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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


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    Home sweet home { Azlan }
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    It was early, the sun just barely peaking its head up from under the covers of the horizon, protesting to be awakened so early, and spilling pink and orange hues all over the sky. Springtime was upon them, finally. The return of the song birds and the once slumbering animals underground had signaled the turn of the wheel. As they are now wandering back to the once sleepy winter Beqanna. Among the masses of returning creatures, was a very peculiar and different equine that made her way from the safe embrace of the meadow down a well worn path. She was striking, and definitely quite old. The wisened zebra mare, Johari, in her striped coat of ivory and onyx walked quietly along the muddy path, her large rounded ears swiveling behind her to make sure her kin was still close behind. " Azlan dear, keep up. I'd like not to lose track of you in unfamiliar territory.", she says as she turns her head to the tattooed and winged golden filly, with the same rounded ears and black striping, who was trialing behind her. Her daughter, Azlan, was a bit of a handful at times, but Johari loved her children, and had better luck with her fillies than her headstrong and rambunctious colts. She hoped the child that was growing within her large barrel would turn out to be a filly. She had practically begged the faeries for a girl. Though this pregnancy was definitely a hard one, she wondered if it might be due to her age, but part of her knew that this child was different, for she felt sharp poking within her that was definitely not the usual foal hoof to the ribs.

    The couple made their way through woods and mountainside until the sun was about midway in the sky. The landscape around them turned flatter, now opening up into a sweet smelling place filled with all sorts of flora and fauna. Butterflies and honey bees fluttered from beautiful bloom to beautiful bloom, collecting pollen and drinking sweet nectars from within the petals folds. A hummingbird curiously hovered in front of her striped face before zipping off toward Azlan. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, her stomach grumbled and turned. It had been so long since she had eaten a decent meal. The snow had only just melted a few days prior, and her diet of Willow bark and dead grass was getting quite tiring and unsatisfying. This place though, it was beautiful, and absolutely lush with fresh green grasses. She made a soft bark to Azlan before trotting heavily down into the territory laid out before her. So far she did not see any other residents, but she figured if there were any, a mare this heavily pregnant wouldn't serve as much of a threat unless she sat on them. As she plowed through the tall grasses, her stomach bounced to and fro before she plunged her inky muzzle into a patch of purple tipped clover buds. This was most definitely a lovely place. It was quiet, and beautiful, a seemingly wonderful place to settle and raise her family. For it was quite soon that she would need to bed down to birth her foal, of which she was a bit worried about. But, for now, she would enjoy this lunch with her daughter, and start to explore this place after they have had their fill. 

    @[Azlan]




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