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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


    the thought of the moon; siba
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    An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
    Either way, he figured he’d rid himself of the itch even if the birch tree did all the work for him. Bark or branch, both were just as good as the other. However, her teeth might be a lot nicer… He can feel her eyes crawl all over him as she takes a good long look at him. Spear took the time to look her over too, noticed how she had one eye of blue as blue as a summer sky and the other, well… It was milky and he knew her to be blind, the eye good for nothing. He felt no pity at the realization, for she was full of mirth and smirks and she had moxie, which not many with a handicap like that would but she looked like she brooked no bullshit and had a good head on her, or so he hoped.
     
    “I prefer to let the tree do all the work,” he answered back with a chuckle.
    She finally stretched her neck out to him in reciprocation and they spent a moment inhaling one another’s scents. Horses have done this since the dawn of time, and these two were no different in utilizing the most basic of equine greetings and familiarization. She’s the first to pull back though, before he give her nose a friendly bump from his own and he looks her, intrigued. He notices that she is quick with the smile, his mouth responds in kind - a smile for a smile.
     
    “Well now…” he drawls, still intrigued but more so by her idea. She’s a smart one, he muses to himself. Smart and a little sassy. He couldn’t help but chuckle again and sidled a little closer, “You’d really do that, Siba?” he asks, mentioning her name rather softly before straightening and flashing her a charming grin. “I’m Spear, and that’s mighty nice of you!” He repositioned his big frame to show her the bark-scraped side of him, it was quite roughened up and the itch was long gone but he was curious to see if she’d actually set her teeth to his skin.
     
    Still couldn’t say why the intrigue, since horses have groomed each other since the dawn of time. Maybe it was because they were relative strangers and here, she offered to help him out anyway.
    spear
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    Messages In This Thread
    the thought of the moon; siba - by Spear + Spark - 06-09-2017, 06:13 PM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Siba - 06-09-2017, 09:27 PM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Siba - 06-16-2017, 01:06 PM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Spear + Spark - 06-18-2017, 11:06 PM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Siba - 06-19-2017, 01:32 AM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Siba - 06-20-2017, 10:21 AM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Siba - 06-21-2017, 11:52 AM
    RE: the thought of the moon; siba - by Siba - 06-22-2017, 11:57 PM



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