Post by kight on Apr 20, 2009 18:47:17 GMT 1
The storm was fierce, it was late in the night, the rain was coming down in buckets & buckets, like the sea or a waterfall it's self had been let open to rain down upon the town & the castle. There was the load rumble of thunder over head, before the lighting sparked across the sky & appeared to part it into two before branching off into a there’d part.
The storm had come in fast & had placed, Rigoletto & many others off gaurd that had been out. Sending many to cover & where it was warm & dry.
The sky was dark, like coal or the darkest of nights, much like his armor. It was cold & unforgiving, relentless & it was not merciful despite who was around or who you where. The sky the rain, did not care if you where noble, or king, poor or rich, it did the same to all.
Rigoletto rode; his black stallion threw the rain, as he headed for the castle. He approached the gate, that opened at his approached, it would appeared that even it this down pour that the guards knew him on site. The gate clanked & the rattle of chains could be heard as they drew open the gate. That was massive in size & weight. The gate was almost like the gate to hell, black & dark forbidding at least in these night.
You could barely hear the clank of Rigoletto's armor, or the clipping of his horse’s hooves on the stone ground. The storm drowned then out, like one pinched out a candle or flicked a fly away from them. Once threw the gate he turned to head for the stable, it was a large stable with many horse. He had been lucky his horse had a larger stall, mostly for he had insisted on it when he started working for Prince John.
He would not have his stallion into tight of quarts or where he could not move, if he wished. Drawing closer & closer he drew back on the rains before getting off his horse, you could see the rain as it splashed on his saddle & then down the cloak that he wore.
But, as he led his stallion into the light of the stable, the beast was soaked like he had been throwing into the river its self. You could see the puffs, of some rain come off the horse as he snorted or sneezed. Once could see that the cloak had down little to keep him dry, the rain off his armor, like he was some monster of the like or sea.
His horse was not in much better shape, wet like a ray & the rain ran off the saddle as well as the coat & body of the black stallion. Making it glimmered & shine when the light hit it even it was more of a wet glimmer, it was more a glimmer that was like a freshly oiled black saddle. He moved to lead his horse in front of his stall, where he could start to remove the tack & armor that was on his horse. Placing it up where it belonged, his horse waited when he had been left, he then moved to lead him into his stall.
Rigolettos, eyes alert for any that might be around, threw with the weather one could not hear ever thing. The clicks & clank of his armor could be heard, now as he moved with the clipping & clopping of his horses hooves on the stable ground, placing his horse in his stall when he then moved to remove his helm, to revel his mask that was underneath. Then Rigoletto, move to pick up some straw & moved back to his horse side to start to brush his horse down, to make it where is horse would be dry & not so wet.
The storm had come in fast & had placed, Rigoletto & many others off gaurd that had been out. Sending many to cover & where it was warm & dry.
The sky was dark, like coal or the darkest of nights, much like his armor. It was cold & unforgiving, relentless & it was not merciful despite who was around or who you where. The sky the rain, did not care if you where noble, or king, poor or rich, it did the same to all.
Rigoletto rode; his black stallion threw the rain, as he headed for the castle. He approached the gate, that opened at his approached, it would appeared that even it this down pour that the guards knew him on site. The gate clanked & the rattle of chains could be heard as they drew open the gate. That was massive in size & weight. The gate was almost like the gate to hell, black & dark forbidding at least in these night.
You could barely hear the clank of Rigoletto's armor, or the clipping of his horse’s hooves on the stone ground. The storm drowned then out, like one pinched out a candle or flicked a fly away from them. Once threw the gate he turned to head for the stable, it was a large stable with many horse. He had been lucky his horse had a larger stall, mostly for he had insisted on it when he started working for Prince John.
He would not have his stallion into tight of quarts or where he could not move, if he wished. Drawing closer & closer he drew back on the rains before getting off his horse, you could see the rain as it splashed on his saddle & then down the cloak that he wore.
But, as he led his stallion into the light of the stable, the beast was soaked like he had been throwing into the river its self. You could see the puffs, of some rain come off the horse as he snorted or sneezed. Once could see that the cloak had down little to keep him dry, the rain off his armor, like he was some monster of the like or sea.
His horse was not in much better shape, wet like a ray & the rain ran off the saddle as well as the coat & body of the black stallion. Making it glimmered & shine when the light hit it even it was more of a wet glimmer, it was more a glimmer that was like a freshly oiled black saddle. He moved to lead his horse in front of his stall, where he could start to remove the tack & armor that was on his horse. Placing it up where it belonged, his horse waited when he had been left, he then moved to lead him into his stall.
Rigolettos, eyes alert for any that might be around, threw with the weather one could not hear ever thing. The clicks & clank of his armor could be heard, now as he moved with the clipping & clopping of his horses hooves on the stable ground, placing his horse in his stall when he then moved to remove his helm, to revel his mask that was underneath. Then Rigoletto, move to pick up some straw & moved back to his horse side to start to brush his horse down, to make it where is horse would be dry & not so wet.