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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


    [open]  Finding the right ones
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    Vaysklos had to admit his days were rather... mundane to say the least, ever since he left his family or well chased out more like, it seems that absolutely nothing interesting has happened since then no more sparring with other stallions or getting lessons from his father, nothing at all and Vasyklos hated it all he has been doing is traveling along the unclaimed lands mostly the field and forest while he could join a herd he certainly isn't, if he wants to be in a herd then he'll be leading it, the idea of submitting to a stallion or a mare is asanine to Vasyklos so he preferred being by himself instead.

    Vasyklos quietly walked through the forest, perhaps he could make a little group with other horses, not exactly a herd of his own as he would lack any land to claim as his own but a small group to do his bidding perhaps be in capture another horse for him or simply cause mischief with him, yeah Vaysklos liked the sound of that but the problem would come down to finding the right horses to make that little group with and have a good reason they should do so, no matter he has more then enough time on his hooves to do so.
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