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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


    [open]  the city never sleeps at night [any]
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    Ruan
    Ruan observed her silently as she lightly swayed, ignoring him. He wasn't offended by this but merely settled in to the quiet, bowing his head to graze alongside her in companionable silence. His eyes never left her though, more interested in decoding this enigmatic mare than eating. A light breeze teased his forelock, and a shiver swept through him.

    He was intrigued, curious, and took these moments to observe her more closely. Scars marked various chapters of her life, showing brightly like well-earned and polished badges. Her sullen gray hair ended in noble discoloration. He had to slowly shift to keep her in sight, as she slowly circled him while she fed. The ethereal entity commanded his full attention without a word, without a glance.

    She hissed suddenly. He straightened, his ears coming forward, alert. He craned his neck to see what had offended her so. It appeared to be some sort of vegetable. Then she took it gingerly between her teeth and threw it. So far it flew, he lost sight of it before it was even near to falling. Blue eyes gravitated to her once again.

    And then she chose to acknowledge him as she cursed the vile thing, and asked how his day was going. She stood a little impatiently, probably preferring to nurse her unborn child in the only way she could til it would birth. Ruan held her gaze, and slowly dipped his head once again to the grasses in a silent invitation to continue, as he snagged a bite for himself. He looked away and took a leisurely step, ripping more from their roots. It wasn't until he finished the last morsel that he responded.

    "It's getting better," he said indifferently. Wintery blue eyes came to rest on her again, still so calmly, patiently curious. He remained reserved, allowing her to take control of the situation as she pleased, taking careful note of her mannerisms and the choices she made.


    ooc: um, i feel like this was blah. i am sleepy =/  <3



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    the city never sleeps at night [any] - by Reagan - 08-23-2016, 10:42 AM
    RE: the city never sleeps at night [any] - by Ruan - 08-28-2016, 01:19 AM



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