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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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    a bright and dangerous spark

    Silver Cove had been a hard place to let go of when the time came to finally say goodbye. Cheri had enjoyed its simple bounties, the lush fields of sparkling grass that covered the low mountain valleys and stretched as far in one direction as the eye could see. The vision went on for miles, uninterrupted by clustering trees or high obstructions of any kind, and it had left the pegasus mare with an astounding feeling of wide open freedom. She could’ve taken off and into flight from nearly anywhere; the four directions waited on either shore, begging to be explored and discovered, but her duty lay like a firm thorn growing out from the west. Prickly, it hid underneath the rosy guise of being a Kingdom jewel: Loess, the Heart of Beqanna, both a glorious homeland and yet still something of a prison for the young diplomat who had to share its prosperity with the likes of the Pampas Prince, Obscene.

    The black Fae was a perpetually dark cloud on Cheri’s horizon, and no matter how hard she mustered the winds of fate to blow him away they only ever seemed to push him closer. “He’s a foul omen.” She told herself as she flew sluggishly above the rooftop of their world, Hyaline. “You should put him out of your mind for good.” Her conscience bid her, but as always the reality of actually making that happen was harder than it seemed.

    For all her efforts at concealing it, Cheri couldn’t seem to ignore the way her heart still pined over him.

    She pushed harder, her mood now souring with the weather as a mid-morning storm rolled in from the far north. It swept quickly toward her, interrupting the trip she’d planned to execute which would’ve sent her quickly into Nerine for a visit, before trekking south on foot to check in with her childhood herd and then finally heading home to Loess again. The warm rains fell in heavy loads from the sky and brought her down, forcing the appaloosa mare to take a precarious landing on a multi-leveled cliff high above the rocky shoreline below.

    Ducking under an overhanging boulder, Cheri sighed.

    “Always when I’m angry.” She accused the rain, hardly aware of how true that statement actually was. It was beginning to get a little odd, the circumstances of her bitter emotions always being mirrored by a crazy, pop-up downpour. But like most of her problems these days she dismissed it for happenstance, leaning back against the rough, slick walls of the ironclad crags while the sound of crashing ocean waves echoed up the sea-bitten stone.
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    @[Reave] finally! <3


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    She's A Mercenary With Perfume - Reave - by Cheri - 06-10-2021, 09:09 PM



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