Ťŵĭşţ
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Post by Ťŵĭşţ on Dec 16, 2007 8:32:34 GMT -5
Alaia walked silently by the Great Lake. Her feet were bare, her dress a bit ragged and ripping at parts. She needed to fix it yet she seemed to have no time to do so. A sigh escaped from her as she dipped her feet in the water slightly as she walked forward on the Lake's Shore. She smiled slightly, although this wasn't considered fun, it was calming her.
Hello.
She was talking to no one of course. But in a way she was, she was saying hi to the earth, the sun, the sky, the trees, animals, and everything else. If anyone heard her that was great if nobody didn't that was fine with her. Dipping her foot once more into the Lake Water she walked forward, never looking back.
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Post by Ťŵĭşţ on Dec 26, 2007 4:22:32 GMT -5
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Post by Hamlet on Dec 29, 2007 13:18:01 GMT -5
Enter Raphael
Hooves touch the ground in a slow staggering motion, Even the rhythm was completely off. The horses head was swinging low as its ears were pinned back lazily. Within each step it took it looked as though it was about to collapse. Even the rider atop the mount didn't look any better. Both had been wounded within a fight they had currently been in and both looked pretty drained from any life that seemed to be left in their body. Raphael's head was bowed as he slightly swayed with the movement of his staggering gelding. His eyes were closed as a blood spat was on the side of his face, but no wound however. Just looked like he got slapped by a hand dipped in blood. His eyes open and then closed as he soon looses his blance and falls off his mount. The horse however remained in a stand just standing there.
Blood covered down the horses legs, some one the sides of his body and alittle bit on his face. He wasn't as in bad shape as his rider most of his staggering movements came from being exhausted from trying to get out of there. He stood where he was staring at his fallen rider, head low as he could barely hold his head up any longer. Even at the sound of a voice Ruse didn't attempt to move his head but instead made a soft qwiver of a nicker. Which stirred Raphael only the slightest bit. Raphael fiddled to reach into his pocket and grab his dagger and held it in his hands. If he was going to die he was going to go down like the man he was well known as. "Whose there?" he croaked as he struggled to sit up . Leaning on his arms on his side he lowered his head and closed his eyes. He hurt like hell.
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