| Subject: ~*~He walks a large horse along the river, her could hear the sounds of a party, so could his mount, he let the hard run creature drink of the cool water~*~ |
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Alexandre De'Von (photo soon...i'm in the middle of making it)
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Date Posted: 17:13:28 04/15/01 Sun
~*~The crimson neck seemed darker than it was as the sky itself was black, The deep reveiling sepia eyes of the young man look about him, he keeps away, he did not need to be recognized as who he was at this very moment, the time would come. It had been a year on the run so far, His father and his men had yet to catch him, he wondered if they would dare to come so far as he had fled, or if they had given up the serch for him. His horse shifts beneith him, the large animal lifted it;s head to look a tht eother humans, yes indeed, they were having a good time, it was a party, something he had enjoyed so many years ago, yes, that is the way he thought of it, though his age was 20 winters as of two days ago, he looks down and runs a now calloused hand ove rthe stallion's back, he remembers when these hands knew no work, no blood and no pain. That time has passed. He must seem as none other than a commener, his clothes were tattered, he had money with him, much to keep him in a manor if need be, yet he used none. A smile breaks across his face, to his father, he was not his son, he was a theif, He would perfer to keep it that way, The wind blew through his light brown hair, it was longer than he would have normally kept it, he was alos growing a small gotee, but his eyes remain the same deep sepia~*~
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