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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


    What Is Your Truth? -[Santana]
    #4
    She was pretty, and she was irritated by his attitude. It was an expression he'd gotten very familiar with being on the receiving end of. She got down to business with brisk efficiency, returning his introduction. Venus. A golden girl named Venus, who smelled like sage and juniper, and sun warmed stone. Little feathers spinning to the ground. He tossed the white shock of forelock from his face, smiling distracted with a look around them. "Hallo, Venus of Loess. I live in Ischia, but I was born... close by here, actually." He had only realized it moments ago, but this was indeed near where he and his brother had been born, and where Uncle Ivar had found them when their mother had disappeared. 

    It was a pretty area, he could see why his mother had chosen it. Sparkly water, plentiful willows and occasional clusters of wild rose. This wasn't the exact hollow she'd found, but it wasn't far. Later, he would need to come back, maybe bring Raul. For now, the spotty girl was talking again. He blinked twice as he processed her query. "Uhh, yeah, I guess so. Kyvi and her little sister. I think Adria, but she's kinda a loner. And Kyvi said she met Adria's little brother. My brother, Raul. There's a few of us." He shrugged, finishing his list. There might be others, but those were the ones he knew. With a flash of recognition, he figured what she was maybe getting at. "D'you want to come visit? Kyvi probably wants another girl to hang out with, usually is just her and her baby sister and us boys." He shifted his wings, suddenly feeling like he was under intense scrutiny. Was there dirt on his face? Probably. And he knew there was a grass stain on his flank, and sand in his hooves... urg. Not a great first impression. Raul would have been at his best just now. 

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    Messages In This Thread
    What Is Your Truth? -[Santana] - by Venus - 08-06-2018, 06:47 PM
    RE: What Is Your Truth? -[Santana] - by Santana - 08-21-2018, 06:25 PM
    RE: What Is Your Truth? -[Santana] - by Venus - 08-21-2018, 07:13 PM
    RE: What Is Your Truth? -[Santana] - by Santana - 08-22-2018, 11:39 AM
    RE: What Is Your Truth? -[Santana] - by Venus - 08-27-2018, 06:37 PM
    RE: What Is Your Truth? -[Santana] - by Santana - 09-04-2018, 02:53 PM



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