| Subject: Good! I'm glad somebody read it! Next part is inside...it's kinda short though. |
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Date Posted: 23:55:30 02/09/04 Mon
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Steadykick
's message, "This is just a little story, if you don't like it just tell me and I wont continue it. Please tell me if my work needs improving.Thanks! :)" on 19:47:30 01/02/04 Fri
Furtill, Thorin, Rosha, and Argathall looked around the cave they were in. Nothing much. Stalagtites hung from the cieling, and stalagmites dotted the floor. But something caught the good eye of Argathall...a movement at the back of the cave. Drawing a short dagger she had, she moved twards the movement. Drawing closer, she could make out the shape of a horse, wait, two? Four? Perfect. Four black horses. "Hay, guys! I found s'm 'orses!" She called back.
Rosha stumbled over. Her back was bandaged and she was carring three blankets. "'Orses ye' say? Great! We c'n get to Florrian faster."
"Florrian? " Furtill asked, coming over.
"Yes, Florrian. You know, with, wot's'is name, anyway, spoiled mister-I-know-everything-about-weapons-and-you-don't-have-a-clue-what-an-axe-is. That guy."
"What makes you and Argathall Harows anyways, Rosha?" Thorin asked, stroking the mane of one of the horses.
"The skill with the axe!" Both said, whipping out axes from under their cloaks and snipping a hare off of Thorin's and Furtill's heads.
Furtill dove on the ground, about two seconds after Argathall and Rosha had snipped his hare. "ATTACK BY THE MOSNTER HARROWS! HAHAHAHA!"
Rosha just rolled her eyes at Argathall and looked on of the horses over. They were well fed, groomed, yet why in a cave? She tossed a blanket over the back of the most sturdily built one and jumped on. "Tornado is your name now." She spoke softly in its ear. The horse seemed to understand and softly nodded its head.
Argathall climbed on one that looked like it was a running horse, the same as Thorin's to be horse, and Furtill's to be horse. She murmured in its ear, "Your name is, Hurricane now." Her horse nodded its head in understandment.
Thorin climbed on one and whispered in its ear, "Your name shall be, Avalance." Thorin's horse nodded its head in agreement with its new master.
Furtill climbed on the remaning horse, and chuckled, "Yer name is, hmmm...Typhoon." His horse stamped its foot down in agreement.
Rosha looked at Furtill and his horse. "Well, same light carefree attitudes. Let's ride, wait! Here, all." She took a few plastic hanchoes from under her cloak, and tossed them to the rest of the compony. She put hers on and eased Tornado outside the cave.
Thorin, Furtill, and Argathall did the same. Once out, they rode up a ramp type ledge to the other side and ran on, easing their horses to greater limets, the horses not showing any sign of straining.
In the cave, a shadowy figure looked at where his horses used to be. His! Now they were gone! Purebread male black horses! He had tamed their parents, and their parents had them. Now they were gone. The figure jumped up on a Chestnut Horse, and rode into the dale, following his horses, the names he gave them, Rider, Grapple, Mare, Deathblaze. When he got out into the rain, his figure was clothed in black. Black cape, black gauntlets, a black sheath, with a black odd weapon in it. A black mask, black pants, black boots, black shirt, sweater, and vest. The Black Man was out to get his soon to be victems on his most beloved horse, Slitneck Bloodbath. The Black Man was with the Force of Yickos, especialy Wiftale. He was paid in horses for protecting that area and another stretch of land, if they got by, it was death for him. The Black Man rode after the three friends. He was out to get them.
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