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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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    Forever and always, Birthing {Azlan, Any}
    #1
    A time passes slowly, yet it is moving all too fast. She hurts, yet she is remaining calm. The Pampas and its beautiful landscape and sweet tasting air keeps the woman sane, the was the perfect place to set down her roots. It reminded her so much of her beloved Ausus. A beautiful place, wild and full of surprises. Beqanna was quite the beast as well, for she knew all too well that nothing, not even the worlds they live in, are permanent. Ausus had fallen away into nothingness, leaving her alone in a limbo for years, her magic slowly leaving her body until she washed up on the beach shore of Beqanna. A place that would also eventually eat itself only to spit itself back out. She learned quickly to adapt to any and all changes, and that is the first lesson she teaches her children. Always be ready for change, because it will come. 

    She can feel the child within her moving more and more, she grunts with discomfort as she finds herself pacing the meadow grasses. Beads of sweat forming upon her brow, waves of heat coming over her body. This was definitely different. She's had many a child, and none had ever made her feel this way. She tried chalking it up to it being age, but she knew better. She couldnt stand any longer, and she barked for Azlan, anyone, to come aid her, for this was beginning to worry her. She fell upon a bed of lush grasses and beautiful blooming flowers with a heavy thud, sweat dripping down her face. Someone, Azlan, anyone...could someone bring me some soaked moss? I'm burning up… she grunts again as the first part of the foal comes free, awful pain from something sharp scraping her insides as the foal exited her body, sometimes catching and not letting the foal come free.

     She wails in pain. This was NOT normal. But soon, it was finally over, tears welled up her burgundy eyes as she lifted her head to look at the new foal behind her. What she saw was something magnificent. A dark filly, sporting gold and sapphire stripes...and sharp frills like that of a lionfish running down the entirety of her neck and back, flowing down a long coiling dragon-like tail. Wet, sharp edged fins protruded from her elbows and just behind her cheeks. The filly was looking around shakily, her golden eyes wide with wonder. They meet her mother's gaze, and she made a squeaky bark, Mo?. Johari smiled, love practically spilling out from her body, her voice is soft and comforting. Welcome to this world, Genasi…. Although Johari believed in not getting to comfortable with permanency, she knew for a fact that her love for her child, all of her children even, would be forever.
    #2
    She’d been quietly aware of the striped intruders, trailing them at a lengthy distance through the fields, keeping a careful eye on them but not ready yet to approach. Even after all this time, Noah is shy, and they don’t seem to be posing a threat to her or her family, so for many weeks she does not make contact. They can’t be unaware of Noah and her family, of course; in addition to the little roan matriarch and her yearling daughter, Noah’s cousin has joined them with his two mates and their children. Somewhere, she is sure Aodhan still roams.

    But something about new motherhood makes even Noah more trusting, and she approaches on silent hooves after giving mom and baby a few minutes to bond alone. She makes a point to rustle her wings and take a couple of steps without muffling them with new growth of grass heavy underfoot, trying not to surprise the mare and foal. “Hello,” she murmurs quietly, offering a small smile from bright eyes. “She’s beautiful,” Noah takes a moment to compliment the mare’s achievement, because most new mothers appreciate that.

    “I’m Noah,” she offers after a moment, curiosity bleeding into her whisper-quiet words. Is this a new friend, or a threat to her peaceful home?
    NOAH
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