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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


    On demandé pas le Lune
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    She'd almost made it to sleep, had pushed the hunger aside just far enough that her eyes were fluttering shut and the cold of abandonment was not the forefront of her inexperienced mind, when a crashing occurred. 

    Maybe not a crashing, but a shuffling noise, a huff of surprise. A jolting wave of shock and dismay rolled through the girl, tempered somewhat with curiosity. The sudden emotion made her roll back as if physically pushed. Eyes wide, she snorted at the large figure now standing over her, blue tinged as everything was, haloed in flickering lights. She blinked hard, but she was still there, and the drumming emotions had dimmed into only a current of the mix of feelings that she would someday learn most folk carried with them, highlighted only with indecision

    The minute black curves of her own ears subconsciously mimiced the conflicted mare, laid backward to sit in the bright tufts of her mane. It felt like something important was being decided, and the glossy mare's face held no promise of what that decision would be. 

    The wobbly filly didn't like to be looked down on this way, so she struggled and stretched until her feet were under her. A little better, she thought, being on her own feet. It gave her time to really look at this larger horse, to try to piece together what was happening aroumd the famished presence of her belly. Really, the hunger was beginning to feel like a solid thing, a living beast intent on clawing her to death from the inside out. Her little glassy hooves shuffled nervously on knotting grasses until the mare spoke. 

    Her ears swiveled back and forth at the sound of the bald faced woman's voice, her eyes darting between mouth and eyes. Small. Yes, she was small. Was that a bad thing? It was impossible to tell by the mare's tone. And without warning the subject changed to the wind, and the little sparkling girl felt distinctly off balance. 

    What did the wind have to do with her? She smiled faintly though, because that seemed to be the right thing to do if she wanted the gruff mare to like her. And something, some instinct made her think that it was a very good idea to be liked right now. 

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    On demandé pas le Lune - by Amarine - 03-17-2020, 05:23 PM
    RE: On demandé pas le Lune - by Neverwhere - 03-17-2020, 06:23 PM
    RE: On demandé pas le Lune - by Amarine - 03-17-2020, 07:38 PM
    RE: On demandé pas le Lune - by Neverwhere - 03-17-2020, 08:24 PM
    RE: On demandé pas le Lune - by Amarine - 03-17-2020, 09:17 PM
    RE: On demandé pas le Lune - by Neverwhere - 03-21-2020, 05:49 PM



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