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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


    The road is long, but it always unwinds // Mary
    #1
    The East and the South had tension, there was no secret about that. Loess had stolen Litotes, and the other districts had done nothing to condemn the action. Still, the counsel had called for no retribution to be carried out, that things should be resolved with diplomacy. Raul found he had no quarrel with this decision. 

    Even as a member of his kingdoms' battle ready, war was not his first nature. He was good at it, dont get me wrong, and all the tools of war were his. But he was a child of air and fire, one who'd rather think his way through a problem before resorting to razing the earth. It was with this mindset that the young stallion made his way to the forested land of Sylva, a place he'd long been curious about. 

    Mom had lived here, ruled here, for a time in her youth. Standing at the brink of the always autumn wood, he admired the variegated foliage that his own coloration merged with so well. There was a leaf to match every shade and tint that shimmered in his hair, and he knew what had drawn his dam to this secretive corner of the world. Silver Cove had become a home to him in recent moons, and he'd grown to love it and those who occupied its safe bounds. Yet this place wove a different sort of spell. A masquerade of peace, a mocking mystery, seemed to be woven into the very trees and filled him with every breath. 

    "Hello...?" He called out into the stillness, gravely timbre muffled by the dense undergrowth. Even his hoofbeats seemed silenced here. He mistakenly believed this was due to the thick carpet of leaf mulch that blanketed the area. In truth, his nerves were such that the wind had decided to aid him, holding his feet a scant breadth above the ground. No sound fell from his hooves because they were not touching the earth. No prints showed where he'd been, or where he was going. 

    He stood patiently at the border, mismatched eyes sweeping the area with steady rhythm as he waited for someone to find him. 

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    #2
    It was finally Autumn, Mary's favorite season in Sylva. It was still early but the treetops started to change colors, soon a perfect mesh of red yellow and orange would be all to find.

    She normally could not stand being in the same place for long, finding herself venturing out of Sylva often. Though she always finds herself nestling into her home during autumn, and this season was no different.

    It does not come to a shock when she picks up the scent of another.....Silver Cove? She wonders, Valdis has links to the Cove so perhaps it is her family. Then she ponders the idea of the Cove lashing out due to the Southern kingdoms recent steal of there territory leader.

    None the less, a scent she could not avoid, her delicate body carries her towards the scent. The Cove intermingling with the smell of sap that has grown to be her favorite smell.

    Hello? the call from a stranger pierces through her ears. And as her eyes scanned the horizon she could not find the equine through the thick of the foliage. She makes her way to the border as any poltical equine would wait there. As her suspicions and hopes would have it, A pale but brightly colored stallion stands waiting.

    Her gaze settles on him for a moment, the splash of color in his mane and tail was perfectly blended into her autumn home. She approaches him, stopping before him, Hello stranger, her voice was delicate. She moves closer to him, her maw touches the striking red that lays across his neck, she generally didn't care for personal boundaries, and this was no different.

    Her pelt flicks to one similar to his own, with a matching red line across her neck. With a grin she finds her spot back before him, Interesting color, matches my home. She speaks allowing her eyes to wonder around the colorful trees before finding his gaze once more. The name is Mary, and you are? She inquires, she is generally friendly, but never let her guard down for a potential attack.

    @[Raul]




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    #3
    He does not wait long before he is found, when the dapple grey female finds him. Shining crimson glints at her feet, glowing in the late autumn sunlight. When she approaches him, he finds himself curious, and a little surprised at her forward action. She looks not even a little abashed when she touches his throat, the vivid bands that cross there. A coarse swallow drags down his throat. 

    A brow raised at her when the hairs of her own throat ripple into a matching pattern. It was at once an unsettling and alluring image. A lazy smile lifted the corners of his maw, before he answered her. "I'm Raul. Envoy of the East. Silver Cove, specifically." He responded, eyes sweeping from the mare before him to the surrounding trees. It seemed they were alone in this neck of the woods, but he never felt safe assuming these things. Still, he allowed his caution to fade into a background hum, focusing instead on Mary.

    In mirror of her action, he dropped his head to explore the new band of scarlet across her neck. It looked like a slit throat. He knew, but would not say, that that was exactly what it was. He had been mute for a year because his throat had been cut from the inside out, and his blood had been inspiration for this macabre tattoo. Funny that she'd copy it. Lips tracing the thin mark, he felt a sort of vertigo. 

    Despite this, he was not blind to the beauty before him. She was a lovely girl, and bold to boot. Secretly he began to suspect that he was developing a type. Beautiful girls forged in war and tempered with blood. Warlight was his prime example of this, and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face. But he also had a new duty to their home, and... an alliance could prove useful. With this in mind, the pale stallion breathed warmly against the grey girl's throat, before stepping back a moment after what could be seen as polite. 

    A challenge lit up his eyes as he allowed space between them, tail swishing playfully against his hocks. "How may I be of service, Miss Mary?" He asked, the soft gravel of how l his voice suggesting a few ideas.

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    #4
    She was a bold mare, perhaps more bold than a queen should be. Then again, she was always a wild child, and it aided her in getting her crown. She does not hesitate at expressing her interest, she wasn't one to let an opportunity pass her.

    She introduces herself first, a formality she does not generally partake in. She inquires his name and home to which he responds with Raul, envoy of the Silver Cove. A grin tugs at her lips as his words pass through her ears, The cove? Initial home to Valdis...interesting. She nearly whispers her last word, it seemed the family of Valdis was closing in on Sylva..Castile ruling Loess, the Cove members consistently visiting...

    She stays aware of her surroundings and tucks away his information to her memory. He moves his head to gaze at the red band that appeared on her throat, matching his own. A gentle huff of a laugh escapes her maw as he gawks at her magic. A few moments pass and he finds his place once again before her, this time he seemed to have sparked a thought and he asks how he may be of service to her.

    It was certainly an interesting question, one she does not generally receive from a visiting envoy. With a smile she slowly finds herself walking a circle around the colorful stag. Be of service? Are you trying to find a home in Sylva? I certainly take pride in collecting the little Covlings. Her grin is now full blown ear to ear, she stops walking at his side and her gaze finds his, gently flicking her tail on his hind end. She was cueious of his loyalty, his intentions for his visit today, and this conversation would certainly test the boundaries.

    @[Raul]




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