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    COTY

    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


    something old, something new {ANY/Njenyi}
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    Let's be honest with ourselves. The painted woman readily drew attention with the sleekness of her spine, the quirk of a brow, the flash of green from her eye. But now, she had a whole big belly just begging to be gawker at. Cryil was not one to ask for head turns but she doesn't deny the bulge of a foal that was bestowed upon her from Njenyi.

    So now, as pretty as you please, Cryil and her lady lumps saunter across the grounds with a dipped head to clip at the new growing grass. Boy, this baby was hungry! The russet and white mare goes on like this for sometime till scent of another reaches her. The heavy skull rips skyward with attention focused like a fined tuned predator. Cryil is tall, statuesque, but in this condition she was vulnerable.

    Emerald pools find a dark mare entering her home. Nostrils flare as she stares, reading the body language. It seems when she determines that the other is nomadic and perhaps looking for a home, does Cryil move forward. "Hello there." Tones are low but warm as she makes the greeting. Limbs move the mare a few paces off as to not crowd her. "Welcome to Gemstone Ridge. I'm Cryil." The tall mare's greets the other with a nod and a smile, awaiting the others reply curiously.


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    something old, something new {ANY/Njenyi} - by Rustic - 09-01-2016, 11:11 AM
    RE: something old, something new {ANY/Njenyi} - by Cryil - 09-01-2016, 12:00 PM



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