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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    becca, dahling
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    Derp derp derp, over the hills he goes. He moves steady in the humid heat, noting the sudden breeze that comes into play once he crosses over the border into the Mountains. He knows his neighbor fairly well. First and only ally – it pays to be a bachelor buddy sometimes. And now Chem is here to collect on the first half of a delightful little arrangement they worked out long ago. Chem will take a mare now and in return he will give one back sometime down the road, presumably a daughter or grand daughter.

    Uhm..” He steps into the mid-day sunlight, the cicadas song reminding him just how warm it is in the full sun. Especially with that black coat. “Where are you you shit colored fucker?” he chuckles aloud as he spits out his joke, looking back and forth, snorting and giving out a loud whinny to echo across the vast mountains that serrate the landscape.

    He was half excited and half scared about his blind gift. What if she's haggard and barren? What if she's insane or a half-wit? Diseased maybe? He begins to fret internally a wee bit.

    chemdog
    astra inclinant, sed non obligant.


    @[Becca] @[Waylan]


    Messages In This Thread
    becca, dahling - by Chemdog - 05-10-2016, 05:10 PM
    RE: becca, dahling - by Waylan - 05-10-2016, 07:14 PM
    RE: becca, dahling - by Becca - 05-10-2016, 07:21 PM
    RE: becca, dahling - by Chemdog - 05-14-2016, 08:39 PM



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