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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


    squeeze me, I dare you [Heartfire]
    #1
    Ever since he can remember, his relationship with his sister has been volatile; maybe even toxic. Juice would have happily stayed within his mother's womb, leeching off of the free ride for as long as possible. But, Jager wanted out and, her brother was in the way of her freedom. It WAS a tad cramped with both of them in there, but the benefits of warmth, safety and food delivered to you like you were royalty far outweighed the crowding. Alas, Jager gave a convincing enough jab to the muscular wall of their protective bubble, and it was as if the big red button had been pushed. Their evacuation began and the light brown colt, with white splashes up his legs and face, slid forward. His exit tunnel narrowed quickly and so, he stretched his neck out and rested his chin upon the tops of his forelegs. Juice's front hooves felt the frigid temperature just beyond his dam's womb and he immediately tried to pump the brakes. It was no use. His lithe form was no match for the muscles around him.

    Before long, his entire body had been expelled onto the damp ground. Juice found himself shivering uncontrollably as the world outside the womb was just as wet but, a whole lot colder. The wet fell upon his back and rump. It ran down his sides and clamped his scrawny, soot-colored mane to his thin neck. Each droplet fell from the smoke-hued vault above and clung to his body. It was as if the world was spitting on him. He attempted to gather his spindly stilts beneath him so he could get to some place dry and warm but, he could not coordinate them. Alas, he felt some warmth upon his trembling hide. His mother's breath blew across his cheek and then, her tongue was pulling away all of the mucus clinging to him. Slowly, Juice felt himself warming up. And then, Jager had to insist on interrupting his bath, with her arrival, right then and there.

    While Jager was being tended to, Juice found his bearings and pulled himself upright. He wobbled towards his dam's flank and latched on. He suckled without an issue until his balance was thrown off by his sister body slamming into him. Lanky limbs wobble and form begins to topple against Lavendel's hindlegs. Juice scrambles to keep his feet under him but these appendages were too new. His left side meets the damp sod again and newborn grunts. Before their mother could console him, Juice is already up and nursing from the other side. From that moment on, Juice and Jager were constantly butting heads. His sister was always stealing the show; always vying for mom's attention. So, Juice learned to fend, and do, for himself.

    As he stands amongst the shadows, a still lanky young male peers out. His glossy orbs are the color of the shadows and hide behind a sheet of ink-colored dreadlocks. His scraggly mane and tail are pitch black also. His bleached muzzle is kept out of the small sunbeam as he found that he burns easily. Juice is the color of freshly dug-up dirt along his topline and sides. His legs transition from mud-brown to white as if he had jumped into a bleach puddle and the splashed liquid removed any color from where it touched. His undercarriage, too, is speckled with brown against a hueless base. Juice rather liked the shadows. He chose to stalk silently amongst their tendrils. Since leaving his mother's side, Juice kept to himself as he knew that life best. Quite simply, he knew what to expect from himself. If alone, no one else could disappoint him or, harm him. His dam spoke highly of their father and yet, he never once made an appearance. Jager was annoying company and, Lavendel was predictably boring. If nothing else, he learned that the only one he could rely on is himself.

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    #2

    Curiosity had brought her here, that old, devilish thing that has so long ruled her life. But sometimes, there is comfort in the familiarity of old habits. A way to forget, for a time, the constant ache that assails her heart. An ache she would much rather forget, because giving in to it made it all too real.

    She has always considered reality a haven. But not this reality. Not this truth.

    Instead she finds herself lingering on the border of Sylva. Once, she might never have hesitated to intrude. Once, when Sylva had so closely allied themselves with her home. But things have changed much within the kingdom. It’s heart had been poisoned by greed and darkness. It is not a thing she is certain it will ever recover from, but there is someone trying. Someone new. An unknown her. And for her, the unknown simply cannot stand.

    And there is her old friend curiosity, come to plague her with these unknowns.

    It’s easy enough to remain unseen on the outskirts of the forested kingdom. Trees are especially good camouflage, but hers is certainly better. With her ability to bend sight at a whim, no one would ever know of her presence unless she wished them to. She could’ve done this from Nerine, she supposes. But it is far easier to get a clear and accurate picture the closer she is to her target. And today, her only mission is that of spy. Indeed, she has no intentions of making herself known.

    That is, until she notices a young colt lingering in the trees. At first, she ignores him. He seems inconsequential at best. But then, that curiosity tickles at her, and she shifts her focus to him. Sometimes, inconsequential is the best source of information. No one ever notices.

    After a moment, she allows herself to become visible to him as she shifts through the trees, making her presence known. Her blue eyes peering through the dark of the woods, she greets him, her low voice casually amused. “You can come out. I’ve known you were there for some time.”

