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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


    call me the world's sexiest killing machine
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    He tells her "ooh love".

    It’s not like they got a choice in the matter, but honestly, they can’t complain either. Well, perhaps about the long journey they now had to make. Again. But that was all. And, just as she had liked the clear water of their private lake, she liked the rolling of the waves too. The rising and descending of the water, as it changed with the tides. And, with high water, there were times nobody would be able to enter or leave the isle, except for the twins and their sire of course.

    So of course Kylin finds herself trailing after her dam, closely against Kharon’s winged side and glancing across her back every so often to make sure Reilly was still coming along. He had always been there, was a part of their family, and she simply couldn’t imagine a life without him. He had been there from the very start. And from there on like an anchor in their life.

    Where Reilly and their dam were bound to the path that surfaced through the water, she chose to take the water path. Why would she stick to the sandy path when it was much easier – and more fun – to just create her own? Or well, follow Kharon on the path her created. She reaches out towards him, her muzzle lightly brushing across his shoulder, as to check if he was still there. Kylin needed the contact to be sure for time to time.

    Unlike Kharon, their dam left their sides again. Hazel eyes follow her mother’s form as she walks away, barrel swollen with yet another child. She does not like it. Nor does she understand it. Was something that wrong with them that she dumped them again at Reilly’s side? Not that Kylin would complain about that part, she liked the big almost all white stallion and because of this type of events she needed him around. He had never dumped them. Silently she presses herself against her brother’s lavender and white side, telling herself that as long as he wouldn’t leave her everything would be alright.


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