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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    .::we are the fallen Angels::.
    #4
    fire burns brightest in the dark

    She calls him a rainbow, and he can't help but laugh, just a little. It is a funny, and apt, observation. He looks nothing like a normal horse should, and he's keenly aware of it. But he's not about to take offense to the observation either. After all, it's, well, true.

    "Yes, I suppose I do. I'm hoping it's temporary." he offers with a wry smile and humor in his voice. Truth be told he is not a fan of his current coloration – he far preferred his old black, and he does truly hope that this is temporary. Although if his choices are keep the coloring and keep his gift, or lose both, he's choose to keep them in a heartbeat. He knows that the value of his gift to the Chamber is worth, well, anything.

    The boy comes closer to him, and Erebor offers him a welcoming smile. He hadn't been so good with children before he'd met little Lena on the quest. Now he understands them more (having never really been one himself), and he knows more about what makes them happy. "Hello."

    His eyes return to the boy's mother as she speaks, introducing both of them. He laughs with her when she mentions the abbreviation of her son's name. There was never a chance of him getting tongue tied – he's far too poised for that – but it makes him chuckle nonetheless.

    He grows quiet again when she mentions the sunset mare, and he immediately understands that she means Engelsfors. He makes a note to seek out the woman and thank her; she's been doing an outstanding job in the field recruiting, and taking these two in is just the latest in a line of good deeds for the Chamber. "Engelsfors." he nods as he says it. "I'm glad she brought you back here. The Chamber is a good place to grow up." he smiles at Chaos, a small, wry smile, as though sharing a secret with the boy. "I'm sorry to hear about his father. I hate to pry, but I can't help but be curious about a stallion who would abandon a family like you and your son." He pauses for just a moment, his eyes on her. "I would hear more of your story, if you would tell it."  

    erebor

    heat manipulating lord of the chamber

    warship x straia

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    Messages In This Thread
    .::we are the fallen Angels::. - by BrokenStar - 07-07-2015, 03:41 PM
    RE: .::we are the fallen Angels::. - by Erebor - 07-09-2015, 12:04 AM
    RE: .::we are the fallen Angels::. - by Erebor - 07-10-2015, 10:17 PM



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