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    COTY

    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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    Spring finds them easily, turning winter’s chill into a mild but significantly warmer embrace.  For the first time in years Weir acknowledges this sensation and is immensely appreciative of it. His coat had not had the need to thicken for winter for some time now and the past season had left him wanting. Perhaps he had taken that part of his own gifts for granted, not that he had meant to but it was seemingly unavoidable. Out of sight, out of mind, same goes for hair growing mind you.

    He’d promised Eira he would look, every day, over every part of the new world if he had to. He made good on that promise too and just like he said Tephra was his next stop, though he would yet know its calling.

    The faintest scent of Offspring found his russet nose, tickling his nostrils with a welcome and familiar smell. It also brought hope, however small and uncertain it was. Offspring could have just been passing through, could have been here weeks ago faint as it was. It’s only when he’s crossed the water that another smell takes him and fuels the fire that is building. Ash and soot, fire, brimstone. The Chamber King held that same acrid scent and the roan stallion danced on the borders of the new land. Little did he know it wasn’t Killdare he was smelling at all, simply the volcanoes and perfume that accompanied this place.

    He whistled, nickered and called over the expanse of ground before him. Bellowing with excitement and straining his amber eyes to see farther, to notice more and catch sight of any movement quickly. They were here, they had to be, even if it were just Killdare he would know of the others whereabouts surely. “Halllooo,” he called out over the tropical flora and crisscrossing paths of lava. “Killdare? Offspring?” his words and minds searched. “Warshyshippy?" he wondered though could not smell any traces of his dear friend.
    WEIR
    if i go crazy then will you still call me
    superman




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