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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


    I'm Holding On... [Open]
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    Having drifted off into a state of unconsciousness she was unaware of a figure lingering near.  His scent masked by the sulfur still lining her pastel pink nostrils.  Only then was she suddenly brought back by an eerie stillness that had overcome the area.  Carmel ears twisted within the tangles of her cream forelock as her navy eyes awaked.  Quieting her breathing she listened attentively...

    You are trespassing.

    The deep voice rattled her breathing to quicken again.  Turning her delicate face towards the direction from which it came.  Caught off guard by the sizeable black form, too close for comfort, her body turned to face it head on.  Was it the stallion from the meadow?  Fire hot eyes glaring upon her confirmed it was not.  A stallion yes, but did not bare the boned plates.  Though scars were plentiful upon his ebony hide.  Her glance shifted from his eyes to his scars and back to his face quickly.  "I am sorry.  I did not realize I was," her words laced with uncertainty...

    His judgemental stare caused her feathers to press tightly to her small body.  Concealing any evidence of the scars she carried herself.  She wondered if his were from battles fought, or if they were of torture as hers had been.  Wandering eyes slipped from his face again as her thoughts meandered, something they often did.  

    State your name, and where you are from.

    Ears pressed against her skull as his words formed a question that sounded much more like a demand.  Her defiance once again crept up from within her as her features twisted into a scowl.  Gold flecked eyes narrowed upon his red stare, "Who are you to demand my name and whereabouts?!"

    Typically her words were soft and kind, childish almost.  And like a child she had a rebellious side that had gotten her into more trouble than she bargained for.  An irritated twitch of her cream tail was all the movement she made... 

    AuroraElis

    Not all that Glitters is Gold



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    I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-12-2017, 06:12 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Offspring - 06-13-2017, 01:42 AM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-13-2017, 09:41 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Offspring - 06-13-2017, 10:00 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-20-2017, 07:38 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Offspring - 06-20-2017, 07:57 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-20-2017, 08:50 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Offspring - 06-20-2017, 09:07 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-20-2017, 10:20 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Nymphetamine - 06-21-2017, 12:24 AM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Offspring - 06-21-2017, 08:34 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-21-2017, 09:38 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Nymphetamine - 06-23-2017, 12:25 AM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-23-2017, 10:03 AM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Nymphetamine - 06-23-2017, 01:05 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-23-2017, 02:43 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Nymphetamine - 06-24-2017, 11:48 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 06-26-2017, 07:19 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by Nymphetamine - 07-06-2017, 01:06 PM
    RE: I'm Holding On... [Open] - by AuroraElis - 07-20-2017, 07:27 AM



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