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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 4, 2011 18:34:12 GMT -5
At this question, Silver nodded his head now and turned slightly, glancing back towards a large tree now in which his companion stayed behind. Faerydae was quite certain that she did not wish to move, that she was perfectly fine with sitting behind this tree and hoping that whoever was on the other side would just continue on their way. This did not seem to be the case though since Silver had decided that he wanted to be friendly with strangers for once in his life. Of course, considering that nothing has happened yet for quite some time, perhaps it was safe. After all, when they had problems with people on the roads, it was usually with men, this individual, was not a man, but a woman, and judging by her voice, a rather young one too, probably only a little younger than Faerydae herself. She heard brambles breaking now as Silver’s large head appeared besides her to check upon her.
Ice blue eyes stared at the white horse for a moment, her gaze meeting his amber ones. There was a trust there, he clearly did not believe that they were in any danger, although, the young maiden never found herself sure any more. It took much convincing of herself to get up and move into the line of sight for the horse and rider on the other side of the tree, but perhaps it would be better this way. After all, if they knew she was there, it would be impossible for them to mistaken her for a threat on their way out. After a moment, Faerydae finally pushed herself up to her feet now and moved around the tree now so that she could look at the horse and rider. The first thing that she noticed about the rider was the flaming red hair which contrasted brightly against her rather pale skin and dark eyes. One look at her wardrobe though, the fair haired girl knew that this rider was of noble class, and no doubt, resided in Camelot.
“I am his rider,” Faerydae replied quietly now, but her thoughts were still on the girl. Never before had she seen her out here, in fact, most of the pathways in Camelot’s woods often remained untouched by horses of nobles. Only the knights are the ones that she ever sees out here, well, that and the druids, who probably are not even allowed to step foot on these lands by Uther’s laws. Although, after the city’s destruction by the dragon, perhaps the nobles were starting to set their feet into other places that Camelot had to offer for them, “Are you lost?” she asked now, studying the girl as she waited for her answer. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 3, 2011 1:13:49 GMT -5
A human scent hit his muzzle slightly and a snort escaped the horse and he shook his head, tossing his mane about as if to clear his head. There really had not been any movement about, and yet, here was this scent that came from the bushes. His ears twitched for a moment before the faintest of words could be heard, “Thank heavens for that!” The white stallion cocked his head now as his amber eyes stared long and hard at the bushes, his ears twitching in such a way before they pinned slightly against his head and he stalked forward quickly. If people were to see him, they might had thought the white horse was simply gliding over the ground and not touching it at all, for he was quick and quite even for such a large animal, but living in the wild all of its life and avoiding capture taught the horse a few good lessons to keep. Without much warning, he threw himself into the bushes now, his hooves slamming down upon the ground quickly.
The branches of the bushes tugged at his sides and at his mane, but he did not care at all. But what he was curious about was this man lying on the ground. His ears twitched in an indecisive manner as he stared down at him with his amber eyes, uncertain of what to think of him just as this man probably had no idea as to what he had done to deserve such a greeting from the white stallion. After a moment, the horse dropped its head and nudged the man’s leg with his muzzle, pondering if he would move at all or whether he was determine to just lie in the bushes like that. Because if this was the case, then the horse certainly could not bring his own human here to him. An annoyed snort escape the horse at the though but he continued to nudge the man now, this time with a little more force to see if the message would become clear that he should get up and leave, “Silver!” The young woman’s voice broke the silence of the forest and the white horse brought his head up quickly now in response to his name as he glanced back in the direction that he had come from. His name had been stated in fear, and there had been a quiver within her yell that he had easily recognized; his human was in trouble. Quickly, the white stallion backed up now, breaking some of the bush in the process before he leaped forward and back in the direction in which he came.
She sat alone by the large tree, her ice blue eyes constantly glancing around the woods even though it was hard to see, even with the moonlight. After a moment, she rested her back against the tree and closed her eyes, sitting in wait for the great white horse to return to her. This was a system that worked for them, although, most of the times, she felt as if she did not want to leave the horse’s side at all, regardless of how tired she was from the day’s journey or not. By now, they would have set up camp if it weren’t for those men that they had suspected of following them out of the tavern after she had been done with trading her rabbit furs. While the men hardly made any contact with her or the horse, Silver lead the way back into the woods and quickly lost the men, as he always did, ‘Those men were strange,’ she thought to herself now, for they had hardly talked at all, and yet, the look in their eyes had explained everything: lust.
Just thinking about it sent a shiver up her spine, although, this should be something that she should have gotten used to by now. For one, men of any sort would pray on a woman wandering by herself, even if there was a horse there and second, men always seemed to think that women who were not accompanied by men were lonely and needed ‘pleasure’, as they liked to call it. Balor was a particular terrible place for her for it was her old kingdom, a place that she used to rule with her husband, King Janus. She felt herself bite her lower lip in such thoughts, uncertain of why she was allowing her mind to wander back towards her old life, for it only brought pain and despair for her at the thoughts of Talberon and Keran, “Stop thinking about this, Faerydae,” she murmured to herself in the darkness of the woods for she did not need their memories to haunt her mind at the moment, their lives were taken because of her mistakes and traitors to her trust, and now, all of Balor thought her a woman looking for pleasure because her king had not been good enough, not that she had been in love.
