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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


    do you feel like a young god? ALL
    #1

    if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

    It's finally summer again in Hyaline, feeling the air with nearly overwhelming scents of wisteria and cherry blossoms. Amet is in love with it, this place that never makes him think of the Dunes, or Shalla, or Him. It's the only home he has ever known.

    The sun is particularly warm today and there are no clouds to offer reprieve. Fortunately for them, the foliage of Hyaline is thick in some parts, where the red maples and wisteria all fold together into tight patches. It's cool in the shade, at least, beneath Amet's favorite wisteria, that sits comfortably next to the lake on its east side. A quiet breeze, save only for the occasional rustle of branches and ebb of the lakeside, further cools the dragon-scaled stallion.

    His amber eyes rove the crystalline water from beneath the boughs. The ducks still swim idly across the smooth surface and his gaze follows them for a few moments before deciding that today is as good as any, to see who they have acquired in Hyaline. The gilded Akhal-Teke steps closer to the lake, until the water laps at his hocks, and he extends his neck to call loudly through the open air. He pivots to face the shoreline, bright eyes roving the trees as he waits for any of Hyaline's residents to find him.

    Amet


    @[Iset] @[Sakir] @[Brennen] @[Ryan] @[pony1919] @[Tangerine] @[Siba]
    #2
    Iset
    goddamn right
    you should be scared of me
    Amet is a diplomat. She has always known this, and has always despised this. When they were younger, in the Dunes, their roles were set in stone: Iset was the instigator, Sakir the mediator, and Amet the kiss ass. 

    Though they were becoming closer, more sympathetic to each others personalities and quirks, Iset still saw hints of that frightened little brown-noser that never took her side. He was protecting them in his mind, she knows this now. But when that diplomatic side of him emerges, she can’t help but get a little bit…touchy.

    His loud call was what woke her. And, we should get one thing straight; Amet may be the one with scales, but Iset was the real dragon when she was woken up. 

    And she was ready to start breathing fire. 

    Her whiskey eyes opened heavily, already narrowed and prepared to confront her brother. A low grumble fell from her mouth as she rose to her feet, stalking over to where her brother was standing in the water, reflecting the sun. Her mane caught on a low hanging maple branch, and she roughly tugged it free, irritated at any and everything.

    Long legs tore through the resistance of the water and stomped their way to the scaled stallion like a petulant child. 

    “Amet!” She barks, “What the hell? I was sleeping!” She looks around them, seeing a distinct lack of Hyaline’s residents that answered his call. She rolls her eyes and returns her vexation to her eldest brother. “You really couldn’t wait until I had woken up?” Wanting to make sure her point hits home, she rears up on her back two legs, relying on the water surrounding them to balance her as she comes down forcefully, spraying them both with cool water.

    Satisfied that she had made herself clear, her eyes wander across the shoreline in search of some of the familiar faces that resided with them at Hyaline.
    #3
    tangerine
    face to the sun

    Tangerine feels at home nestled in the dips and rises of the summits above Hyaline. She often stays here for days at a time, grazing, dreaming, and breathing in the wild air. Set like a jewel in the crown of the mountain tops, she is closer to the clouds and high above the torn world.

    Leisurely, she grazes in one of these places above the lake when she hears an echo of Amet’s call. Her head lifts as she surveys the cliffs and lakeshore for the flash of bronze scales.

    The world calls her back and she is not shy to answer in the flesh. As she trots down the mountain Tang wonders if she will possible meet up with Bristol today, the second face she had seen when she found herself in Beqanna almost a year ago. Bristol had been the first one to mention this place, back when it was known simply as The Lake, easily convincing Tang to spend her spring and summer here. Bristol may have introduced her, but Amet was doing a good job of keeping the painted mare around.

    She reaches him, them, just in time to see a sleek filly crashing into the water – spraying Amet with a wave of crystals. She suppresses a laugh, for the sake of Amet’s pride, but secretly she applauds the filly for her show of sisterly dominance. For surly they must be siblings, their long legs and sleek sides match and are quite unusual, even in this land of unusual horses.

    She emerges from the line of trees at a smooth trot, stopping where the grass begins to transition into pebbles and sand. She is within speaking distance, but she keeps a decent amount of space between herself and the sibling, as a sister of many she knew quarrels between sibling were best left to play out without an outsiders interference.

