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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


    anyone;
    #3
    She spun the stars on her fingernails
    The waves lap at the sand and rush forward to kiss Nayl’s hooves before receding back to the abysmal ocean beyond. It sucks her in – the sounds, the soft touch, the lullaby – and she finds her mind briefly cleared of her doubts and her troubles. When her autumn eyes grope for the blue tides farther away Nayl succumbs to a strange serenity she has not yet before experienced. It blankets her in solace with a salty wind kissing her face. This isn’t the Jungle, but it will do. It lacks the palisade of trees, but it still possesses a sense of promise and hope.

    When a breath is drawn into her lungs, it latches onto the soft tissue inside. The saltiness seeps into her bloodstream and sours her insides with every passing second. Her mane and tail are tousled by the wind, unruly but somehow still beautiful. The land is trying to create its first children, trying to embrace them as they scatter across her sandy shores and rocky cliffsides. Nayl, hesitant toward change, almost inches closer to the ocean until a voice – so gentle against the wind – reaches forward and stops her. A breath catches in her throat as she pauses mid-step to turn and see the source. They don’t know each other, but they are in a sisterhood together.

    Strangers they are and yet also sisters.

    ”Hello,” she returns with a voice much softer than her norm, ”Nayl.” The way she says her name is steadier, stronger, but still somehow more subdued than she has ever been. ”Have you been here long?” In the territory, on the beach, she doesn’t elaborate. The question hangs between them while Nayl settles her eyes across the mare. Her skin is porcelain, whiter than the seafoam bubbling at their feet. She wants to break the silence between them to learn more of her unknown sister, but Nayl’s lips are pursed tightly shut and her eyes begin to roam with a periodic flash toward Hybris.




    Nayl
    covet and myrina's creation




    No, I'm just dumb and forgot to paste the correct psot with the html lmao. Pretend that post said she was alone on the shore thinking quietly haha


    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Nayl - 09-23-2016, 02:39 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Hybris - 09-25-2016, 11:45 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 09-26-2016, 01:30 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Hybris - 09-27-2016, 11:09 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ainlif - 10-03-2016, 03:45 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Lagertha - 10-06-2016, 01:03 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 10-07-2016, 02:11 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Hybris - 10-11-2016, 11:22 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ainlif - 10-21-2016, 08:40 PM



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