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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]  because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me [any]
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    The world had fallen into chaos and she had been oblivious.

    Truth be told she still was just as oblivious, having only felt a nudge of the perceptible tides of change beyond the horizon of her expanding bubble.  Had she stayed in the Forest for a bit longer, she might’ve felt the weight of destruction to a grander degree as it had bared down from the North.  Initially it was the Meadow she had chosen to turn her back to at the start of it, and the Forest  where she had hoped to find solace.  But instead she had encountered a mountain lion along the borders of Hyaline and Taiga in the Forest, and that had terrified her well enough to  realize she’d rather face the suspicious, ominous feeling that had been lurking on the  south side of Pangea than face something very real and very solid with claws, teeth and the capability of making an appetizer out of her. And now, ironically enough, she found herself feeling safer in the open spans of the Meadow just beyond the brink of a flourishing spring.

    “I hope the mountain lion is doing okay” she mumbled to herself, recalling that it has fallen before running off deeper into the wood.  Drear had been thankful for the dark mare to happen upon them before anything too drastically bad had happened, and she knew it was silly to worry about the tawny predator, but still.

    But.
     Still.

    Was it really that silly to worry about someone else?  She worried for her moms and how they worried for her.  She worried for the endearing fairy atop the mountain, whose words she was still trying to fathom - trying to figure out the ways in which she could learn to protect herself.  A part of her doubted very much that the fairy would appreciate her worrying over her at all. But again, still.  It couldn’t be that bad to worry about someone else - could it?  And of course she would worry about her friends too. But she would have to get some of them first...

    The buzz of her internal cogs grind to a halt when she nearly toppled into an expanse of creek cutting through her path.  A voice nearby asks her an odd question, but her focus lay solely on dislodging her front hooves from the sticky mud of the bank that seemed stubbornly intent on not letting her go.  “What? No!” she chimed, overly cheerful for the situation she found herself in.  Between gritted teeth, she sucked in a breath and tried to pull backwards again, “I don’t mind at all!”

    Frazzled and unlucky, she finally turned her head enough to see that the voice belonged to a strangely marked golden boy, who presumably hadn’t been asking her that question at all, but rather the winged mare standing much nearer to him.

    “OH”, the young mare breathed with dawning realization, followed shortly thereafter by a quieter,”oh”.  Quickly she turned her head away, wishing suddenly that the whole creek side would rise and swell and swallow her whole.  But apparently the universe wasn’t going to start answering her prayers today, and she wasn’t going anywhere fast.

    With a smile somewhere between politeness and a grimace, “I’m Drear.”



    @[Deethra] @[Yanhua] ahh i'm sorry, i just had to have a pony meet a pony named after a dark crystal character
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    RE: because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me [any] - by Drear - 09-24-2020, 07:17 PM



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