Although now, Faerydae Moriarty had to remind herself, that this was not Balor and she was not there, but somewhere else, in Cenred’s kingdom, which hardly put her on ease for there had been whispers on the wind that he planned to go to war with Camelot. Although, it could all be rumors, but still, she was uncertain of what to trust any more. There was the snapping of a branch now and her eyes opened quickly before she shot up from the tree. If she had not been on edge before she certainly was now. Feeling like a flighty animal, Faerydae quickly got to her feet and stared in the direction of the tree when another snap came and she moved away from her own tree and out more into the open now, already trying to figure out an escape as she backed up a little. There were more snaps now, but not just one, but more of them and she saw shadows dance in the moonlight, at least three. Something was hunting her in the size of a back.
Her nerves shot up now, thinking about yelling for her horse, but perhaps they were only deer? Not a chance now for they were too tall and soon, they broke out of the darkness and she saw them clearly through the trees. Perhaps it was how the moonlight was hitting them, but they looked rather ghoulish at the moment. As they came forward now, there were smirks upon their lips, “My my, what have we have here? A young maiden all by herself? Surely you must be lonely without your horse.” They were the men from the tavern, but had there not been more? Although, now was not the time for questions as she quickly turned and headed into the woods now and she heard them coming from behind, letting loose childish war cries that sounded demented and murderous, “Silver!” she called out, right as she felt herself trip over an over grown tree root. Faerydae hit the ground hard, and as the fair haired maiden tried to pick herself up quickly now, she felt somebody pounce on top of her now.
Already, feeling like a rabbit caught by a cat, she tried to break herself free of the man’s hold, “Let go of me,” she shrieked as she twisted and turned. Although, being at such a small stature of 5’2, it hardly did anything against a man who was clearly a foot taller than her. Laughter escaped the men now, “My, my, you’re a fighter,” he whispered into her ear now as he pushed her silvery hair over her shoulder now. Faerydae could feel herself nearly quiver as his hot breath hit the bare skin of her neck, his breath smelling of old ale, “My horse will hurt you,” she growled and as the other two men stood over her and their friend now as his one hand started to wander down her body, “No he won’t,” the man purred in her ears, “For we have two others that will stop him.” Her eyes went wide at such a thought as there came the sound of hooves and through the trees, she spotted Silver coming for her now, his ears pinned back as he looked ready to take blood. Right as the white stallion shot into the clearing, they ambushed him. Everything happened so quickly that Silver had not even noticed because of his concern for Faerydae.
The rope came out of nowhere, and he felt blindsided as the slip knotted loop came over his head now and yanked hard. An ugly scream escaped the white stallion now as he tried to fight it, but whoever was behind the rope was big and strong with enough strength to wrestle with him. As Silver let out a buck, another rope came and latched onto one of his back legs, pulling it from beneath him as he hit the earth with a loud thud. The whites of his amber eyes could be seen as he trashed about wildly, looking around as the men with the ropes came closer towards him now and he dared to try and get up only to have the same thing happen again, and his body was starting to lather up in sweat, “Please don’t hurt him!” came Faerydae’s voice, the only one he recognized at the moment. Her voice trying to be strong and fearless, but it came out as a sob. Amber eyes looked around wildly before he spotted her in this madness, pinned beneath a man. Silver’s ears pinned back against his skull, anger surging in his mind as the white horse picked himself up quickly and took a lunge for the other men now, paying no heed to his own capturers.
Ice blue eyes just stared at the white stallion as he tried to fight the men who were trying to hold on to him. It pained her to see him on the ground, but it was not long before he was back on his feet again and took a lunge for one of the men and his teeth met flesh. A scream of pain escaped the man as he tried to break his arm free from the horse. Panic ensued as Silver’s capturer’s pulled him back, tripping him up again, but as he went down this second time, he brought the man down with him. Quickly, he managed to turn his body despite the ropes and roll over, crushing the man’s leg in the process. The moment it happened, she felt her own holder’s grip on her lighten ever so slightly, and she tried to escape, scrambling forward towards her horse only to feel somebody’s hand wrap around her ankle and yank her back with such force that she felt the ground tare at her skin and she was pulled back underneath the man now, straddling and pinning her down to the ground and Faerydae could not even fight herself free this time for the other man was clamping down on both of her wrists and shoving them above her head, making movement impossible.
“You two are the most troubling we’ve ever encountered,” he said with a sneer now, “And you’re going to pay because of it.” Fear crept a long her, she did not like this at all. The young woman struggled slightly but she knew it was in vain. Their laughter escaped them again and she tried to close her eyes only to get yelled at, “Do not do that, you cannot ignore us!” She forced herself to open her eyes again to stare at their faces, their eyes wild with rage and drunkenness, “Please don’t hurt him, please don’t hurt my horse,” she managed to say, trying her hardest to hold back her sobs, as she turned her neck now to stare at the white stallion, still struggling to get back to her now. She concentrated on his amber eyes as his own locked with hers, telling her to not give up, but Faerydae was uncertain if she could do that for there did not seem to be any hope for them. Silver thought there was hope, for a split second, his mind had wandered back to the man in the bushes, and the great horse pondered if he had heard all of this racket.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 2, 2011 1:10:41 GMT -5
Her shoulder blades dropped in a mild manner shrug, “I believe it is a matter of history is what truly brings the bond together,” after all, never in a million years had she thought that she would ever be graced with a friendship with a wild horse. Perhaps that was what made Silver so interesting when eh came to her that day. Wild horses especially that of the Elder breed were never seen with humans, they often fled them and hid so that they would not become mounts, and only allowed those worthy of their grace to sit upon their backs. But Faerydae had not sought out the white stallion; in fact, she had been there to end her life when he discovered her, “Silver …. it is a beautiful and appropriate name, both for the horse and its rider, I would think.” His words had caught her off guard for a moment, “For the horse, yes,” she replied softly, not bothering to comment upon the rider, for it was her. Honestly, the fair haired maiden could not even remember the last time that somebody had called her beautiful, whether they meant it or not. She was not even sure as to what Lancelot meant by it, but it was probably just a kind comment to a girl who was nearly taken advantage of.
