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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    And fire is the burning passion within - Lior, any
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    Love is friendship set on fire ...
    It wasn’t like how she had imagined it to be at all. Only the outcome seemed to be correct, as the big black warrior had agreed to come to the Tundra. But other than that, nothing had gone according to plan. Igni herself thought that she had come up with quite a catchy greeting, a way to catch him off guard and impress him even though she is so much smaller than he is. But no. He hadn’t been impressed at all.

    Only the thought of how he had invaded her personal space makes her flustered all over again. It hadn’t been only that. She could still feel his breath blowing against her skin and the touch of his muzzle on her poll. It kept her busy too and although Igni wouldn’t want to admit it, the stranger had really caught her attention and she couldn’t help it but to admire him. After all, he was handsome as hell.

    So she follows  him to the Tundra, like she had been the one that was recruited. Only those who knew her would be able to guess the truth, but to everybody else it was like he had put a claim on her. He had, in some way, but Igni was too busy fawning over him to notice it. She even forgot that she didn’t even know his name. But she managed to recruit him for the Tundra, like uncle Offspring had asked all them to do. So that was good thing, right? Even though things didn’t really went as they were supposed to be going.

    She isn’t aware of how much time had passed, but when she looks up she can already see the ice wall that covers the whole southern border. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips and with a loud nicker she trots forward, passing the big black stallion as she’s eager to pass through the gate. ”We’re there!” she exclaims like a small child, grinning widely at him and stating the thing he could probably figuring out himself.
    ... and fire is the burning passion within.


    @[Lior]




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