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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]  our gospel is living flesh sprawled in dust
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    Quietude

    He contradicts her and it shines a glaring light on her obvious ignorance of her own country. The filly's keen interest withers back into a sullen frown and she resettles the dark, iridescent wings on her back, the feathers flicking and zipping against one another, exhaling a light cloud of dust into the air to settle back around them. Embarrassed, she turns to Ivar with an imperious scowl and blows air at him petulantly, ears laying flat and black cord tail flicking sharply, its short strands snapping against her hocks. She sidesteps as he pulls back from her, placing herself a step nearer the splashed mare.

    Ivar offers them Hyaline and the name sounds like music in her ears, but she knows nothing about it beyond what he has already said, that it is north. For a moment, she lets her eyes turns to the distant mountain peak beyond which the Hyalinian range extends. Leave? But Nerve left. They fought and he left and what was holding her here except memories? She looks back to the mare with the sun glinting on her delicate wings, flashy and beautiful against her own gawky darkness. Where do you live?

    "Oh, well..." She ducks her head, swallowing back the regret that rises sourly on her tongue, "I guess I live here." Then, with a shake, she pulls her head back again,  mimicking the dismissive tone and hard edges as best she can, shrugging bitterly, "Mama said she'd be right back and me 'n' Nerve waited for a long time. Never saw her again, though."

    Hardly an original story. Quietude scuffs a dark hoof to distract from the anger that shimmers across her face, burning in her chest. At least when Nerve had gone, he didn't lie about it.

    drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat

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    RE: our gospel is living flesh sprawled in dust - by Quietude - 05-09-2020, 08:14 PM



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