During this time, the white horse had slowly been closing the gap between him and Sher-Fore, for Silver was not enjoying being kept at a distance from his new found friend, a horse essentially y as equal as him even though not of the same breed. His ears twitched as he heard the compliment and then his companion’s own words. It troubled the white stallion that she was behaving like this, for when on their own, she did not seem so sad. Either way now though, Silver let out a rather gleeful whinny at the complement and nodded his head in agreement a little wildly just as he bumped up against the black Arabian now. The faintest of smiles could not help but to grace her features because of her horse, although, it would be hard to tell that it was one for the observer would have to keep a keen eye for the smile did not affect her lips, but her eyes. Her one hand let of his mane now and slid over his shoulder in a mild rub. She found it funny how even the simplest things that her horse could do brought a change in her mood, to distract her for two seconds over everything, but she suppose, that was what companions were for now. Although, he must have been growing tired of their game for soon, the man spilled who he was: a former of knight of Camelot.
And he soon divulged a little about himself. Her ice blue gaze returned to knight now. Perhaps he was the brook that would over flow for Lancelot seemed perfectly content with speaking about himself, “I would have probably not made a very good Knight anyway. It would have required me to stay in one played for extended periods, and I am more of a nomad, a wanderer.” She continued to stare at him for a moment, allowing his words to sink into her thoughts, “Does that not strain your relationships though? A man like you, I would think that you have a love one waiting for you to come home.” While she would not admit it out loud, Faerydae did think that rouge knight handsome and the thought of him not having a lover worrying about him as he traveled across the lands of Albion seemed almost too far fetch for her. Although, perhaps Camelot was different from her own kingdom, but Balor, all of the knights had women who had loved them dearly, whether noble or not, would lay their lives down in order to make sure that they would return home from a battle or a mission. Lancelot soon pulled her away from her now thoughts as he continued to speak now.
“Yes ….yes he did …. the morning after the night that it had been granted. So, it did not take him long to realize his grievous mistake, and correct it,” he stated now. Faerydae did not say anything though. There was no point to rage on Uther when what has happened already has. This was a thing of the past, unfortunately, and she only wished that it had turned out better for dark haired man now. But people cannot help who they are, and Uther always stuck by the books even though there were times when she had been certain that he ought to have broken them. Although, despite this, there was no denying that the King of Camelot’s iron fist rule has helped out the city tremendously, but in doing so, caused him to pick up quite his fair share of enemies now, “How did he find out?” she finally asked now. After all, clean Lancelot up a little and give him a shave and expensive clothes, the young woman found herself certain that he could have easily passed for a member of a royal house, he certainly did have better mannerisms than half of them. As she glanced back over at him now, she saw the smallest hints of shock flash over his features, perhaps surprised about her knowledge of the knight’s code.
After all, it was a rule engrained into every royal family’s mindset. But perhaps she was not wandering into dangerous waters yet for he did not question her knowledge of it, “Yes …. Yes ….nobility and the Knight’s Code …. The Knight’s Code had been violated in that I had provided a false seal of nobility to get into a try-out for the Knights.” Well, that was certainly one way to do it. Her eyes remained on him for a moment, honestly, she could not have thought of anything more brave and foolish at the same time. Impersonating a member of a royal family in Camelot, well, honestly, Lancelot was probably lucky to still have his head now, “Perhaps it was wrong …. perhaps it wasn’t. The fact of the matter is that I was dismissed and dressed down. My exile from Camelot, though, had been self-imposed. Now, I have no doubt that Uther believes he did the only thing he could do. At least at the time, Arthur held a different view.” She thought over his words thoughtfully for a minute or two before finally speaking, “I believe that regardless of something being wrong or right, that it was noble of you to follow what you wish to achieve.” Although, considering that he was no longer a knight, he might have argued that it had not been the best of things, although, he did mention Arthur having a different view on everything. Arthur Pendragon…she had heard various things about him, whispers on the winds, but perhaps he was starting to grow up from a boy.
But now, everything was down to her now and Silver was coaxing her as best as a horse could do, but so was Lancelot. Even though he seemed unphased by her silence and did not ask of her person as abruptly as she had of him, it was clear that a mild curiosity rested in his thoughts. The moment she mentioned her name though, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sher-Fore come to a sudden halt, and Silver followed suit now, glancing over at his friend’s rider now. Faerydae too, glanced over towards Lancelot and was startled to see him bowing his head, “All is much clearer now. Those men either sought your death or you ransom. Your Highness, whether I be a Knight of Camelot or not …. it is an honor and a pleasure to serve you. I understand the sadness now as well.” The fair haired maiden felt herself uncertain of what to do, she had not expected him to bow or react like this, although, perhaps she hadn’t known what was going to happen anyways, “Those men only wished to use me to appease to their manhood, but I do not believe they would have cared whether I died or not in the process,” she murmured now, closing her eyes at the mentioning of ‘your highness’ for a brief second before glancing back to him.
