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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]  You’de be home; Arquus, any
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    winter wonderland

    The past few weeks have been rather quiet and dull, the white stallion has been idling in the deepest parts of the jungle, caught in an unsure loop of singling himself out and casting himself away, stuck in a sort of mentality that he has not come across before.
    And now he lays quietly, covered in falling leaves and blossoming flowers, even though it is summer, when the resort comes to life with new colour and scents, the stallion seems rather hollow, almost lifeless as he lays still, only moving to shiver when a wave of cold air brushes over his body, relieving him of the dry summer sun that usually coats the resort in light at this time of the year.

    His ears perk up when he hears a call, it sounds rather familiar, though he can't quite pick out who it is.
    Suddenly the male shoots upwards, his muscles shaking gently as he balances himself, he appears rather lean with ribs showing at his sides and his hindquarters poking out, weeks of malnourishment have slowly taken a toll on the male, both physically and mentally.
    Slowly he moves toward the visitor, his unkept mane bouncing against his depleted neck, filled with leaves and wilted flowers from the season before, he shakes them off, though his attempt is rather indolent, and so some leaves remain stuck to his mane.


    Finally, the stallion reaches the edge of the jungle, large shapes peer through the canopy, casting a shadow over the resort. The shapes have been here for quite a while, though he still doesn't know where they originate from, or who might have built them.
    The visitor's scent is a lot stronger now and he identifies it as Leilan, though this time his scent is a little different.
    Ruinam also notices a second scent accompanying Leilan, though he does not quite know who it might be.

    He attempts a trot as he moves toward the pair, a smile adorned on his bony face, happy to see visitors on the resort again.
    He halts not too far away, dipping his head down in greeting as he slows, his ears prepped forward and a smile wide on his face "Hello to you both, what can I do for you today?" he asks, his tone rather flat and tame as he speaks. 

    Ruinam
    @[Leilan] @[Arquus]
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    Messages In This Thread
    You’de be home; Arquus, any - by Leilan - 02-03-2020, 01:35 PM
    RE: You’de be home; Arquus, any - by Ruinam - 02-04-2020, 02:40 PM
    RE: You’de be home; Arquus, any - by Arquus - 02-16-2020, 02:32 PM
    RE: You’de be home; Arquus, any - by Leilan - 02-25-2020, 03:51 PM



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