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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


    my feet will never touch the ground [fiasko, any]
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    fiasko
    What is she doing?

    Fiasko stands at the kingdom border, lone eye peering out at the world beyond the Gates. It’s been so long since she last ventured out there. Too long. Despite her attempts to be more useful to the kingdom, she has done nothing, and accomplished even less. Her one attempt at recruiting had been a failure, and her attempt at stealing, while successful, had been pointless.

    She is useless. So useless.

    Sighing, she turns away from the border and heads back towards the centre of the kingdom, back towards the safe and familiar Mother Tree. She needs to change, that much is clear. But how? She’s been trying to change for so long, and while she has been progressing, it’s been frustratingly slow. But what else can she do?

    She knows, deep down. She needs to get out there. She needs to put herself out there. But she’s afraid. And really, how can she spread her wings in the outside world when she’s afraid to approach the family she has here in the Gates?

    Speaking of which …

    As she nears the Mother Tree, a familiar face comes into view, nestled into the shade of another small tree. Camelia. Kaelie and Finnley’s daughter.

    She’s seen the young mare from afar many times, going about the business of ruling the quiet kingdom. So far though, she’s been too afraid to approach. And that needs to stop. Steeling herself, she marches herself towards her adoptive sister (though … does Camelia even know they are adoptive sisters?). When she’s only a few metres away however, she finds that Camelia has already been approached by a stallion she does not recognize. She’s too close to back away without being awkward, so she plasters a smile on her crooked face and steps up. “Hello there, I’m Fiasko.”

    As the words fall out of her mouth she becomes abruptly aware that something is wrong. There is an unmistakable sadness on the dun mare’s face. Fiasko’s gaze drops awkwardly, unaware of how to handle the situation. “Are … are you alright?”

    i'm still waiting for the world to end



    Odd post, but here it is!
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    RE: my feet will never touch the ground [fiasko, any] - by Fiasko - 05-04-2015, 09:45 PM



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