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Post by *Savannah* on Nov 21, 2005 20:11:55 GMT -5
Metalica slowed down to a walk, she patted the horses neck "Your such a good girl" she gentaly pulled back on the reins to tell Losa to hoe. The horse took a few more steps then stopped "You just have to do something wrong don't you?" she laughed. She took out her water cantean & took a few sips, then squeezed Losa into a walk.
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Post by Shadowfax on Nov 21, 2005 20:17:57 GMT -5
Arrow sat tied to Pendragons back. His hands where stained red and he could barly keep his eyes opened.
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Nov 21, 2005 20:23:55 GMT -5
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Post by *Savannah* on Nov 21, 2005 20:27:54 GMT -5
Metalica stopped her horse & dismounted to give the horse a break. (-_- ok i need something to happen. Theres only so much walking you can do)
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Post by Shadowfax on Nov 21, 2005 20:28:17 GMT -5
Arrow urged his horse ahead silently and weakly. He could barly see but that didnt stop him from wanting to find someone to fight him, to either kill him or save him.
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<Loaded_Gun>
Human
I'm a loaded gun, there's nowhere to run, no one can save you, the damage is done.
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Post by <Loaded_Gun> on Nov 21, 2005 20:30:42 GMT -5
I gotta go PLZ PLZ PLZ don't do much farther with out me!
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Post by *Savannah* on Nov 21, 2005 20:30:55 GMT -5
Walk, walk, walk some more. She stopped to pull out an apple, she ate some of it then gave the rest to Losa
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Post by Shadowfax on Nov 21, 2005 20:33:20 GMT -5
(kk)
Arrow felt himself slipping in and out of consuness. His chest ached as did the rest of his body.
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Post by *Savannah* on Nov 21, 2005 20:35:00 GMT -5
(((ok)))
Metalica yawned, "I'm tired Losa, lets take a nap" She found a little clearing big enough for her & her horse
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Post by GuessWho on Nov 21, 2005 20:36:04 GMT -5
oh weapons! hold on:
Medusa Dagger
Sword of Vaelen
A dark pair made their way through the night, monster and mistress lighted only by the faint glow of the pale moon. The soft pad of treading feet was slightly audible in the depths of the deserted night. The clack of the beasts beak echoes in the city as the scent of blood reached its sensitive nostrils. It screeched in anticipation, thinking a carcass was some where near by.
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