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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


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    i've never fallen from quite this high; wander
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    The green-eyed colt races through the grass, following familiar paths that have beaten into the pampas by generations of hooves. Not generations he descends from, of course, but hooves nonetheless. Invisible, the yearling colt is nothing more than the sound of hooves and the quiver of grass in his passing, but it is still possible to track him by the half-moons tracks he leaves in the shallow snow, just barely visible in the twilight. 

    Not anymore, he thinks, feeling the release of tension as he becomes airborne with one single, giant leap. 

    It has taken weeks to perfect, this one jump take-off. Mostly in the dead of night or when he could get his invisibility to cooperate (so now one would see him fail). The dun colt was always bumped and bruised - he has convinced his mother that the marks from his failed attempts are nothing more than the usual scrapes and scratches of an adolescent boy. 

    Complicated by his own uneven growth spurts, the piebald colt's struggles at flight were nothing to scoff at. Though still growing (and not destined to grow especially tall), the yearling is building muscle and patience with his habitual efforts. Drive and focus seem inevitable given his heritage, but the easy grin the beams down when he finds Wander is something entirely his own.

    Always looking a little worse for the wear (and even more so today with his wind-buffeted hair and feathers), Pteron disappears again just before he touches down. The swirl of grass at his arrival is already telling, he knows, butt the colt greets her with a "Boo!" and a familiar nudge to her apricot shoulder as though he might still be as frightening as he was at their first encounter. "I learned how to fly," Pteron adds, somewhat unnecessarily, but the hopefulness in his invisible eyes as he waits for her reaction would be rather telling if he were to lose his grip on his invisibility.

    @[Wander] i hope you don't mind i made a new thread, but i wanted to keep writing with them because they are adorable, but i am slow and time passed <3


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    i've never fallen from quite this high; wander - by Pteron - 01-15-2019, 10:28 PM



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