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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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    [open]  i can feel something inside me say
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    Olea’s getting older, and so, she should be getting…wiser, right? Any day now, she thinks to herself, scoffing with a grin. For most of her life she has been a nomad like her mother, drifting from one place to the next but never really staying or committing to much of anything. The only relationships she’s ever known are her sister and mother; never having a lover, never holding a rank or calling anywhere officially home – except for of course, Nerine’s stormy beaches when she was very young.

    But it is all getting old – especially with her particular needs.

    Delicious nectar is a necessity for her. She doesn’t need it to live, but to thrive. Without it her colors fade, her sensitivities dull and her general stamina is drained much quicker. Her body craves it, and at least 70% of her diet must be made up of the sugary goodness or it starts to show in her body. She’s built for warm jungles or luscious woodlands with big blooms and good climate. She’s been to mot corners of Beqanna, exploring here and there, and so she knows where the best blooms usually are. Occasionally she trespasses for good nectar, but lately she’s been able to trade some of her homemade silks for some bottled yumminess. This is getting so tiresome though, and she would give anything, at this point, to live in the same place as her food.

    Brilliant Pampas. she heads west from the Meadow. She travels with a lacy colorless (white) silk veil draped over her. It lightly covers her face, shoulders and wings, letting her tail and rump show in the sunlight as she jogs along the road. She made it to keep herself from burning as she travels long distances. Her pale fur makes it easy for the sun to fade her wings and singe her delicate flesh. Her white-blond hair is twisted into a singular braid resting across one shoulder. Her tail is rather short, but thick, flowing ten or so inches above her hocks.

    She arrives without incident, slipping across the border midday after traveling for a few days. She moved slow and steady, trying not to tire herself. Flying would have nearly drained her dead if she had tried.  She flicks her head back to let her silken veil  fall away and bunch across her withers. She stands quietly on a hill, looking around, and her eyes picking up every detail of her surroundings. She can smell the fall blooms on the breeze. But first she must say hello, and ask if she might be allowed to stay.


    Oleandar
    the moth-child of elysium & city





    ANYONE
    <3


    she wants to lib here
    ples


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    i can feel something inside me say - by OLEANDAR - 04-22-2020, 03:56 PM
    RE: i can feel something inside me say - by Noah - 04-30-2020, 08:22 PM



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