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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


    you and I both know, the ghost is me; toli pony
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    you and I both know, the ghost is me

    A sound catches her attention, and the purple mare freezes, tilting her head and considering the sound, because she can see nothing. No other horses in her immediate vicinity, and for that matter, no other creatures either. She is about to relax – perhaps it was harmless, like a bird taking off or a squirrel now out of her sight – when there is a flow of air across her purple hide, and it’s definitely not natural. Cassady knows “unnatural” and this fits the bill.

    There is a surge of hope in her chest – a surge of hope that these are the first signs of a return of her power. The one where she can become – quite literally – a ghost herself. But just as she is thinking that it isn’t quite right – she is the one who should be nearly invisible in that case after all, and if she is ghosty, where are all the other ghosts? - there is a feather-light touch down her back, causing her skin to twitch in response, and she frowns, ears sliding back against her head.

    It did feel exactly like the touch of a feathered wing – she should know. It feels the same as when her winged grandfather used to drape his inky black feathers over her at night before they settled down to sleep, and the same as when her winged sister leans into her affectionately. But there is nobody there. Perhaps, she thinks, her power is returning differently, or it is a ghost who can sense that she SHOULD be able to see them, but it’s just, she can’t right now.

    Whatever she feels, it isn’t fear. She is nearly fearless – a mare who grew up with the ability to walk in Death, a mare who had powerful protectors as a child, a mare who is used to scaring people herself with a revolting half-dead appearance, a mare who doesn’t really even have fear written into her genetic code. “Hello?” she speaks, and her voice is light and pleasant and female. “If you’re a ghost, I’m not sure I can help you right now. I mean usually I can, but not since the fae took our gifts. Mine isn’t returned yet – or not fully.”



    ooc; um, so the two of them could probably have SO much fun when Cassie gets her trait back and can actually shapeshift into a ghost, with telekinesis and everything.
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    RE: you and I both know, the ghost is me; toli pony - by Cassady - 01-16-2017, 10:50 PM



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