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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


    [open]  I am a mermaid that you dreamt // Any
    #1
    aquaria
    - THE TIDE IS HIGH, IT'S SINK OR SWIM -


    It would be summer soon. Already the air hung thickly over the island, even now that the sun was only faint lightness on the horizon. The rest of the sky was blooming with stars, and a mere sliver of moon was cresting the silhouette of the palms. Pale as the moon, the seamare walked along the beach, eyes on the blue-white glow that outlined every wave after dark. 

    That had been one of the first details that had made her love the island. It was beautiful during the day. It was magical at night. She dipped one hoof into the phosphorous waters, watched as the outline of her foot was clear as day for a moment, only to fade back into the dark. It was enough to coax a smile to her lips, however small. Yes, she could still enjoy this little thing. 

    Shaking the water from her hoof, she carried on, wishing for a breeze to lift the sweat beading on her neck. It would only get hotter, it always did. Tonight was unseasonably warm though, and it made the idea of sleep an unpleasant prospect. May as well patrol, if she couldn't rest. 

    The faint light reflecting off the sea was enough to guide herself by, if little else. So maybe patrolling was a bit of a stretch. She wouldn't see an intruder until they were on top of her. Humming without rhythm or melody, she decided this was probably just a walk, then. Did it matter? 

    Her pacing brought her around the isle. No clear purpose in mind, she stepped from the shore into the blessedly cool water. It would be bath-warm in another moon or so, but the temperature difference now was welcome. She swam in long, lazy strokes, reveling in the solitude until the sand rose up beneath her again. 

    It was a pointed fact that she would keep her wits about her this time. No fooling around, no flirting, no double talk. She just needed a breather. An escape from paradise. And she would only be gone until morning, when real life would demand her attention once again. 

    Besides, who else in their right mind would be out and about this time of night? 

    - MY ONLY RIVAL IS WITHIN -
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    this would be a fantastic place to put a future quote

    He is a water creature.

    Moreso than his sire, who uses water, Luath is of the water. So even after Brennen had taken his mate and his other children, moving them to the Pampas in the heat of the conflict, Luath had stayed. The flowery fields of the red mare's land are...nice...but they aren't home. So the brightly colored little stallion had returned to Ischia because the waters around it are his home. It has been months since he has come out of the water onto land, but it has also been some time since he's seen a familiar face in the water. 

    Luthe is also a predator. He's half feral. His sire had mostly trained him not to eat other horses, but...he has seen the other kelpie do so, and every once in a while he is tempted. Thankfully, he recognizes this mare. Even his sire had mostly bend the knee to this woman, and so Luthe has kept careful track of her in the water. Deep within, he is following, practicing his sneaking skills to stay hidden. When she returns to land, he considers drawing back into the depths of the water...but at the last moment, he changes his mind, and emerges quietly behind her. Not attempt at true stealth as he sheds his fin and grows legs, glancing at the mare but saying nothing.

    luath


    @[Aquaria] sorryrrry this sucks but I wanted to reply
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    aquaria
    - THE TIDE IS HIGH, IT'S SINK OR SWIM -

    Her eyes widened slightly as the soft sound of dripping multiplied. Something, someone, had followed her from the water. She remained solid in place, waiting for some indication that the quietly breathing spectator wished to make themselves known, keeping her eyes fixed on the dim surroundings until her patience snapped. 

    No. She would not be intimidated like bull shark in a pack of dolphins. She had come out here to relax, dammit, and no stalking night breather was going to prevent that. 

    Turning on her heel with a snort, her eyes captured the still form of another equid paused on the banks. "Can I help you?" She barked, face hard as she took in the shadowed figure. Light glinted from his sides, blue and scarlet, and she couldn't quite tell if it was the water on him that caught the light, or scales. 

     Far from friendly, she at least waited to see if they would deign to introduce themselves. The river lay comfortingly near if trouble rang, and she almost wished it would. There was so much pent up emotion inside her, and fighting someone would be a place for it to go. Not a constructive place, but better than destroying her from the inside out.

    - MY ONLY RIVAL IS WITHIN -


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