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Post by kight on Oct 19, 2008 3:07:44 GMT 1
The dark figure moved threw the streets, they where deserted & empty. It was raining hard out & dark out, leaving one to see why no one was out, for only a fool would be out in this storm or at least one that had to go some where.
The rain poured of the riders cloak that flowed over the fabric, of the cloak & then off the rider, over the horse before, falling to the cold stone ground underneath. The horse was soaked with cold rain but the rider, pushed his horse on.
They knew they had to make it to where they, where headed before stopping, for he had matters to take care of once there. They exited the village, continuing on down the path. As the continued on the road turned to a fork in the road, there was a sign that told what each path lead to.
The figures hood moved as it looked to see what each one said, one lead to Sherwood Forest the other lead to Prince John’s Castle. There was little light to tell what each one was but, the figure appeared to know what they said. For they turned there horse, before moving in the direction of the castle of Prince John.
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Post by rh on Oct 19, 2008 15:46:41 GMT 1
Patricia moved along a path away from the Prince's castle, it was raining so she pulled her cloak over her head. Good thing she was wearing one too or she would of been in such a disastrous situation. Not only that, she was walking down an empty path alone, god knows what might as well pop up.
She heard some horses near by, she sighed slightly. What was going on now? She asked herself. She quickly wanted to rest for a while, so she stood behind a tall tree and sat down.
She pulled the cloak around her to feel some warmth in her soul. [/color][/size]
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Post by kight on Oct 19, 2008 21:19:54 GMT 1
The dark figure, continued to ride for the castle, there was a flash of lighting. The lighting let up the sky, almost with as much light as day time. It was enough to stun those that were out, to be they could not see for a moment or two. The figure wavered a moment, form the blinding light. They drew back on the rains, to stop there horse, after the blinding light the figurer took a moment to get a gusted to what had just happened.
Strange weather them where having but, he was not suppressed that there was no one out yet or at least they had not see any one yet. But who knows, there might be others out at this hour. Even if it was not likely, to be another living soul out here, only a fool or that would be anyone else out in the kind of weather & time. For anyone smart would be in there warm homes, where it was dry.
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