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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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    To her, Loess and Sylva existed mostly as stories.

    Both territories had been her parents’ home for several years—first Loess, where her mother acted as royal advisor to two kings, and then later Sylva, which she took control over at the suggestion of Castile after the previous leaders tried to lead a failed mutiny. By the time Stargaze and her twin were born, however, they were living in Silver Cove, and neither parents were involved in the politics of Beqanna. There, her family lived a quiet life away from the unrest that seemed to constantly trouble the land, and while Stargaze had explored Loess and Sylva in passing, neither of them had struck her as particularly remarkable. Fighting over the control of giant rocks and autumn-colored trees seemed like  a waste of energy, though she supposes she can see the appeal of power.

    She had her own taste of power; a small version of it. She knew what it meant to feel that vibrating tension beneath her skin, to release it and watch something crumble simply because she had willed it. There was another power there, too, one that she had not really messed with; she was fierce, but she was not needlessly cruel, and so far she had not found a reason to quicken disease in someone else.

    But, the day was young, and she was still on the search for some source of entertainment, so perhaps today could finally be the day.

    She is walking along a quiet part of the forest, the sunlight leaving strange dapples across her blue-green skin, and the stars across her body glow brighter in the dimming light. The air was cooler here, and the frost on her skin seemed to sparkle all the brighter for it, relieved to finally be out of the direct sunshine. From the corner of her eye she sees the black and white shape of the panda resting in a tree, and she is careful not to look directly at him. She assumes that he is a horse in his shifted form—there weren’t many wild pandas in this forest, after all, but she thinks there is a fun way to find out if her assumption is correct.

    Humming an indistinct tune to herself she continues walking, and once she is close enough—her eyes still staring so carefully at the path ahead of her—she shatters a branch neighboring the one he is resting on. Nothing that can hurt him, but, hopefully might startle him a little.

    She jolts as if she is surprised by the sound of splintering wood and sudden debris tumbling to the ground, and wheeling around it is only then that she pins him with her vibrantly blue eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes sweetly, her pretty face shadowed with a perfectly placed worried frown. “That was completely on accident, sometimes I just can’t control it,” she lies, but the undertone of silvery laughter is undeniable.
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    She isn’t actually surprised when he comes tumbling down to the ground, but she pretends to be. It was, of course, what she had been secretly aiming for. Even more delightful is learning that she is correct about him being a shapeshifter, maintaining that practiced look of concern as he shakes himself off in the form of a young stallion.

    The boy seemed friendly, which should have made her feel bad, but it doesn’t. She isn’t entirely uncaring, it’s just that she didn’t view this as being malicious—it was just for fun. The fact that she was maybe the only one having fun was besides the point. Growing up with the several rambunctious siblings that she had, it wasn’t completely surprising that her idea of play was a little aggressive, though the mean streak inherited from her mother was likely playing a bigger role here than a simple penchant for mischief.

    Although, based on his laugh and the easy smile that he wore as he stood, she clearly hadn’t hurt him, which she supposes is a good thing.

    As if to prove this, she exhales a sigh of relief. “Oh good,” she breathes as she steps closer to him, her overbright-blue eyes making a show of traveling across his body. “You’re sure you’re not hurt at all?” her voice is softer now that she is alongside him, and she reaches out with a dark-tipped muzzle to brush an imaginary mark of dirt off his shoulder. With a demure smile she withdraws, an unspoken apology for touching him without asking first reflecting on her face. She isn’t sure how long she can keep up this shy damsel act, but it’s entertaining enough, for now.

    She follows his gaze to the shattered remnants of the branch in the tree, and it’s only then that her facade slips just a little—thinking about how she could have easily just taken out the entire tree, and something beneath her skin hums in delight at the thought. “I did,” she says, careful to hide the hint of pride that threatens to slip past. “On accident,” she reiterates quickly, casting him a sideways glance, before deciding it’s time to deflect from her accomplishment. “My name is Stargaze. What’s yours?”
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