After a moment, she freed her clean hand from Silver’s mane now and allowed it travel the small distance now from Silver to Lancelot now as her hand rested on his jawline for the briefest of seconds before gently pushing him out of his bow, “Please, I am no longer a queen, there is no reason for you to bow…you and I are equals.” And with that, she retracted her hand from him now, and it almost felt like there had been a warmth there that had not been there before, “If you wish me to call you Dae, of course I will do it. It will be an honor if you will ride with me, but I feel more strongly than ever that we make haste.” Ice blue eyes simply gazed at him for a moment, uncertain about traveling with him. It was not that he was not a kind person, but wheether she was ready for human interaction again, "Yes, I would like you to call me Dae," she murmured now.
Something caught Silver's attetnion suddenly as without warning, he turned around and stared off in the direction that they had come from. Already, Faerydae felt the tension for her rise again and her nerves getting shot as the white stallion continued to stare off for a moment, his ears twtiching waiting for sound. Somethng had caught him now and his ears pinned back slightly and he backed up slightly and turned back around before whinnying slightly to Lancelot and Sher-Fore, signaling like they had said only a few seconds ago that they had to leave. The young woman knew in that moment that she had to stay with Lancelot, for her life depending on him as life and death depended on the scales. She was not strong enough to take care of herself, and Silver could not always help her, "I will stay with you for as long as you'll have me, Lancelot," she said quickly now, her ice blue eyes quickly glancing back over towards him now, "There's a stream up ahead of us, once we cross it, we will be in the heart of the forests. They would be foolish to travel into there."
Actually, she was being foolish now for even suggesting it, but when she saw it, there was no choice at the matter. Of course, she was still bleeding from her arm and while she had been hoping to address that at the stream, there might not be any chance to do that now. This time there was a crack that seemed to split the silence and Silver wasted no time in getting his companion out of there now as he leaped forward into a gallop now and quickly headed into the trees. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 1, 2011 20:21:25 GMT -5
It would probably be hard for somebody to think with all of the racket going on, from horse whinnies to the dog’s growls and barks. If people had thought the woods tranquil and silent, they certainly would not be thinking that now. The fair haired woman did not dare leave the tree now as the girl awoke from her slumber and stood up now, staring at the ongoing argument between the horse and the dog, before glancing over towards Faerydae’s way at the mentioning of the rabbit, “No, I hadn’t realized that from the oh so nice conversation the two of them are having at the moment.” Those were odd words to hear coming from the other woman’s mouth now and already, she felt her eyebrows arch. Conversation? Animals didn’t talk like humans at all, but she supposed one could call all of that racket a conversation perhaps, but there was no way that girl could have any idea as to what they had been saying to each other, well, not entirely. She watched now as the girl got up and brushed the dirt off her before walking in between the animals and already, her ice blue eyes went wide.
That girl was either very brave, or very stupid.
Amber eyes glanced over towards this odd girl standing in between him and the dog now. There was something about her, as if there were magic that plused through her veins and he could sense it, but he paid her no heed as she spoke to them now. He took another step forward and dared to side step around her as his head came down to nip at the dog again, “I said enough!” Her voice broke through their fight, and she let loose quite the sound, as if she were an animal herself. Out of the corner of his eyes now, the white stallion caught sight of her making for his shoulder now. Before the palm of the girl’s hand could even tough him, he quickly yielded away from her, taking a great leap and through an buck in her direction even though he was hardly near her now. An ugly face passed over Silver as he glowered at the girl, “Don’t lay a hand on me, human,” he snapped, annoyed that she thought that she could when only Faerydae was who he allowed to handle him.
Speaking of Silver’s human now, she took the tinniest of steps now out from the safety of the tree as she watched the girl take a swat at the white stallion who retaliated back in show. But she had also swatted the dog, so it was uncertain of what side she stood on at the moment. Although, that was not the thing that pulled her out from her hiding spot a little more. After all, Silver could take care of himself against this girl, or so Faerydae though, but now she was uncertain for the girl was having a conversation with her dog. She yelled at him, but he responded back with his backs, and she seemed to be responding back as if she were lecturing him and he was trying to get out of such a thing, “Exactly?! And what do you do?! The exact opposite of what you are told! I tell you to do one thing not do something stupid! And you do steal from another camp!? I was going hunting soon! For a buck!” Her ice blue eyes grew wide when Faerydae came to a startling conclusion that this wild looking girl could talk with beasts. But that simply was not possible, animals could not talk to humans…unless, there was magic evolved. Oh, what a mess she might have gotten herself into, they should have just allowed the dog to keep the rabbit.
During this whole belittling of the dog though, it seemed that the girl had forgotten that both Faerydae and her steed were there. Her ice blue eyes glanced around the camp area for a moment, taking in what she could see. The pair was obviousally nomadic, but at the same time, seemed far more equipped to handle the wilderness much more than the fair haired maiden ever was. Why were they this far out in the woods of Albion anyways? Were they hunters or rangers? Or something else that should instill fear into her heart at the very moment. Unlike his companion though, Silver was not afraid, and he was taking in the verbal beating very well as the dog appeared to be hanging his pride low towards the girl. A gleeful whinny that sounded much like laughter escaped the white stallion now, “My my, what an interesting relationship you two have,” he commented lightly before glancing back towards his own companion, who looked uncertain of whether she should try and claim her rabbit or flee back into the woods.
A gentle whicker escaped the white stallion as he nodded his head slightly; trying to show Faerydae that everything was alright. Her ice blue eyes rested on her companion for a moment before her gaze moved back towards the wild girl, “Who…Who are you?” she called out, uncertain of whether she would actually get an answer or not. Either way, this girl seemed very different from all of the other people Faerydae had encountered before, and if she was right, she was also the first magic user that she had even encountered as well.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 30, 2011 21:55:56 GMT -5
Hearing a faint snort, her eyes fluttered open and she turned her head slightly to see white horse legs standing before her.
