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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


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    Celeana

    As more and more newcomers had begun to flock to Nerine, our pale feline becomes perplexed. First a few stallions who came from afar, then a few mares who searched for change in tune, and now a pair, a mare and a colt. But this women doesn't halt at the borderlines of Pangea and Nerine, she proceeds forth without any form of consideration for those who dwelled within the coastal country.

    Hidden within the shadows of a rather petite palm tree, she watches her muscles growing tense, as the stranger continued dashing, and dodging, and bolting about with a synced strategy. While cradled, in her alabaster paws slept her cub. She was so peaceful, so sweet and most of all finally asleep. Mommy Celeana could finally have a break and relax, but with  strangers in their presence, our vigilant lioness couldn't allow that.

    Her verdant iris's watch them, the colt shuffling about with the seagrass that lingered in the soil. While the mare continued to kick up dust in her wrath as she tested her agility, and swiftness, and making quite a ruckus with those hooves of hers, such ruckus where she found little green feline eyes staring up at her and speckled limbs stretching within her cupped paws. These strangers had awakened, her cub. They had awakened a sweet and exhausted child from her well needed and deserved sleep. 

    And with an exhausted yawn, the little girl clasped gently between two porcelain paws takes one look at the pair of newcomers frolicking about without a care in the world, and speaks with soft vocals. "Mama.. Who awre they?"  With tired eyelids, and outstretched ebony paws the little girl squirms between her mother's large limbs batting playfully at her chin.

    "I don't know...." She answers, ignoring speckled paws. Without little hesitation the porcelain huntress rises, turning her cranium towards her daughter, "You say put, now." She speaks with honey dips words before stepping out not the glittering sunlight towards the pair of strangers. Still remaining in her feline form, and with a neutral tone she speaks. "Hello there, and welcome to Nerine." She pauses her alabaster tail lashing with uncertainty. "How can I help you two?" She questions allowing an emerald eye to glance back at her daughter. 

    Where the Wild Things Are



    I really wanted to get something up for you guys... so yeah.. It might be really jumbled or confusing..
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    Messages In This Thread
    any - by Raeg'n - 01-20-2017, 03:59 PM
    RE: any - by k i l t e r - 01-24-2017, 04:52 PM
    RE: any - by Celeana - 01-24-2017, 07:47 PM
    RE: any - by Raeg'n - 01-25-2017, 01:32 PM



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