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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


    splashing through the sandbar; LEILAN
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    She had almost let herself talk herself out of it a thousand times. She had almost let the wilds pull her back into its clutches. She had almost let herself disappear again. Instead she had left the River, heavy with the rains and the runoff from the Mountain. The Forest had been so like their home that she had almost skirted around it, taking the longer way instead of going straight thought. But she had gritted her teeth and strengthened her resolve to take her time going through it. She jumped now and again, sure, but by the time she escaped the other side her body no longer felt like a lifewire, jumping and crackling every second.

    She crossed through the border of Leoss and Hyaline, leaning more towards Leoss with the lack of big hilly things to climb up and down over. She zigged and zagged, until she hit the border of Taiga with its giant pine trees. Until finally, she found herself along the edges of Nerine.

    Her body was tired and she was thankful that there hadn’t been that many others she had seen close up. She wasn’t too sure about the whole plague and how it worked but she would take her chances here for a little while. Unless she hated it and then it would not be that long at all. However, she is quiet, watching from the edges for a long while until she sees him. A small whicker of hello to catch his attention before she detaches herself from the shadowy edges of one of the small pine trees near the edge of the border.

    “Hi.” She says with a small, absolutely tiny curling of her lips. She was alert, but perhaps not as terrified as she had been that day so long ago when he and the other Eilidh had found her near the River in the dark.


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    splashing through the sandbar; LEILAN - by Willa - 12-30-2018, 07:13 AM



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