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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]  where the spirit meets the bones
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    She thinks this is the place where foals are meant to go, but she can’t be certain. Everything looks the same in the dark. But the dark is all she’s known in her short life, so she has no issue with it.  She’s never known the blinding light of the sun or the searing heat of day.  She’s only ever known the cool brush of darkness and the quiet of the night.  That’s all any of the children in the playground have known – all of them more adapted to live in this dark world then perhaps their parents had been. All of them ignorant of the world before. There was no fear to keep her paralyzed or loss to weigh on her soul. The girl bounded over creeks and stumbled over branches as would any other child, her heart unburdened.
     
    It had been her mother who had encouraged her to come here. She had said there would be others. That she would find friends here.  Mother had seemed adamant about her coming here, and Sellene thought it was perhaps because mother didn’t have any friends. Had she not come here when she was a child to make them?  Mother never spoke about her childhood, and made a special effort to avoid talking about it. So Sellene hadn’t pressed – more content to simply do Mother’s bidding and be on her way.
     
    But she was disappointed to find the Playground empty when she arrived.  The girl frowned, turning her mismatched gaze upon her hooves.  Idly, she gently kicked at a stone with one of her forelegs in an attempt to distract herself from just how disappointed she was to find this place so desolate.  But inside she burned with the desire to find a friend. 
     
    And when she raised her gaze once again – something before her flickered. A strange, ghost-like shape but one that was decidedly equine.  One that she had summoned here as if by sheer will.  At the sight of it a wide smile blossomed on her baby face and she all but forgot her pursuit of others.  She reached out her nose oh-so-carefully to brush her nose against the soft light of the apparition  but felt only cold.  But she was undeterred. 
     
    Mother had said to find friends.
    Surely creating them had to count?



    @[The Monsters] mess with her immortality?
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    @[Sellene] your immortality has mutated into evasion. you're welcome.
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