Faerydae’s gaze glanced up now to see the horse’s face glancing down at her, his amber eyes filled with a questioning look, “Do we have to go now?” Silver of course, said nothing, because horses could not talk. Although, unlike most horses in Camelot, he was of the Elder breed. The stories of the horse breed said that they had been a herd of wild horses that were blessed by the gods and thus making them faster, stronger, and far more clever than others. With this, came the ability to understand human words. Of course, these were just stories, and the fair haired maiden did not know whether they were true or not, but often, she went about as if they did and spoke to Silver as he were simply a human rather than a horse. A moment past before he threw his head slightly and nodded in a direction now, stating that they must leave in his silent way.
Heaving a small sigh, she did not argue as slowly sat up now, “I just wish we did not have to run all the time,” she murmured now. Humans of course, she was fine not having any contact with, and being a wanderer, well, it honestly wasn’t so bad, but it was just the feeling of being hunted like an animal even though she really wasn’t, that was what bothered her. Even with Silver, Faerydae always felt as if she was living in fear, and it could not be helped. While she knew how to survive on her own now, it was the violence of humans that she could not seem to defend herself against for she was weak. Her warms had wrapped around her legs for a moment as she stared at the trees, acting like a cage from another world while her guardian stood protectively over her. The breeze picked up again, and it blew her white blond hair a little but she did not mess with it for it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Silver continued to stand above her now, his amber gaze resting on his companion. Something was going through her mind, but he could not figure out, but she had never been reluctant to leave before, although, he could not see why for Camelot held no value to either of them.
The breeze brought a scent across the air. Silver lifted his head slightly and breathed in for a moment before shaking his head. Somebody was coming, a horse and rider, that was for sure. A low wicker escaped him as he nudged his companion’s shoulder blade. They really had to go now. She glanced over at the horse now, curious as to what his rush was until she heard it. While faint, Faerydae could still hear the distinct sound of hoof beats. Quickly, she got up now to her feet and crouched slightly, listening carefully along with the white stallion before he moved forward now into the brush. After a moment, the young woman followed her horse now as he weaved his way around the trees at a walk as they headed towards the sound, hoping that sound of the rider’s own horse would mask out their own, especially since they were so close to the pathway. As the hoof beats got louder, she could feel her heart beat start to pound louder in her chest, and her nerves beginning to spike up now ever so slightly.
Up ahead, Silver could spot the horse and rider. Upon closer inspection, he knew that they would cause neither him nor his companion either harm, or at least, that was what the horse thought. It was a young woman, and by the why she dressed, a noble woman on a tiny mare. If it were not for the bow and the quiver of arrows that rested on her back, they might have been as harmless as rabbits. When the horse and rider stopped though, Silver haunfortunatelyly broken a branch. The cracking sound of the wood split the silence in half so strongly that Faerydae had felt her nerves shot up as she stopped dead in her fact for a moment as well as the white horse, “Hello? Who’s there?” her voice rang of confidence at the moment and the young maiden felt herself uncertain of what to do as she pressed her back up against a tree trunk, her finger tips digging into it, “Nobody of importance!” She called back now, hoping that would be the end of that.
After a moment though, it was Silver who made the bold move and continued forward but this time, made his way onto the pathway now, despite all of the brambles and twigs breaking. The white stallion peered out at the horse and rider now. His amber eyes didn’t blink and his ears twitched for a moment as he whinnied a greeting towards them, as if testing them out to see if they would dare to attack or not.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 30, 2011 18:59:22 GMT -5
Ice blue eyes moved towards the sword now as it had been presented to her. Even though it was rather simple looking, she could tell that it had been finely made and the craftsmanship that went into it. The hilt was unlike something she had seen for quite some time, and of course, swords were only as good as the lands that they came from, “You’re from Camelot,” she mused slightly in a whisper now as her hand extended and grasped hold of the blade from the hilt and carefully pulled it away from its owner now. Holding it in front of her, her eyes glanced up the metal as the moonlight reflected off it. Why would somebody with a blade like this be so far out here? After all, these were the woods of Balor, even the bravest of men have been said to turn their backs away at going too far deep into the wood were in the shadows, dangerous creatures lie that simply were not stories. She knew this, the cockatrice proved to be an example, but there were far worse things deep in the woods and she knew well, for she used to call this kingdom her home and ruled over it with her king.
“Can you help him?” a voice asked now and her gaze turned from the sword that she held towards its owner now. It was funny how such simple words could tell so much about a person, at least what they thought about their horse. Faerydae’s gaze rested on the bay horse now who lay before them, a great war horse no doubt that must have seen plenty of battles with this boy, “I plan to,” she replied now as her hand reached up to the white horse and slid the bear hide off of his back now and let it hit the floor, “Silver, get water and rope from camp.” The white horse still looked at the boy with some curiosity before he backed up now and turned to run back into the woods. The young woman watched the horse go for a moment before she lay the sword down on the ground and pushed herself up to her feet and picked up the bear hide. Moving around the blond, she slid the bear hide over the horse’s face now to block his eyes from what would happen and force him to trust them with what they were going to do. Next she walked over to the bundle of wood that she dropped and knelt down beside it.
