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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


    I swear it will get easier [Fynnegan, Gates peoples]
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    As their moms had once again fallen into boring chatting Amorette and her sister-like best friend had slipped away. Or that was how the young smoky black girl thought they had done, little did she know that both the mares were quite aware of the filly’s doing. Yet that didn’t change anything about the fact that Amore felt adventurous and even somewhat like they had secretly snuck away.

    She honestly loved her new home, the Gates is a beautiful place, especially compared to the mountain herd she had been born into. Right from the moment they had arrived she had been stuck by the beauty. For as far as she could see there had been flowers blooming, soft hills and little oases surrounded by vegetation. And every time Amorette left her maman’s side to explore a little more she would find something even more beautiful.

    Like her maman had told her so shortly after their arrival at Heaven she had always stayed within hearing distance. Little Amorette didn’t understand her maman’s anxiousness, but even though the adventure lured her, pleasing her parents was something high on her list of priorities, afraid to disappoint her maman and papa.

    The strange and loud greeting from the border changed that. Who could blame the little filly for being curious to this call, as it had a strange vibe to it. She was like a child chasing a butterfly, totally forgetting about her surroundings and promises, as she trotted off towards the border to see the cause of her curiosity.

    Her shrill whinny greets the two males, one tall like her papa and one more of her own height. Amorette cannot stop herself from gazing at him, taking him in with baffled surprise. ”You’re small” she bluntly states, still not able to gasp it full. ”But you look much older than me? How can that be?”

    It is only after she has already blurt out those questions that she realises how impolite she has been. While trying to swallow the sudden limp in her throat the smoky black filly backs away a little, suddenly a little flustered, uneasy and most of all shy. Oh.. Why did she bluntly took off like this? Why did she approach these strangers without her maman, without Besra even. Amorette feels terrible small and afraid she have might disappointed someone once again.

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    RE: I swear it will get easier [Fynnegan, Gates peoples] - by Amorette - 11-21-2015, 05:53 PM



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