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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


    Who painted the lion? [Umqra, Kirin]
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    Who could blame her for being this shy, hesitant and insecure? Although he doesn’t really have the right to do so, the mint green and teal ombre stallion clearly is. But considering the things that had happened to her, it would seem perfectly normal for Umqra to have turned out this day. She’s aware of the fact that things happen to her, things she cannot control nor understand, and on top of that she had been all alone. There had been no-one to comfort and support her, all she had was herself. Until now that was.

    For a sort second she can only look at him, even forgetting to caste her eyes down, as she stares just into his gaze. ”F..father?” she asks, still a little dazed and obviously surprised by this sudden revelation. Slowly but surely as smile start to pull on the corners of her dark lips and her whole posture instantly relaxes some. She has found comfort in his words, not at all questioning him – it was highly possible with both their green coats after all. A little hesitant Umqra takes a small step forward, glancing up at the taller male, that had turned out to be her father, to make sure he was allowing her to come closer.

    The mantis green girl’s smile grows wider when their gazes meet and she’s able to witness the smile that’s shortly displayed on his lips. Her heart flutters and is suddenly beating a tad bit faster in her chest as she takes it. He smiled at her and even wanted her to come with him. Umqra finds herself eagerly nodding as she steps even closer, in fact dying to snuggle herself against his side. She had gone without a parent for so long already while she had much needed the support. And now finally there was someone willing to welcome her home. ”Just.. Just tell me what to do..” she almost whispers, giving her whole being to the stallion she had just met. But this wasn’t any stallion, after all, he told her he was her father. Her father.
    let it out so it can breathe
    umqra
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    Who painted the lion? [Umqra, Kirin] - by Lupei - 02-20-2016, 03:51 PM
    RE: Who painted the lion? [Umqra, Kirin] - by Umqra - 04-04-2016, 01:02 PM



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