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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    the dead are gone, and the living are hungry; draconis, any
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    But the night fades away and gives way to the day


    Normally, she stuck to Rhy's side like they were glued together, but today her guardian had encouraged her to go off and explore, and so off the little firebug had gone. Draconis is still taking the sights of her new home in, the brightly colored plants and the wide variety of animals, both friendly and....not so friendly. She was already learning which was which, and was attempting to learn how to avoid those that viewed a little star-blanketed filly as a quick snack. Especially after she had encountered a lone javelina whilst out on an afternoon walk the other day. While they had been equally startled, and both had gone on their way after a brief staredown, (and a nervous display of teeth from the pig) the tusks of the animal were a scary sight to the girl, and so the encounter had stuck itself front and center in her memory bank. So she walks along, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any animals, including any Amazon sisters.

    Draconis liked Rhy very much already, but she was a grownup after all. A filly needed to find friends her own age, if there were any to be found that was. She'd been told that there were one or two other children around, fewer than the Jungle usually boasted of but not a population of solely herself. It's by chance, then, that she stumbles across the clearing that Lexa is practicing in. Blinking a few times before regaining her composure, trying to act as if she wasn't surprised to spot another foal, she trots further in with a friendly smile. "Hello! I'm Draconis, who are you? " She sniffs the air curiously. What was that smell? It wasn't bad....merely different. Her gaze shifts to a small pile of black power not too far from where the other filly stood. Was that the source? She keeps away from it, unsure of what it is, and turns her attention back to the stranger.

    Draconis

    For what else is the night to do?
    Photograph by Isabel Mansfeld


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    RE: the dead are gone, and the living are hungry; draconis, any - by Draconis - 11-08-2015, 01:39 PM



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