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Subject: ~* Author: Mystery Rider [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:36:59 03/27/01 Tue *~The sound of hard-pounding hooves is heard upon the road leading to the stables. A bright chestnut horse comes snorting into the stables and halts its brown eyes wide in fright. Bright red streaks are splashed across its chest and a rider is slumped forward upon the horse's sweaty neck and mane. Red plaid material is strewn over the rider and the horse's rump. Long, middle back length brown hair is strewn all over obscuring the rider's face. A pure white linen shirt is streaked with the same red streaks as on the horse's chest. Could it be blood? The rider moans,but does not move. It proves it is alive.~* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date She opens the doors to the stables... Lady Shanteral 12:40:51 03/27/01 Tue ~* -- Mystery Rider, 12:53:08 03/27/01 Tue ...inside... Mabellina 16:29:24 03/27/01 Tue *~ -- Mystery Rider, 17:29:26 03/27/01 Tue She looks at her friend."Were you going to the ball?Puma?"she grins in a quirky way,seeing Mabe tame the loyal horse.She steps up to the girl,patting the horse softly."A definite Scot,"she says pointing to the plaid material."And the sword.I wonder if it's a Claymore.Where did she get it?"she looks at her friend."We should probably take her to the barracks and sew up her wounds."She holds the girl's white bloody hands. (NT) -- Lady Shanteral, 17:33:58 03/27/01 Tue She nods, taking the reins of the horse. "You'd better take her...I will attend to the horse. No doubt it has had a terrible experience as well. Do you need any help lifting her?" She held out a steadying hand...(g2g for dinner...c ya!) (NT) Mabellina 18:12:45 03/27/01 Tue "No,I think I can carry her."she says taking the rider's shoulders."We need a doctor. After you get the horse done up run to Acton Street, there should be a doctor."She slips off her green cloak. A look of pain come into her ocean blue eyes as she wraps it about the woman,tucking it in around her wounds. Carefully she pulls the girl off the scared horse. She holds the girl carefully. A defiant look comes over her as she carries the girl to the barracks. (NT) -- Lady Shanteral, 11:44:42 03/28/01 Wed He walks in seeing the two woman struggling with the girl.*I shall go for a doctor.*he says.Quickly he takes out his Clydesdale, Maximus. He quickly buckles on the saddle and bridles the stallion.*Mabellina,dear,help Shanteral.*he says in a slight grimace at Shanteral's name. Another expressionless look is thrown at Shanteral. He mounts Maximus and with a sharp*Giddap!*takes off at a canter. (NT) -- John of Leon, 11:51:13 03/28/01 Wed *~ -- Mystery Rider, 12:16:29 03/28/01 Wed The knight leads the chestnut to a stall, tying it quickly. As fast as she can, she removes the stained saddle and bridle, placing them on the floor: She would clean them later. Patting the horse's muzzle, she left to gather some tools...inside... Mabellina 16:33:05 03/28/01 Wed *~ -- Mystery Rider, 13:05:48 03/29/01 Thu *~ -- Mystery Rider, 13:05:53 03/29/01 Thu She murmers to the stallion quietly, leading him into a secluded stall. Rubbing the chestnut's poll carefully, she closes the door. "Eu estarei para trás, não me preocupo..." [Translation: I will be back, do not worry...] With that, the knight left... (NT) Mabellina 18:44:50 03/29/01 Thu ~* -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 08:48:18 03/30/01 Fri The knight's own Friesian stallion whickers from the door across, ears flattening when he catches the horse's scent: Another stallion. He snorts, hitting the door with a strong hoof... (NT) -- Celtic Shadow, 17:38:53 03/30/01 Fri ~* -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 22:39:44 03/30/01 Fri ... Celtic Shadow 16:58:11 03/31/01 Sat ~* -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 08:21:07 04/02/01 Mon ... -- Celtic Shadow, 18:00:22 04/02/01 Mon *~ -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 21:06:45 04/02/01 Mon ... -- Celtic Shadow, 17:45:07 04/03/01 Tue *~ -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 12:12:39 04/04/01 Wed ... -- Celtic Shadow, 19:08:20 04/04/01 Wed ~! -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 18:28:35 04/06/01 Fri ... -- Celtic Shadow, 21:36:49 04/06/01 Fri Suddenly, there is a flash of silver body and the dance of black hooves. She screams in rage at the two stallions who fight so foolishly. She whirls upon Celtic, the impression she got was that he egged the other to a fight. Quickly, moving even faster than the chestnut, she strikes out at Celtic, knocking him sideways causing him to stumble away a few strides.(that's as much as I'm gonna do) She whirls upon the other, and kicks him lightly, so as not to hurt him too much more.>> -- Tillifien the Shadow-Walker, 12:03:17 04/10/01 Tue He rests, snorting heavily, head slightly down. Blood drips silently upon the floor and his head droops slightly. He rests a hoof, glad for the interruption of the silver mare. (NT) -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 20:12:16 04/12/01 Thu ((Sorry - grounded for a while...lol))... -- Celtic Shadow, 11:28:23 04/13/01 Fri Her nostrils extend, warning. She turns to the wounded one and watches him. Then a peircing whistle calls her and she trots over to Shanteral and her knights upon their horses. Quickly tacked up, she rides away to the ball. (NT) -- Tillifien the Shadow Walker and Lady Shateral, 21:54:47 04/15/01 Sun