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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


    Everyone I know goes away in the end, anyone
    #4

    He is too engulfed in the scent of female and the instincts that follow suit. Not the typical instincts of a lead stallion, but rather the instincts that have grown with experience: stomach dropping, heart race quickening, judgment looming. Dalten, what appears to be strong and masculine, unbreakable and intellectual, is no stronger than the dying twigs clinging to what little life has to offer.

    As she turns her head to peer back, her forelock draping her face like a curtain of tangles, he realizes the overcast haze filling her eyes. It causes a slight release of tension in his back, as if her potential issue with sight saves him from the chaos that tends to follow suit with women. Part of him almost wishes he hadn’t said anything, for then she wouldn’t of even acknowledged his existence.

    Then again, from watching, it seems as though equine’s with defects tend to have other strengths in senses, and she very well would likely hear his entrance.

    Her voice is soft, and warm (like most women he has encountered). Though there is a distinct tone, either exhaustion from talking too much or out of practice from hardly talking at all. It is not hoarse, but it is not smooth. There is something different that he cannot find the word for, and it will be bugging him for minutes to come.

    “Thank you,” he brushes off her light hearted joke, assuming she is on to some sort of game and decides to not roll the dice. An assumption that would certainly provide a barrier at any chance of friends, or lovers. Dalten had long ago come to the conclusion he would rather be alone, than broken again. He had never done well with women to begin with, but over time had learned it best to just tolerate them as minimally as possible.

    “Do you not have a kingdom to live in?” He sounds judgmental, but only because his voice is quiet and hoarse from little use. Dalten would forever be cursed with a tone that was hard to read, and easy to assume with. Blame it on genetics; he was not born with a soft tone or friendly demeanor.


    DALTEN
    maybe there's a shark in the water


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