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Post by lizzie on May 31, 2009 5:15:06 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Illania Hjalmur & Arwen[/glow]
The young gypsy and her horse rode down the dirt track amongst the trees, it was a fine day for winter, their was a little chilly breeze blowing down from the north, but at least the sun was out. Illania was always happy as long as the sun was out.
Arwen, Illania’s impressive-looking 16 hands high gypsy vanner mare, did not acknowledge the slight breeze at all through her thick winter coat that was growing in preparation for much worse weather, apart from when her long mane blew in her face, at which point she would shake her head and carry on plodding down the road. Illania, on the other hand, felt the breeze, but didn’t mind it because she made no attempt to cover her arms, the only things on them being her decorative gold bangles that came up to her elbow.
She spotted a rabbit out of the corner of her eye and quickly grabbed her bow and an arrow out of her quiver, she aimed carefully and shot at the rabbit. She did all of this in the space of five seconds. The rabbit fell dead in the trees; Illlania dismounted and went over to grab her kill.
”hmm, not much meat on that, s’pose it’ll ‘ave to do” she muttered to herself before throwing the rabbit disappointedly into one of the many saddlebags she had managed to tie onto the rings at the back of Arwen’s saddle.
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Word count: 241
Notes: hmm... not so bad for me I guess, but I think it’s a bit jumbled up and messy.
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Post by Byron on Jun 1, 2009 7:15:07 GMT -5
Vol Turin cursed in responce, quickly dropping his hand, bringing the bow and arrow facing the ground. That was a close one. He slowly let loose the string, took off the arrow and slid it away where it belonged in his quiver, sighing with annoyance. If the girl had been even the slightest late after he had shot, then she would have been a dead target. Almost litterally. He frowned, gently nudging Ombre forward while attaching his bow back in place. His cloak fluttered behind him, curling in the wake of the small breeze as Vol trotted forward. His magnificent horse slowed to a slow walk, snorting once when they were closer to this woman. Vol didn't sound very pleased, he knew that. He sat upright with his perfect posture in the saddle, metal gauntlets were clearly visible; the metal fingers curled around the reins firmly but were loose around his horse's neck. "Hmm Ombre what a shame." He said to himself and the horse, just within a small distance from the gypsie's horse, hopefully to be heard. "To think that I could have caught a girl and a rabbit..." But in that velvety voice there was a joke, amusement clearly showed through, soft yet still showing firm. He was joking, but he also had a point. It was a close call. {Word count: 221} {Notes: Sorry! This post is probably REALLY bad because I'm in a big rush! But it'll have to do... because I gotta scram!!!!  } |
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Post by lizzie on Jun 1, 2009 15:23:01 GMT -5
Illania heard something whizz past her, Arwen threw her head up in alarm and stood alert, looking at the arrow on the ground warily.
”what the...” Illania raised her bow and pointed it at the stranger, blue eyes glaring at the stranger warily, blonde hair waving a bit like a battle flag.
She relaxed a bit when she heard his joke ”There wasn’t anythin’ on that rabbit y’ know, and I don’t taste very good thanks” she said, her sharp voice the exact opposite of the smooth velvety tones of the stranger ”no loss to you”.
She then noticed the armour covering his fingers, and the odd way he was holding the reins, he gripped them as tightly as if he was holding a half-wild horse, but the reins hung loosely around his mount’s neck.
”you wouldn’t know what to do if I had my reins that lose girl, would you huh?” she stroked Arwen (who was staring at the other horse with caution) soothingly, in her sing-song-talking-to-animals-voice.
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word count: 169
Notes: My muse doesn't like me at the moment...
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Post by Byron on Jun 1, 2009 20:35:20 GMT -5
Vol let go of the reins with one hand, slacking his grip as he waved his hand through the air as if dismissing someone. "That was my bad. Seems as if you've got a quicker reflex then I do. Lucky I caught myself at the last minute." He sighed heavily, shrugging at her sharp responce. "No matter. I'll find more out her somewhere. I did eat something yesterday evening so I should be alright for today anyway... haven't quite reached the stage of canabalism.... yet." He chuckled softly. Strong ears picked up her voice faintly, and his mouth twitched slightly at the corner. Vol had complete confidence in his horse to steer him in the right directions if need be. Ombre was a huge help, as was Sidedish. While his blindness cut him down a huge advantage, Ombre and Sidedish opened a door to many new ones. He cleared his throat quietly, his horse shifting positions slightly, backing up a few steps. "Please pardon my insolence. I meant no offence or to cause you any harm or fright. I'm begging your pardon..." He meant it too. He had mostly just come to apologise, and this was what he figured came close enough. He had nearly shot the girl and he felt terribly bad for it. The tone in his voice was still smooth and velvet, yet with a more apologetic angle. His hood angled down ward as his sightless eyes flicked to gazelessly look at the back of his horse's neck. He was debating at the beginning to either warn the lady to watch her back, or to just apologise. Figures that the more gentleman side of him had to shine out. He was feeling high spirited today, having an effect on his sometimes wild personality. {Word Count: 295} {Notes:   ^^ } |
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Post by lizzie on Jun 5, 2009 7:34:12 GMT -5
Illania dropped her bow, looking a bit surprised that he had taken offence to her words, she had tried to make her voice sound less startled, but having a naturally sharp voice didn’t really help either.
”Y’ owe me no pardon, sorry, I was a bit startled” she explained apologetically.
Arwen now turned a blind eye on the stranger’s horse, and stood with her head down, ears to the side with one leg resting idly.
Illania mounted Arwen and gathered her reins, although she wasn’t vey tall, Illania was well suited to the massive gypsy vanner mare, she knew exactly what to expect, what was for Arwen to just stand their as if she hadn’t noticed a thing, although one ear turned back towards her rider, listening to the steady sound of her breathing.
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Word count: 136
Notes: ugh, short.
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Post by Byron on Jun 5, 2009 20:37:10 GMT -5
Vol half smiled, a small, light, chuckle coming from the depths of his hood. "Glad that's all sorted out then. I didn't want to be getting off on the wrong foot." He smiled. "I'm Vol Turin. This is my horse, Ombre." He said while gently motioning to his black horse, then patted his neck softly. "And Sidedish is most likely sleeping around here somewhere..." He continued through the introductions, honestly having no clue where the little bat flew off too. He was most likely eating berries from his saddlebags or culed up and asleep in a tree close by. Ombre snorted clear air as Vol shifted his position slightly to get more comfortable. His foggy clear eyes stared sightlessly straight forward, even if it meant facing the wrong direction. The woman's voice drifted towards him, and so his face was most likely in the right direction. Most of the time he knew he was facing the right direction by the sounds reaching his ears stronger as his he faced them. Smaller sounds like chirping birds and babbling brooks bring no attention, but things like snapping twigs or speaking voices got a full look from the hodded figure. And the hood was always up, not really taken down unless things got to hot or the wind blows it away. It was meant to hide his white clouded eyes and to keep his strong downfall hidden. It was better for him, if enemies knew he wasn't blind. Vol's curiosity was no wandering off to where his bat companion was. If Sidedish didn't show soon, he'd have to call for him. Hopefully the little thing was close by. He glanced slightly to his left, down a path where the air seemed to flow easier and clear of trees. He frowned, then looked back at the woman expectantly waiting a responce. {Word count: 305 } {Notes:  ;D XD } |
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