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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


    Emotions are our own hell; Any
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    Ruan
    He held a quick, deliberate pace as he galloped, pushing the young filly at his side to her limits and laughing at their play. He enjoyed racing across the land with her, letting her stretch her legs and explore away from home. She was getting faster! It seemed to him that when they were alone she bloomed into her true self, careful but confident. Spirited, too.

    Gradually, she would work through everything she's been through, with the confirmation that he was always there when she needed him. Then one day, she wouldn't need him anymore. He tried not to let that bother him; he was growing quite attached to her.

    As the field grew more congested with bodies, he slowed and lifted his large wings off his side, just enough to umbrella her underneath if the numbers overwhelmed her. It was a process, and he would always wish to ease her into situations outside of her comfort zone. Either way she would enter them, but at her own pace.

    "You are getting much faster," he commented with a chuckle. "You must be growing still. Could you stop that maybe? I think I'd like to keep you forever," he added with a playful nudge. He wasn't sure how he'd handle having to let her go when she grew up. She wasn't of his blood, but she may as well have been for how firmly lodged in his heart as she was.

    Dull magic-less eyes caught movement. Another filly, standing tall in her own little niche in the world. Curious, he altered their course towards her. His deep blue gaze took in her surroundings, noting without comment the lack of an adult or older sibling, a chaperone of some kind. He approached carefully, aware of his larger size and bold manner and not wishing to unsettle her.

    "Hello," he greeted, keeping it simple in case Jinju wanted to take over this one. It wasn't the first time she'd been here, so may be good practice for her. "I'm Ruan, of the Taiga. Might I have your name?" he asked, gentle but as though he spoke to an adult and not a child. In truth, he wasn't that versed in speaking with children, he'd only ever had his little Jinju thus far.


    @[Jinju] i always take such liberties with your character lol sorry <3



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    Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Heda - 10-03-2016, 09:18 AM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Ruan - 10-05-2016, 12:20 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Jinju - 10-06-2016, 08:22 AM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Heda - 10-06-2016, 07:24 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Ruan - 10-07-2016, 12:04 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Jinju - 10-08-2016, 11:30 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Heda - 10-22-2016, 10:19 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Ruan - 10-22-2016, 10:56 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Jinju - 10-23-2016, 02:49 AM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Heda - 10-24-2016, 05:06 PM
    RE: Emotions are our own hell; Any - by Ruan - 10-25-2016, 06:33 PM



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