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Date Posted: 21:07:20 07/01/04 Thu
Author: Clive
Subject: Flight...

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In his entire life, he would never have dreampt of being here, fleeing from the very three individuals he'd believed were eternal allies and cohorts. There was the drumming of hooves against a tightly-packed dirt road, the rhythmetic beating of the executioner's instrument. They were giving chase to him, the scholar Drifter, because he was a traitor and a spy. How it had come to this, why they willed to kill him for taking the path he knew was right, he would never know.

He remembers his orders as clearly as if he'd taken them himself. He felt better, leaning forward in his exhausted mount's saddle as he thought of his small family. By now, the would have reached their haven at the next village. They were safe, he decided. Safe enough. But was he? Was this boy? If only miracles were true.

The topped the hill and began their descent towards the dip in the dusty road. With a slightly panicked glance, Clive glances over at Briar to assure himself that the boy had not fallen out of his saddle. Clive did not know if Briar knew how to ride or not, but he was not allowed to look long enough to tell. Either way, he appeared to be managing well enough. Their horses, however, were not in their prime. Already the Drifter felt the gelding's sides heaving as he tried to climb the next hill. The task was gruelling, and it was allowing their perusers to catch up all the quicker.

Their persuers -- three skilled Drifters he once knew. Perhaps loved, at a time long since passed. Once, at a time long since passed that he could not recall very well, they were like family. Not like the money-driven bandits they had become in the present, bearing down on them on fresh mounts with their cross-guns drawn.

Clive tore his eyes away from the road long enough to check over his shoulder. Amidst the dust clouds, he was able to determine one body from the other astride their horses. At the lead was a young woman with straight brown hair, tied back in the fashion of a Drifter. Behind her were his remaining former comrades -- a large, tan Baskar man and the silver-haired youth with a smart mouth. Chasing him. No, he was wrong. They were chasing the boy, this Briar, his charge and last complete chance to maintain the freedom of the badlands -- his home. His refuge.

The Drifter gripped the reins tighter and spurred his gelding forward. Despite its fatigue, the poor horse managed to speed up slightly. It groaned miserably, sputtering as it tried to obey its driver and manage to breathe in the cloudy mayhem...

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((OOC: Well, thought I had to start somewhere, anyway. If Briar's going to be shot, you can go right ahead and powerplay the shot from the three enemy Drifters. I've got a solid plan, I think, that'll make this work...Hee.))

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� b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 13:25:49 07/06/04 Tue
- .Chase. -- Clive, 19:54:34 07/06/04 Tue
  - � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 09:45:18 07/07/04 Wed
    - .Last. -- Clive, 17:22:01 07/07/04 Wed
      - � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 19:25:57 07/07/04 Wed
        Stupid tags... -- Briar, 19:28:03 07/07/04 Wed
        .End. -- Clive, 22:36:47 07/07/04 Wed
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 14:13:17 07/08/04 Thu
        � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 19:17:08 07/08/04 Thu
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 22:01:59 07/08/04 Thu
        � b o y s nbsp; d o n ' t nbsp; c r y -- Briar, 05:37:10 07/09/04 Fri
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 19:30:21 07/11/04 Sun
        � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 16:29:06 07/17/04 Sat
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 20:02:25 07/21/04 Wed
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:37:01 07/24/04 Sat
        � boys don't cry -- Briar, 18:25:21 08/15/04 Sun
        <shinigami> -- Lily / company, 19:36:19 08/15/04 Sun
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:50:04 10/05/04 Tue
        Break You Now -- Briar, 18:45:13 10/06/04 Wed
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 13:09:47 10/07/04 Thu
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 18:25:00 10/14/04 Thu
        Just Bend the Pieces Till They Fit -- Briar, 19:11:41 10/14/04 Thu
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 18:45:05 11/06/04 Sat