Quickly, she unraveled the thin string from the bundle and pushed it all into a pile before pulling out the flint and the rock. One of each sat in her hand for a moment before she brought them close to the wood and rthymically hit them together before sparks started to light up. Unlike earlier, the flame came quick and slowly but surely, the branches started to catch fire and light up their small area. Ice blue eyes gazed at the dancing flames now as they grew higher. A few feet behind them, the sound of hoof beats grew and like a ghost, Silver appeared out of nowhere with things handing from his mouth. They were dropped by the horse now and after taking one last look of the fire, she was back by the horse and his boy and began to get to work. First thing first though, the saddle had to go and quickly, she undid the girth before hoping over the horse and pulled at the saddle. When it would not budge under the horses weight, she pulled harder until it finally freed and did not dare about how much time that had wasted. Tucking it over her arms, she walked over towards the white horse now with it.
Amber eyes watched her for a moment before he realized what she was about to do. A quick snort escaped Silver now as he shook his head, not liking where she was going with this, “It will only be on there for five minutes, if that,” she replied and he still looked at her begrudgily but allowed her to throw the saddle on top of him. The white stallion heaved a sigh, as if his life was about to end when she tighten the girth and she simply rolled her eyes at his action. Next came the rope. Pulling out her dagger once again, she cut a foot off of it and let it hit the ground before taking the rest of it towards the horse’s front legs. Quickly, she tied the one end around the horse’s front legs and secured them. This was mostly because horses tend to kick out and were capable of breaking their legs in the process now. Even with the legs tied up though, there was still rope left as she pulled on it, stretching out the bay horse’s legs and tied the rest to the horn of the saddle. Quickly, her hands pushed against Silver’s chest now and he backed up so the rope stretched and tighten and held the horse’s legs still.
During this time, the fire was growing bigger and hotter now and she quickly took the piece of rope that she had cut off and tied it around the horse’s back legs now. While they did not secure him from kicking out, it did make sure that both of his legs were attached to not do as much damage. By now, the fire was calling to her and she reached for the blade now and pushed the little leather sac of water with her foot towards the horse’s belly for he will be needing it soon. Holding the blade out towards the fire now, ice blue eyes watched as the flame began to lick the steel hungrily now and she watched as started to pale yellow with the heat, “I’m going to cauterize his wound and he will not enjoy it. Your friend will need your help to get him through this,” Faerydae said now, and gestured for the boy to move his steed’s neck and head now which was still under the bear skin, “Go to him.” The sword felt a little hot at the hilt now, but that hardly bothered as she brought it before her now as her eyes glanced over the hot blade before kneeling down besides the horse, her one hand running over its side before she brought the hot blade to its wound.
A squeal arose from the horse and she knew that it wanted to lash out but it could not with being bonded up and having to deal with Silver’s weight holding back his front legs. Although, after a few seconds past, she removed the blade and tossed it aside as she opened up her little water pouch and poured it onto the steaming wound. Her eyes glanced down now, and but alas, the wound had closed up, “You’ll live now,” she said thoughtfully and she rubbed the horse’s side before glancing towards the boy now. Questions and thoughts plagued her at the moment, but she for now, she needed to free the horse. Quickly, she took out her dagger now and freed the horse from its bindings before freeing Silver of that saddle. The moment that the riding equipment was off of him, the white stallion shook himself and leapt away from her and threw out a large buck, as if stating his freedom. Faerydae did nothing but roll her eyes as she glanced back towards the blond now, “You two will have to rest for a few days,” the young maiden said before adding on, “Who are you?” it was annoying to her how he looked so familiar to her and yet, she could not place it.
Notes: Awhhh. Well, I'm glad you like her and I'm still pretty certain that you had the epic post ;D And I'm sorry for having to control Arthur's horse for a little bit, but I really was not sure on how else to complete this post XD I can rewrite it though if you wish. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 29, 2011 23:05:27 GMT -5
The white horse stood still, as always, looking almost as if he were as statue and not alive. His amber gaze rested on his companion for a moment that had stopped in her skinning process. It made him curious in a way, and his ears twitched slightly as Faerydae glanced around. Of course, it could not be that he had over looked something. Turning his head now, Silver looked through the trees now, a faint scent rising up within their part of the wood, but it was hard to make out. A snort escaped him and he shook his great head, but the scent did not change. It was masked too easily by the woods as well as the dead rabbits that sat there staring at the heavens with their dead eyes. His ears perked a little now, and the white horse raised his head up a little higher, straining himself as a human would do to hear better now as there was the faintest of sounds of something gliding over the wood’s grounds. It was not loud enough to be horse and rider though, perhaps just a deer? Although, no deer would come towards the scent of blood and it had been then when a whinny escaped Silver, catching sight of something.
She had just finished with the rabbit when her companion let loose a shrill whinny. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something large come bounding towards her. Within a flash, Faerydae was up on her feet, brandishing the dagger as she turned to face whatever it was even though fear crept into her very being. Ice blue eyes came face to face with nothing but the golden eyes of a dog though, and a rather fast dog it was at that. It stopped short of her now and she watched as its jaws clamped down on one of the dead rabbits before quickly spinning on its haunches and headed towards the edge now. For the young maiden, it was almost shocking to see an animal that looked so lumbering prove to be as quick as lighting. As the dog stood on the edge now of their small little camp, Faerydae thought it looked like one of the dogs she would have seen in a royal court, but it was certainly not a purebred. But it was black as night with a faint splash of white that settled like an apron over his chest. It had been a noble looking dog in its own way until it let out defying growl and took off yet again.
