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Post by temperance on Dec 12, 2007 14:37:27 GMT -8
The sound of pounding hooves echoed through the forest and a young woman mounted on a white horse raced at a gallop after the large stag that was determined to loose her.
Temperance Canning, heiress to Foxcote Manor in england, urged Storm to a faster gate. "Come on... get on", she shouted, a smile spreading across her lips as she nocked an arrow to her bow. Her horse snorted and lengthened his stride as his mistress lined the stag up on her line of fire.
The arrow shot from the bow at hit the stag in the throat seconds later. The stag fell to the ground and lay there, bleeding out. Temperance rode up and dismounted then moved over to the stag. "Im sorry my brother", she whispered before slitting it's throat with a dagger, killing it instantly. Better to be kind and put it out of it's misery than to be cruel and let it bleed. Thats the way she saw it.
Temperance looked over her shoulder when she heard something, searching for the cross that hung around her neck. She looked around calmly, searching for the sounds source...
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Post by eric on Dec 12, 2007 17:07:45 GMT -8
Eric stood in the shadows of his hiding spot. He had been ther an hour and already picked up an animal in distress. Maybe he would be eating good tonight. He hadnt moved since he had nocked that arrow so long ago.
He heard the animal approaching, but another sound was mixed in. Hooves. He tensed up and let a little slack on the bow. He watched the stag appear, then watched it hit the ground with a thud. The tool of its death was sticking out of it's chest.
Eric Stepped out of the woods, not putting his bow and arrow away. "That was my kill." he said coldly. "you with your horse, dont you know what a hunt really is?" he asked, staring her down.
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Post by temperance on Dec 12, 2007 17:44:52 GMT -8
Temperance stood up, drawing her blade in reaction. "Last I heard, who ever killed the beast.... claims the beast", she said equally as cold. "And I'm only using means that give me an advantage". She raised and eyebrow at him, taking note of the weapon in his hands. "The indians use horses to hunt the buffalo... why cant I use a horse to hunt a stag?" she questioned.
The girl stood there boldly, undaunted by his stare. She had been raised to speak her mind and never back down by the looks she recieved from others. Who cared what others thought of her... she was taught to be honest and direct at all times.
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Post by eric on Dec 12, 2007 17:49:39 GMT -8
Eric Put his arrow in the quiver, but never rested his bow arm. "Hunting is making a kill at a fair advantage. The Indians only used horses because a buffalo could kill 50 of their foot warriors. A stag can hardly injure one. But i suppose your right, you get the beast. But you don't mind bartering with me for some food? Me and Jay are getting quite hungry, as i haven't made a kill in a few days." He asked, wary of the sword now in her hand. He moved his coat away from his own, telling her silently that he too had a deadly weapon.
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Post by temperance on Dec 12, 2007 18:11:42 GMT -8
Temperance locked her brown eyes onto his and put her blade away. "Sure", she said turning away from him. She took off her cloak and stepped towards the stag, taking her sword off her waist and throwing it aside. Quickly she tied up her hair and knealt down next to the animal, taking out a dagger from her boot.
"I'm Temperance", she said over her shoulder as she dug the dagger in to slit the stomach open in order to gut it. Then she looked at him, her gaze more relaxed than before. "And you are?"
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Post by eric on Dec 12, 2007 18:39:33 GMT -8
Eric let his cloak fall back. "Eric. and this is my frind Jay." he said, as a black raven landed on his shoulder. "what's your horses name?" he asked, looking over at the horse that she was riding.
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Post by temperance on Dec 12, 2007 19:50:39 GMT -8
"He's called Storm", Temperance answered before going back to gutting the stag. "And thats Shadow", she added referring to the wolf sitting at the base of a tree. Upon hearing his name, Storm snorted loudly and shook out his mane. Hebe pawed the ground impatiently, he hated standing still.
Temperance chuckled slightly at her horses before reaching into the stags stomach and gutting him with her bare hands. She had been taught how by her older brothers... they had always seen how different she was to their late mother Lady Keledry Canning. But it was the only thing that her father, Sir Thomas of Foxcote, had approved. "How much do you need?" she asked Eric when she finished gutting the animal.
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Post by eric on Dec 13, 2007 20:43:53 GMT -8
"A few strips shall be plenty, and one eye, for Jay." He said, looking around the clearing. He turned and whistled into the forest. After a BRief pause, Blacky tromped into the area, cautious of the other horse. "Might you also know where there are apples around? My horse is famished." He said, rubbing Blacky's neck, cooing in his ear.
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Post by temperance on Dec 13, 2007 20:51:55 GMT -8
Temperance looked up. "Nice horse", she commented. "Ummm.... apples. There might be one or two in the saddle bag... I think". She cut up the stag quickly and cleanly and put the meat in seperate bags. Then she stood up and held an eye out in her palm, wondering if the bird would come to her.
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Post by eric on Dec 14, 2007 15:43:37 GMT -8
Eric felt Jay shift on his shoulder, and he nodded. His raven flew over and landed on her palm, grabbed the eye, and perched ion a nearby branch, greedily hording his revolting prize. Meanwhile, Eric rummaged around her bag, withdrawing the apples, and proceeded to feed them to his horse. "Thank you, yours is very nice too." he said.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 16, 2007 23:22:23 GMT -8
Thudding hoof beats suddently could be heard in the air as a horse and rider neared the pair. A moment later, a youth on a handesome black stallion would into the woods. He bore a Gaelic Claymore long sword and an Olde English long bow and a quiver full of arrows over his shoulders.
This young man was clad in green fabric and deerskin and a worn brown cloak was slung over his shoulders. This was Peregrine, but no one apart from his four closest friends knew that she were looking at the heir to the Silmaril throne.
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Post by eric on Dec 17, 2007 8:31:58 GMT -8
Eric had his bow up and an arrow pulled back in a second. "Who are you?" He asked, not missing a beat as he raised the bow to point at the newcomer.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 17, 2007 13:56:19 GMT -8
Peregrine looked up at the man holding a loaded bow in his direction. He raised a dark eyebrow and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"That, is an excellent question." He said in his Scottish accent. "However the real question is who are you?"
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Post by eric on Dec 17, 2007 20:23:30 GMT -8
Eric cocked an eyebrow at him. This man didnt act like others when he pulled an arrow on them. "Interesting, answering a question with a question. I like you. I am Eric Randall. And who are you, again?" he asked, putting the arrow back.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 17, 2007 23:02:29 GMT -8
"Peregrine Alexander." The youth replied, "If I be so bold as if to ask, what may be your business here in Erroterra, and who sent you?" He asked. His voice was cool and calm, he was not rude or angry sounding, but not warm and friendly either, not yet anyway.
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