    She suspects he wasn’t truly hiding, but she can’t seem to help herself when it comes to making such offsetting greetings.

    i see your sins
    and i want to set them free

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    #3
    His pointed ears swivel continuously atop unmarred poll. His dark eyes scan the shadows. Juice remains hyper vigilante as he had heard rumors about these woods. So far, he had not met any living creature except for the wildlife. He is certainly content with the lack of company though, he anticipates someone finding him at some point. He wasn't invisible. Lips curve into a smirk as colt laughs at his own thought. The nearby crunching of twigs and leaves interrupts his inner monologue. The colt's chassis tenses and, unconsciously, Juice slinks deeper into the shadows. He searches for the culprit though his eyes deceive him. There is nothing there, he growls to himself.

    Then, there is something. He watches in disbelief as a grey-blue equine appears. He could not be certain what her intentions are or, what traits she possesses. Regardless, a stealthy approach should be handled with caution. She stalks towards him while Juice calculates his options. Following a disgruntled snort, the lad emerges from between the trees. His ears face rearwards though are not pinned flat. His labrums are tense with anxiety and his head remains defiantly high. His inky black tail snaps against his hocks in utter annoyance. He did know her. Who was she to think I would just do as she commands? Juice certainly did not feel like he owed her anything. He maintains level eye contact with the strange mare though, offers no greeting. He would withhold his name and any other information that was not obviously deduced by his scrawny, immature body type.

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    #4

    The colt is leery of her, a stranger upon his borders, which is naturally understandable. She has never been particularly good with children, but never has she frightened them either. Of course, she is simply not a very frightening mare in general. Of average height and slim build, she is hardly an imposing figure. Her mottled skin of pewter and white is not unique, nor brightly colored, nor even particularly notable for any reason. Nothing about her speaks of anything terrifying or powerful.

    Their assumptions would be wrong, but she often uses those misassumptions to her benefit. It is better to be underestimated than overestimated, in her opinion. Piercing blue eyes studying red and white colt, she remains silent as he stares at her, defiance in every line of his young body.

    Of course, he has nothing to defy. She has no expectations of him. At least, none that he could comprehend, nor anything that would require his acquiescence. Indeed, if she did wish to borrow his sight briefly, to see his short life, he would likely never even notice the intrusion. Would never realize how ineffectual his defiance had actually been. Likely he would continue on with his life, too confidently believing himself the victor in their minor scuffle of wills. Never realizing she did not need his permission to discover his name or any information he might have been privy to.

    But she doesn’t need to do such a thing. Not yet at least. She has already seen enough to know how unlikely his having seen something useful would be. No, it is not the past she is interested in, but rather the future.

    Instead she stares at him, one corner of her lips tilting into a faintly amused smile. Her eyes are steady, uncompromising, as she settles a short distance from him, head tilting slightly as she makes herself comfortable. She had already offered her greeting. She is perfectly happy to wait for him to make his response, in his own time.

    i see your sins
    and i want to set them free

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    Arthas
    It was nothing but another day for Arthas, he found himself mixed with emotions. Him and Lepis were on the rocks, he ran into Rey and though he promised to refrain from her the temptation was just to much for him. She was hurt, she needed him, and the feelings they once had came rushing back. Besides...if his own queen would not give him the love he desired, why should he live a lonely life? His mind was clouded with dark thoughts, deciding between a promise he gave his queen, or standing by the side of another.

    He couldn't be bothered with his thoughts today, instead he planned to venture out of the kingdom. Perhaps he would head to the forest and seek out a new recruit, strengthening the kingdom always cleared his head. He slowly passed through the kingdom, but his attention shifted when the scent of another kingdom ran through his nares. He tilted his head and gazed around, shortly after he could barely here the mumbling of conversation. His head tilted, it appears his trip to the forest will be delayed today, he had to find out who was lurking among his kingdom.

    As he crept near the source of the mumbled talking he found two equines. He remained hidden as he watched the encounter, a small bay child who appeared to be too far away from home. And then there was a roaned mare, she carried the scent of Nerine and his ears lowered closer to his dome. The  colt appeared to be unsure of his current situation, but regardless he stood his ground, an admirable trait. Arthas finds himself thinking of when he first met Wolfbane, the the striped colt was older than this one, but Arthas saw the potential in him straight away.

    No more of this nonsense, not only was this mare trespassing on Sylva grounds, this colt did not need to be harassed any further. Arthas steps out of his hiding, his ears remained low to his dome as he stepped right beside the young colt. Why are you tresspassing? You better run back to Nerine before you start trouble you don't want  he spits a warning to the mare. His gaze quickly flicks to the colt, hoping he was more relaxed, wondering were his mother was. His eyes settle back on the mare, why was she really here? And what did she want from this young colt?


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