Ice blue eyes moved over towards the white horse now. If he had been human, the look on his face probably would have been of shock or outrage by what had just happened. His ears were flattened against his skull as the dog ran by him and he pranced slightly and took a slight kick at the animal. Silver was not pleased by what had happen, no more in the actions of the dog but also the fact that it had so easily slipped by him and Silver had reacted too slowly. Thankfully, it had only grabbed the rabbit instead of Faerydae, but the stallion would not settle for it. Seeing this, she quickly rose to her feet now and ran towards his side before coming to a stop, “Are you going to go after him?” Although, it was a silly question to ask. One because the horse did not talk, and two, he had a look of utter rage in his amber eyes that she did not wish to trifle with. An ugly snort escaped Silver as he pawed the ground and without a second though, leaped into the woods now after the dog and leaving behind his companion. A frown rested on her lips as she glanced back at her camp for a moment before she ran into the wood after him.
Brambles pulled at Silver as he ran hard through the woods, and branches clawed at him like little hands trying to keep him from going any further. The woods seemed to almost groan in his rampage and broke down anything that stood in his path. Catching sight of the dog now, the white horse lengthened his strides considerable and he quickly gained his speed, weaving out and around any trees that stood in his way. As the dog broke into a tiny camp much like Faerydae and his own, Silver slowed down for a half a second, thinking for a moment before he barreled right into it and straight into the path of a human who seemed to be lounging about. Silver managed to pop himself right over her legs and took a defying lunge towards the dog now, his hooves missing it by a foot as the white horse lowered his head now to take a nip. Father behind, but not entirely loss, the young maiden managed to finally catch up and pause on the edge of the encampment now, hugging a tree as she lingered by it and watched the scene before it. Ice blue eyes narrowed as she caught spot of another girl now and while she looked like a warrior with her wild mane of hair and interesting leather outfit, Faerydae still called out sourly, “Your dog took my rabbit.”
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 27, 2011 22:02:48 GMT -5
When they stood before each other, silence seemed to hang in the air. Although, when Silver had dipped his head in greeting, the black horse had in return, silently answered his greeting. The horse’s ears twitched slightly as his amber eyes rested on the black horse and extended out his velvety muzzle, in taking the Arabian’s scent and bumping noses with the other stallion now. Her gaze remained on the two horses for a moment; it was very odd to see Silver be so accepting to another horse. Usually, he wanted nothing to do with other horses. Often, Faerydae thought the white stallion as a kingly horse, and she knew that he was of one of the wild horse breeds, which made her think that he became picky about other horses that he come into contact with. Although, there was nothing that seemed to bother him about this man’s horse. In his amber eyes though, she could see there was a recognition of the bravery that the Arabian had shown just as his owner had when it came to help her, and with that, had earned Silver’s respect.
Her gaze soon though, returned to the nameless man now. She could not help but to wonder if he was studying her as she was him, and what thoughts that he had of her. Perhaps though, he was simply curious as to why those men had been attacking her. Of course, Faerydae had gotten used to large groups of men trying to get at her that they all just blend her in mind now. The only difference between this group and others were the fact that the men had been on horseback, and there had been twice as many as usual, which might as well have been the death of her. By now, the young woman had spoken of her value and of the horse, it was his turn to respond, “Well then, it is a strong bond, is it not? Well then, at least you have him. It would appear to me having a bond with him is of more value than most humans I have ever seen. And what is his name?” She simply stared at the man, uncertain of whether to answer, but still, she did, “It is a very strong bond and one that is stronger than any I have ever have with a human,” safe for one, but there was no need to tell him of that, “I do not know his true name that his people have given him,” she spoke now, “But he allows me to call him Silver, and it has stayed since.”
The horse’s ears twitched at the mentioning of his name now, but did nothing more as he lazily stood listening to the conversations between the humans, “This black Arabian here is Sher-Fore. He has seen me through many dangers. I doubt whether there are many people who could put up with me as well as this one,” he said with a mild laugh. Ice blue eyes flickered towards the Sher-Fore, and as she noted before, he was certainly a powerful horse, sleek and beautiful and no doubt brought people’s envy along with it, “He’s a beautiful horse…surely he is not your only friend though.” She did not know why, but there was something about this man, perhaps how he spoke so easily with her even though she was a stranger or how he came to her aid without any hesitation, made her think that he had to at least have a one human friend, or even a lover, “As far as the other, I think, it is probably as much a question of whether you want others to care, as to whether there is anyone that does. I don’t even know your name, or what your situation is, and I still risked my life to save yours.”
Clever he was to have caught on to her underlying sadness. She was not sure how to take his words though. Ice blue eyes merely remained on him for a moment, biting her lower lip in thought. She would not solely take the blame for being the one to push people away, he had no right to call her out on that, for people pushed her away as well. After all, that was one of the reasons she was out here, other than for her own foolish actions that she could not control, “And I thank you for it,” the young maiden replied now as she broke her gaze from him, not trusting herself to speak on the other matters. As he moved his black Arabian forward now, it was then that Faerydae realized something: he had not even mentioned his name to her. While it was true, that she had hardly told him who she was either, she had, in truth, half expected him to give her his name. It was as if they were playing a game of some sorts, each waiting for the other to reveal their identity even though it was sure to never happen. As Silver moved forward to join then, Faerydae noticed how the man had slowed down Sher-Fore, and this caused the white stallion to toss his head in annoyance, clearly believing that the man and Arabian thought him too slow to catch up with them at their normal pace.
