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    • Year: 232
    • Season: Autumn
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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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    First Sights
    Ryde
    Nomad
    #1
    08-15-2016, 11:10 PM
    Ryde looked around excitedly, breathless because of both the hard journey he took to get here and the sights. Healthy grass. A blue sky. These were new and beautiful things to him. He reared up in pure excitement, imagining the wonderful things to come. His chest stopped heaving as the soft breezes cooled his sweat-lathered body and filled his flaring nostrils. He tossed his rich brown mane and started to trot around, approaching the Meadow.
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