    Her face is open, friendly and readable. Her black mane and tail are full and wild from the wind of the mountain heights. Here hooves are small and strong, her haunches are golden and stronger. She allows herself to smile then, in a peaceful way, giving a nod to the Akhal-Teke girl. But inevitably her amber gaze floats over the familiar form of Amet, and she offers him a nod also - not wanting to interrupt.

    #4
    Unknown to Siba, she and Iset were more alike than first thought. Well, at least the only way they were alike so far was that neither liked being woken up when they were fast asleep.

    Though the sun was already high in the sky this day, Siba was still sleeping soundly under the watchful eye of her dam. The younger mare had spent a majority of last night seeking out a safer place within Hyaline's walls, for Nitika wasn't a fan of the small grove of wisteria trees several yards away from Hyaline's main lake. The smell gave her a headache, the mare complained.

    Of course, Siba saw through that lie; her dam wasn't allergic or anything. She just suspected the mare wanted more distance between herself and the lake, though for what purpose, Siba did not know. Having a grove near the lake would've been an advantage in multiple ways, but the mare didn't feel like arguing with her dam. Instead, she had set out into the dusk hours, grumbling to herself as she continued searching through the night until she found a suitable one.

    The following day, about another day or so after being let into the Hyaline kingdom, Siba showed her dam the grove of red maples she found. Fair distance from the lake, with plenty of grazing meadow in between. Nitika seemed pleased; she hadn't complained yet, which was positive in Siba's book. Since she'd brought Nitika here at the crack of dawn, Siba thought it'd be a good time to catch up on her sleep.

    But Amet clearly had other plans. Only a few hours and not enough after her escapade the previous night, the young stallion sent out a summoning call for Hyaline's residents. Siba lifted her head, snorting indignantly, "What in the hell?"

    Nitika nipped her daughter's shoulder, causing the now grumpy mare to snort at her in return, "Cut it out mother, I'm not a filly. I have a right to be grumpy."

    The older paint mare sighed, "Should I go see what he wants?"

    Siba shook her head, "No, you stay here. Get to know this place, and learn to like it so I won't have to search for another."

    Nitika didn't bother firing back; she knew what Siba had said was a product of her grumpy mood. The mare simply nuzzled her daughter's nose before lowering her head and continuing to graze, her tail swishing back and forth to get rid of the flies accumulating on her croup.

    The younger paint mare turned and began heading toward Hyaline's main lake. The call sounded like it came from the east, so Siba started heading in that direction. As she walked along the bank, the mare slowed her stride and stared down into the crystalline blue water. Despite having lived with only one good eye for several years, she still cursed the fact that was the case. How she would have appreciated being born with two good eyes.

    Her dam said that it was because the genes for blue eyes were rare, and that Nitika herself had been lucky to be born with both working. Siba just got the short end of the stick, she guessed. She then began to wonder if any other foals Nitika might end up with in the future would have the same problem.

    As soon as that thought entered her head, the mare stopped short. She was floored; was that the reason her dam had sent her out so late into the night to find a better grove to sleep under? Was she planning to have another foal in the coming year or so? She'd never mentioned anything of the like since Siba had been born, even if she'd desired to have one with Nymphetamine.

    But what else could be the case? It wasn't location unless something was seriously the matter. Nitika had taught Siba the importance of seeking a home near water without too much distance. Had she asked for a different one, like the maple grove, to offer a safer haven for a young foal still learning about safety near the water, as well as to have a quick escape from any hungry predators?

    Or was there something else entirely going on that Siba just couldn't see yet?

    She made up her mind to ask Nitika about it later. If she didn't go answer Amet's call, she had a feeling the stallion would keep asking for all of them to come until a couple were deaf in both ears from his loud shouts.

    When Siba finally reached the east side, she came upon an interesting sight. Amet was standing at the edge of the lake, hock-deep in the water, his coat soaked through like he'd been dunked under. A chestnut filly whose appearance wasn't incredibly far off from his, speaking in terms of their conformation, was standing near him, her coat also thoroughly soaked. Finally, a buckskin paint filly was standing a few feet away, her shoulder seeming to shake a little from a laugh she was probably suppressing.

    Siba had to admit, the sight of the two soaked horses was rather comical. Hiding a smirk of her own, the mare walked up to join the trio of horses, looking Amet and the filly over before speaking to the young stallion.

    "Did I miss something?"




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