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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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    you and I both know that the house is haunted
    and you and I both know that the ghost is me

    He is wandering the border when he heard the call. It was not often that the other kingdoms came to call upon the peaceful kingdom of the Gates—and, recently, it had been the other way around. So he does not make them wait long, instead immediately altering his path to move toward the trio that stood near the border. He arrives just in time to hear Amorette, and he smiles gently at her, feeling the embarrassment roll off of her in great waves. Magnus walks up by her side, touching her shoulder gently with his muzzle before looking toward the two other stallions. “What my daughter means is welcome to the Gates.”

    She was, of course, not his daughter. In fact, she was the daughter of a stallion he hated more than almost any other he had met before—but that wasn’t what mattered. He had adopted her into his heart, and she was no different than if she was related by blood. He would love and protect Amorette as if she was a child of his own, just as he loved the handful of other children that he had sired. They were all important.

    “My name is Magnus,” he greets warmly, his voice deep and husky, and he motions to the rest of the land unfolding around them. “Would you like to come further into the kingdom? It truly is beautiful in the fall.” It was one of his favorite seasons here. The leaves began to turn colors and drop to the floor beneath the sprawling trees; the air began to grow colder and crisp. It was nothing like his homeland, the home of his heart, but he had learned to love the intricacies of Heaven. As he begins to usher them further into the kingdom, he walks beside his daughter. “So, what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”

    MAGNUS

    once general. once lord. once king.

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    RE: I swear it will get easier [Fynnegan, Gates peoples] - by magnus - 11-22-2015, 03:50 PM



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