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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


    wolves in our own skin, we're savages; flamevein
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    wolves in our own skin, we're savages.
    Her footfalls are silent as she traipses across equine-imposed borders that mean little to nothing to her. The rules are for those who wish to abide by them; and my Goddess, there is enough of them to make up for one small-statured, quiet mare who is currently wishing no harm on anyone.

    The wildfire girl, today, isn't for burning. She is for exploring, searching, wondering. She has never been to this part of Beqanna before, she has never been to most of the biomes in Beqanna before but she is getting there, slowly. There's no rush, never a rush. She is the aimless spirit, the fire without purpose that burns and smoulders and sometimes sputters out into a mass of grey, cold ashes.

    She prefers this place to the Deserts so far, but anything ranks hire than that lifeless wasteland. It wasn't completely barren, of course, which saves it from being a place not even good enough to shit in. Life's tough - something that Dá learns over and over again. Found as a mewling heap of soggy black fur, she survived. She shouldn't have, but she did.

    And now she is here, with her nose buried in the golden saxifrage.


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    wolves in our own skin, we're savages; flamevein - by - 05-28-2015, 03:25 PM



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