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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


    Circinae;
    #4
    oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

    The Alpha has never asked anything of her. A quiet understanding between leader and follower has always been their best suit, Circy knows this. Once, she’d dared to dream impossible things, but now the only impossibility was that she had even thought it might have worked. It’s a sharp sort of feeling, one that strikes home when his eyes narrow before her shift. She can’t decide if it makes her sad or happy.

    Like a ghost. A ghost doesn’t feel though. “Thank you.” She replies with tact, knowing all too well what he meant. “The boys will be here soon enough. I have hopes for the youngest, Crevan, to perhaps stay.” Circy tells him, a warm grin flooding her face at the thought of them. Her small, dainty hooves draw her forward and lend sway to her still swollen belly, giving her a decidedly aged looked. A mare hardly bounces back from twins, Circinae herself has already settled into the idea that she might never take that same, youthful shape she once bore so well. A mark of a woman made, one she’s proud to wear. “He’s a wolf too, though he doesn’t know it yet.” She grins.

    When she stills once more they’re parallel at the shoulder, eyes trained not upon each other anymore but out into the wild expanses of their home. Acres upon acres of freedom and comfort. “The other, Corvus, is too much like his father to be tied down just yet. A free sort of bird.” She chuckles, the tones warm and lulling. Give a colt a pair of wings and you’ll never see him again once he learns how to flap them. Circy is more than fond of her get, it’s obvious in the way her eyes glaze dreamily, the tender hint of affection when she describes them. Ruan, though, would know all about that. His children, nay family, were his life.

    “I’m sorry for disappearing. It wasn’t by any design of my own, I can promise you that.” She scoffs, remembering the endless days and nights on that godforsaken shore. “Turns out I’m a teleporter.” She murmurs, eyes flickering as they turn to peer at him.

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    Messages In This Thread
    Circinae; - by Ruan - 06-23-2017, 12:28 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 06-23-2017, 03:16 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 06-27-2017, 11:44 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 07-05-2017, 09:07 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 07-25-2017, 01:53 AM



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