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Post by Hamlet on Sept 4, 2008 20:37:15 GMT -5
Coruching low in the dim light, Hamlet moved stealthy between the buildings of the taverns. The loud ruckus of the drunks in side made it sound like they had speakers out side so you could hear everything that was going on. but he wasn't bothered with that, he had to be quiet. He moved quickly through the shadows of the buildings, blending in quite well as he stuck to the side of the building. Atticus had figured out he was close by, the shifty guard in which lived in the castle of Von Maur. Now that Hamlet no longer lied within the castle and went missing on his own, Atticus found this to be perfect with knocking him off. Ah... But Hamlet was smart. The prince adapted to things quickly and would kill that guard quickly if he wasn't careful.
Eyes narrowed as he looks out into the street. Head moving to the side as he looked both ways and sticking his fingers to his lips he gave one single whistle for his mare. Thats when he felt something grab him from behind. "Hammy.. Hammy.. Hammy." The voice whispered. "When will you ever learn." The voice smelt of alcohol and there was no way this was Atticus.. so who was it? Hamlet gripped the hand in which was holding his arm as the other mans hand was on his neck pulling his head backwards. A smirk casted acrossed the princes face. "Old habbits die hard." He murmured. The mans hand in which he had grabbed he gripped the pressure point in which made him loose feeling in his hand. when his arm was released, he elbowed him in the face and manuvered backwards into the street.
He gave another whistle for his mare in which came speeding towards him and he gripped onto her mane, not hopping onto her back but rather holding on as he watched the man stumble to regain his balance from the blow to the face. As he looked up Hamlet smirked and gave a salute disappearing into the shadows with his painted mare.
Wasn't before long they reached alittle meadow area. The dim lights of the taverns glowed in the distance and Hamlet couldn't help but wonder if Juli had made it out alright. They had to split up because of Atticus. d**n that man. He fell into a sit on the ground, moving his finger tips to his hair line feeling a bit of liquid leak down his face. Wipping it off he looks to Path grazing.
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Post by Alanna on Sept 4, 2008 20:48:45 GMT -5
Julianne was no where near as stealthy as Hamlet was but she had her ways. Every girl did right? It helped the Queen was there, the cat had its uses in the way she seemed to take her around danger, most the time. So she had no trouble getting away from the town after many long moments of hiding and so on and so forth. But when free she followed the white cat as she seemed to follow a trail of sorts. Probally the smell of Hamlet and or Jinx which he also smelled off.
Juli shook loose locks of golden curls from her face as she looekd around her. Ahead she saw a horse and she smiled. It had to be him for Queen's tail went up trumphantly. You would think the cat a dog with her skills. Juli strode forward smoothing a hand over her hip to striagthen the very soft blue dress she wore.
When she reached the mare she shifted uneasily giving the horse some distance to go to her prince. Queen purred loudly and meowed to the mare. Juli glanced to the animals before looking to Hamlet. "Have any trouble", she asked him head tilting slightly to the side as it often did.
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Post by Hamlet on Sept 4, 2008 21:01:58 GMT -5
Dark was nearly hidden in the shadows if the large patch of white was so noticeable. Though of course if some one just happened to glance they wouldn’t spot her right away. The mare flicked her tail as Hamlet sat back where he sat on the ground, Fingers extended apart now. When the mare lifted her head up, ear alert did Hamlet become alert as well. Was it juli or some foe? Head tilted to the side as he seen a white little beasty trotting forward, tail high above its back end and he smiled. That girl never went anywhere without that cat. As the cat meowed up at Dark, she had lowered her head and snorted at the cat. Harks high on her skull nostrils flared.
The soft voice of Juli was pleasing to his ears and he wouldn’t be surprised if she could smell alcohol on him. Ah but don’t get the wrong idea. The prince was quite clean It was from that guy grabbing him who wreaked of it. He scrunches his features and shook his head lightly. “none at all.” Of course she could merely guess what had happened, I mean its Hamlet.. Come on. “I see you got around fairly well.” he grinned, his smile broad as he slowly rose to his feet wiping the grass off of his back side. He brought his fingers to his hair line again, feeling the slight stinging of it being tender which made him quickly draw his hand away. Another bruise and cut to add to the collection. He laughed lightly stepping forwards, what he was laughing at was unknown. But then again not unusual for Hamlet.. The guy had lost his mind.. Remember?
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Post by Alanna on Sept 7, 2008 14:14:09 GMT -5
Queen let the mare snort at her but she stood once more and rubed agaisnt the equines legs purring loudly once more. Tail flickered at the mare's muzzle. A regal furry white creature she was.
Julianne caught a whiff of spirits on him but he was stable enough and looked clear headed it must have been someone else. She wasn't sure if he even drank anyway. So she ignored it. "I believe if it were so that would be a first", she teased him lightly with a smile on her lips. Silver blue eyes on him and him only. "Of course. Queen is as good as any dog", she said simply. Brow creased when he reached up to brush his hair back and he flinched away. He got hit she could tell. She would die young because of him she knew it. When he laughed she sighed. Hamlet was still her crazy man another scratch or not. She moved forward to him and took one of his hands in one her own. Shifting on her tip toes she gently brushed his hair back to see if he bleed or not. "Your worse than a todler you know", she informed him teasingly. When done checking how back the hit injuried him. Lips brushed his forehead and then his cheek tenderly and sweetly.
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Post by Hamletlazy on Sept 9, 2008 18:45:16 GMT -5
She and her touching. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he liked her being so near… so close and so concerned. Made him feel wanted but then again that wouldn’t be the first of him being “wanted”. As she spoke his brow rose and he glanced to his mare and the cat. “Maybe she was a dog in another life.” He grinned rather cheesely at this and tilted his head to the side feeling her fingers brush acrossed his hair line to see his crack to the head. He didn’t flinch and actually didn’t move he just stood there. Stood there like a scorned dog. Though of course this wasn’t caused because of him, well on purposely.
He pulled his head away finally when she spoke again and he glances at her. “A toddler doesn’t get his self in trouble either.” That was true, Hamlet was good at getting himself into trouble. Good at making people mad and hate him. It came with the territory. He kicked a rock and it started Path she flinched and nearly took off into a run and he just stood there sort of dumb founded by her. Why was she being so jumpy lately? He moved towards her, cooing gently hand reaching out as he approached. The mare snorted and moved her head up to where the soft tender nose rested in the palm of his hand. He stroked her gently before looking to Juli.
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