Alone and Wondrous

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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

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Alone and Wondrous

Silic

Nomad

03-29-2016, 08:10 PM

I swing my head up quickly and step back a bit, staring at the stallion in front of me for a few seconds. My nose flares as I take in his scent mixed with others I have not smelled before. I relax my body and stand up tall looking down my nose and straight into the stallion's eyes. " I am indeed new to this land. I came here in seek of a new..home" I reply confidently, the last word with a bit of distaste lacing my tongue. " And what might you be doing here?" I say swinging my head and flicking my tail somewhat.

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