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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


    [open]  Me and God Dont Get Along
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    Sabrina
    She had been busy, attempting to fill the isle after it fell silent. She had met plenty of equines on her adventures, but she could only stay away so long during the summer, her thick pelt keeping her confined to her cool home.

    The hound travels to the meadow on this day, she seems to have had success meeting others there. She stalks the skirt of the meadow and almost instantly her eye catches a cremello. The mare had a large horn that stuck out from her head, and her pelt shiny like the ice structures in her home.

    She watched her for a few moments, curious why she had not moved to the middle of the meadow like most do. She can tell she is new here, beqanna born equines have a sort of familiarity in the nomad lands. Usually exploring the lands as a child, eager to meet friends.

    She steps closer but stops, this one seemed more nervous than the rest and would probably be best to shift from her hound form. And without a second thought the canine molds back into her equine shape, the bay mare with red points.

    She casually strolls towards the mare, stopping a comfortable distance away. Didn't want to explore deeper? She ponders her curiosity, what kept the mare at the edge.

    Not Afraid To Bite


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    Me and God Dont Get Along - by Wokabi - 08-02-2019, 12:22 PM
    RE: Me and God Dont Get Along - by Sabrina - 08-03-2019, 01:01 PM



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