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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]  's wonderful, 's marvelous; any
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    She stood, bristling as the wind roughly pushed past her.  A garbled sound somewhere between a huff and a cough became lodged in her throat, never quite coming to fruition in favor of clenching her jaw and shivering as the sun watched.  It was fully exposed though apparently useless and cruel in its unwillingness to share some of its warmth with her and she squinted at it with a contorted expression - as if her gawking might make it change its mind.

    Before long, her awkward attempt at scolding the sun was starting to give her a headache, or rather, make her already aching head begin to magnify in intensity.  That huff that had been stuck in her throat finally worked its way out, and she dropped her dark gaze back to the dim world around her.  With a few blinks, her vision began to clear when the shadowy haze of sun blindness finally dissipated.  The day itself was actually clear, aside from the sputtering gales from the sea that so very much seemed to like to use her as their favorite target.  So why did everything still feel so....obscure?

    The sea crashed behind her, the gulls screamed nearby, the sand was smooth underfoot.  Other than the sun apparently throwing shade and the winds being busy trying to sway her instead of the tall grasses up ahead, it should have been a lovely day.  It felt like anything but.

    A solitary ear flickered northward before the leopard mare plopped herself down again with as much grace as an overdue walrus.  Stretching her head outward, she rubbed her chin into the coarseness of the sand, relieving the itch of a pesky spot before becoming too exhausted to move again.  Some strange gut feeling inside tried to tell her it would be best to keep moving along, but attributing the feeling to hunger was way easier in that present time.  And with a lazy shrug, she settled on hunger.

    With every exhale, the rivets in the sand in front of her nostrils grew deeper and time continued to bleed by.  Just how much time was necessary to pass, she wondered, until she could recall where she was?




    OOC: she died and her memory is wiped so she has no idea who she is or where she is.  Tongue


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    's wonderful, 's marvelous; any - by Breckin - 11-01-2019, 02:56 PM
    RE: 's wonderful, 's marvelous; any - by Dacre - 11-01-2019, 10:13 PM
    RE: 's wonderful, 's marvelous; any - by Breckin - 11-05-2019, 04:57 PM



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