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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]  Somewhere, something
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    How long has she avoided everything?  She had sat back so long and watched everything and everyone live life, grow, conquer, and fall in her life and she didn’t do a damn thing. Did she feel guilty?  Maybe at first, now she didn’t know... she didn’t care to know. Of course Taiga was her home, it would always be her home. But, right now this is what she needed, places she hadn’t been in years, quiet solitude.

    Her gold scales had  begun to recede across her buckskin body, as she moved from thicker brush into the meadow, remaining only along her neck and the underside of her belly. Her glow was in full force a soft purple encasing her body as the sun slipped away behind her. Her purple eyes watch, with out watching, the path she travels aimlessly.

    What would Lilli think of her, and Leilan? Did it really matter? She was no one now, just a forgotten matriarch that had locked herself away in her own pain. She had not used her peace induction since the forest had burned, and she had lost all control of who she thought she was. Was she really much different? She didn’t want to know. Maybe that is why she had avoided everyone that had known her before.. before everything.

    Sometimes she remembers.

    Sometimes.

    But, then she always finds herself somewhere else.

    A cool breeze drifts along the summer evening, pulling her out of her nothingness, dragging with it an unfamiliar scent. She pulls it in along with the coolness that touches her skin, a saving grace from the summers unrelenting heat. Her amethyst eyes focus, taking in the silver ghost like stallion standing not far from her. ”Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I thought...” what? What did she think? That she would be alone? Perpetually alone? ”.. well it doesn’t really matter what I thought. she said her voice soft, but some what rough from lack of use. She offered him a small, embarrassed close lipped smile. 
    forget me not; but never remember
    Lethy

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    Somewhere, something - by Pentecost - 04-13-2021, 06:36 PM
    RE: Somewhere, something - by Izora Lethia - 04-13-2021, 09:08 PM



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