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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


    Pray for better days, Any!
    #1

    keep your dreams in check

    He wakes with a soft blanket of snow covering his back, slowly melting and dampening his thick winter coat, though Rouhi doesn't seem too bothered by it, especially since he had decided to rest outside, with no cover from the forest nearby.
    However, his mild annoyance is directed elsewhere, more specifically toward the dying flora which is now covered by a thick sheet of snow, the cold air and lack of sunlight the most probable cause for the withered flora.
    Winter has killed off most of the plants that grow here, only flowers like Aster, Pansies and Heather survive, able to thrive in the harsh conditions, usually blooming in December without any issues.

    The grulla paint hoists himself onto his knees, observing the landscape. It seemed rather lonesome to the ignorant eye, but hidden away in small nooks, burrows or holes, hide small and quiet creatures, slowly working away despite the harsh cold, hiding in their warm homes and braving the winter snow to search for food. In the skies, birds circle, searching the white swards of snow until something moves.
    Rouhi always found owls among the most impressive of birds, swooping down from the unknown without a sound, then striking anything that moves.

    The stallion shivers slightly, the cold winter chill overcoming his body, slowly but efficiently rendering his muscles sore and limp, though once again he decides not to complain and instead rises to his feet, shaking his body vigorously to try and get rid of the snow. The male also extends his wings as far as he can, staring at them blankly. He never really knew why he still had his wings, he was too scared to fly with them and he usually got them caught up in branches or accidentally smacked people with them, at least they were a pretty addition.

    The stallion parts a small section of snow with his nose, he finds withered pansies, limp on the frozen ground, void of all colour and life.
    He touches them lightly and a small aura of light appears around them, slowly but surely they seem to regenerate, no longer frozen and lifeless.
    He smiles as he watches the flowers bloom once again, bringing them back to life in full colour "Stay strong little ones" he whispers as he walks away, careful not to step on them.
    Even though it is still winter, he hopes that they will survive for a while, at least until the days become longer and the snow starts to melt.

    Now the male wanders around the meadow, looking for something to do or someone to talk to, hoping to make a new friend or two.

    Rouhi

    I'm not sure if it is even still winter but I started writing this when it was so don't mind me
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    Although they prefer to hunt in the woods, they are not opposed to the more open spaces either. Day or night, the pair is growing a little bolder now. They have been hunting a lot lately, eager to fill their bellies with more than deer and lions. They have had small tastes of the horses here but it has been so long since they have eaten more than the occasional wing or limb off of one. The larger of this pair craves the feeling of a heart being crushed in her jaw, while the younger longs for more tender meat.

    They’re taking a break from the caverns of Pangea and have come to this place in winter. With snow on the ground, the black pair stand out more than ever. They are uncomfortable with the cold though not enough to deter them. The armoured plates of their bodies keep of some of the wind, at least.

    They spot him without difficulty. It’s more chance than anything else that makes them select the patchwork stallion with wings. It could have just as easily been someone else.

    Luck is on the side of those they pass to get to him.

    The largest of the pair growls, and their heads lower a little into a hunter’s pose. They remain side by side for now, approaching at a slow but menacing pace. A straight up charge is all well and good, but sometimes it is interesting just to see how these odd horse-creatures will react when they have the time to think and react.

    They are not particularly hungry and that gives them the freedom to play a little with their food beforehand.

    All the same, lips curl back to reveal gleaming rows of silver teeth - their intentions now well and truly obvious..





    RIPLEY AND NOSTROMO

    twenty-eight eaten to date



    @[Rouhi]
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