed to many of the 'hidden' traits some horses possess). "Oh good. I'm glad you are alright! But before the conversation could progress further, a few others joined the small group - no doubt, drawn my the smoke that now sizzled from the mare's nostrils. Pharaon eyed the others - a mare and colt named Talulah and Ramiel, a winged mare named Librette, and a winged stallion named Toah. She had not met their acquaintance prior to this moment, though she always tried her very best to remember everyone.

    "My name is Pharaon - from the Jungle. I'm doing quite well, thank you. she pauses briefly, allowing her name to sink into the ears of those around her (she's found the French sounding flair of - Fair-aye-ohn can often be slightly confusing). Her amber eyes are kind as they meet Dorne's. "How are you doing, Dorne? Is there anything I can help you with? Pharaon isn't one to give the typical "you should come live here - it's awesome!" line. Instead, she prefers to get to know those souls who (like herself) visited the Field in search of something. Be it friends, family, or a home. Maybe there is something Pharaon can do to help her along her way.


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    Messages In This Thread
    forget stardust - you are iron - by Dorne - 04-07-2015, 01:28 PM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Pharaon - 04-07-2015, 01:44 PM
    we are homeward bound - by Talulah - 04-07-2015, 02:29 PM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Librette - 04-07-2015, 03:03 PM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Taoh - 04-08-2015, 10:05 AM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Dorne - 04-14-2015, 01:38 PM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Pharaon - 04-15-2015, 12:16 PM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Talulah - 04-16-2015, 01:32 PM
    RE: forget stardust - you are iron - by Librette - 04-16-2015, 08:50 PM



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