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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’m not lonely, i am free
    #1
    As it turns out, having a beak makes it very hard to do... pretty much anything. 

    As a foal, her lack of lips made it nearly impossible to nurse from her mother, and Rebelle had made a show out of kicking her away one too many times. Eventually, it had forced little Phobia to stray away from her dam at quite an early age - not that Rebelle seemed to mind. So yes, maybe she’s a bit malnourished even in her gangly teenage years, and perhaps her social skills are particularly lacking, but Phobia has found that so far, she enjoys the quiet. 

    Even now, as a young adult, she finds conversation awkward and unfulfilling; it is hard for her to push the words around her mouth. Her tongue stumbles over them and even when she repeats herself, those around still seem to be confused about what she’s trying to say. Has she ever properly introduced herself to anyone? Probably not - Phobia is not exactly the easiest word for a bird to say. ‘Hello’ is easier, and quite possibly the only word her beak has mastered so far. And so, for the most part, the bird-horse keeps to herself. 

    One thing that she considers a blessing, though, are her taloned feet. She has used them to gather all manner of foods - small mammals all the way to the most disgusting of berries that left her stomach foul for days. She has discovered that fresh kills do not do much to satiate her, and despite her fearsome appearance, her digestive system is still that of a horse.

    In the darkness, scrounging for berries and edible plants is harder than ever, so Phobia finds herself keeping to the same places that she has grown familiar with. It is where someone will find her in the near blackness, sitting like a dog and using one taloned foot to pluck succulent purplish berries from a bush.

    So fearsome is she.
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    #2
    Lorne is a quiet creature, given to lurking. That was the sort of thing that her mother had approved of, a quiet child that left her alone, that didn't demand her attention - though, that wasn't quite true, was it? Lorne was a child that couldn't demand her mother's attention. The black mare could steal away the girl's voice as easy as blinking and no manner of screaming would bring it back until she was so far away that those oh-so-maternal ears wouldn't twitch no matter how loudly the little snakeling cried. So she stopped crying.

    She is not the first venomous child to swallow her own poison as if the bitterness of it will heal her.

    Her black tongue bears the scars of her own teeth, but you won't notice them, even when she tastes the chilled air. Winter is her least favorite season, and this is the worst she has ever known. It's also only the second that she has known, and although the first one was dark, she's pretty sure she remembers seeing the sun sometimes. She remembers the way it looked when the snow sparkled like diamond dust day and night, and that it was beautiful and fascinating, even though the frozen air could steal your breath away. Now it is dark, just dark.

    Lorne makes do better than some, but the cold air makes her sluggish, so when the little beaked thing comes to pick and peck at the scrubby berry bush she's been napping under, she only retracts a little more into the shadows with a soft hisssss.

    Lorne
    @[phobia]
    @[The Monsters] roll for Lorne's coral snake shifting!
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    #3
    @[Lorne] you're in luck. Your coral snake shifting has been spared... for now. (nothing happens)
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