As the settled down to the pace of a walk though, something had happen that the fair haired maiden had not been expecting, her savior told her who he was, “No, but for the shortest of times I was a Knight of Camelot, Sir Lancelot Du Lac, until I was stripped of my knighthood by King Uther himself. So, after spending nearly half of my life, seeking service as a knight as my only goal, it was ironic that it was taken away with little chance to ever have the opportunity again.” His answer was rather abrupt to her, as much as her question had been. But unlike he had been with her question, she was surprised that he had bothered to answer her. Her gaze rested on him for a moment before glancing away, “Lancelot,” she murmured to herself, allowing his name to roll slowly off her tongue and leave her lips, as if she would remember it better by doing so when in reality, she just wished to say it. It was like discovering a missing piece to a puzzle, but she did not have the whole thing completed. Yet, by knowing his name only made her wish to know more.
Of course, there was something in his answer that had greatly startled her and she glanced back over at him. Her gaze was soft this time, hardly interested in dissecting him at the moment, “Uther stripped you of your knighthood?” She could not have imagined why, in many ways, she thought Lancelot the epitome of a knight. Clearly, wise beyond his years, and he knew how to survive, and he had a bit of chivalry to him and eagerly helped people whom he hardly knew, such as herself. Although, Camelot’s king is of the old rules, and there were only two things that she could possibly think of that would cause Lancelot to be stripped of his knighthood. Clearly, he was still standing here alive before her eyes, so magic was not the cause which left only one other thing, “It does not surprise me that Uther only sees nobility as flesh and bloodlines rather than what it truly is,” she commented lightly now, “It was wrong of him to take you away from Camelot.” After all, out of all the kingdoms, Uther’s Camelot always seemed to be the one under attack, and while Prince Arthur was skilled and capable of handling himself, it all should not rest on one man.
A gentle whicker escaped Silver now as he craned his head slightly to glance back at her, looking at her with those amber eyes. She could feel the horse’s eyes on her, and fully knew what he was asking of her, “I suppose you wish to know who I am,” she said quietly now, her eyes on the man for a moment. After all, Lancelot gave up his name and identity; it was only fair if she did as well. Although, Faerydae was hesitant about it, afraid of what he would think of her. The thought of lying had crossed her, but somehow, the thought of getting caught in a lie from him terrified her more than what she had just escaped, because unlike them, he was actually a good person. The fair haired maiden could not bear to look at him though and her eyes dropped to the wood’s floor now, “I am Faerydae Moriarty, exiled Queen of Balor,” her voice came out soft and quiet, barely above a whisper even though she was not even doing so. She closed her eyes for a second, as if the thought pained her, and making her feel timid before finally saying, her ice blue eyes raising back up to his dark eyes, “But that is a relic of my past, you may call me Dae.” |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 27, 2011 18:22:08 GMT -5
Beneath her, Silver inhaled slightly in the air around them, picking up on the girl’s scent. It was off odd smells that he had never had the pleasure of picking up before, for they were clearly not related to Albion. The only one that the white horse did recognize now though was the faint smell of the sea salt, meaning that she had come about from a far away land. After a moment though, without any command, he took a step forward towards the girl now, outstretching his powerful neck as if to get a closer inspection of her without having to walk right over her.
His movement startled his companion for two seconds, and she felt her legs tighten up around his sides and she soon intertwined her fingers into his knotted mane even more. But, it all seemed in vain for nothing had happened. It did not take her long to realize that Silver simply had wanted to take a closer look at the girl. Her eyes ran over the dark haired girl’s long slender legs, and she found herself certain now that if they were to stand side by side together without the aid of any horses, Faerydae would look like a simple child compared to this girl. By now though, it seemed that her words had finally interrupted this girl’s thoughts, as if she were snapping out of a trance, “I know I shouldn’t!” she called back. Her ice blue eyes widen slightly, her accent was unheard of. At least, by Faerydae it was, not even when she had been Queen of Balor had she heard such an accent. There was no doubt in her mind now that the girl was clearly a foreigner and not native to Albion.
No wonder she sits on the side of the road lounging about, perhaps she does not know any different. Even though the girl said that she should, Faerydae could not be quite certain. It was hardly safe enough for a young woman to be traveling alone with a horse, without one would surely be suicide. The fair haired maiden watched now as a weary and tired smile cracked across the other’s features now, “Alas, I was given no choice as of late. And anyway, you know, I could say the same to you!” A frown rested on her lips now, she was not accustomed to being countered like that, well, truth be told, she was hardly accustomed to humans now at all for this had been her first interaction with another in a long time. She probably thought that she didn’t belong on the roads, although, neither could that girl. Men would pick her up in a heartbeat for her exotic beauty, “I can still run,” she replied now, “And I can warn you of this now, the men who walk the roads of Albion are not kind to beautiful women.”
Now, Faerydae freed herself. Slowly, her hands and fingers unwound themselves from Silver’s mane and she threw her right leg over his neck before allowing herself to slide right off his back and side. Hitting the ground lightly, she dared to walk across the road now to inspect the girl a little more and the white horse followed her lazily to make sure that no trouble arose. While there probably was nothing to fear of a young woman, Faerydae still felt herself stopping short of five feet as she peered at the girl with her ice blue gaze, “Where is your party?” she inquired now. After all, it was very strange indeed for a girl to be on their own. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 25, 2011 21:40:37 GMT -5
They were safe.
For the time being that is, at least. A mild wave of relief washed over the maiden now, and she closed her eyes for a moment, silently giving her thanks before she opened her eyes again. Her ice blue gaze glanced over towards the dark horse and his rider now as they came forth towards both her and Silver. As always, the white horse showed now fear at the approaching pair and merely stood taller and prouder, with his head raised up to make him appear higher now even though he already stood above the average horse by a few inches. Faerydae’s gaze never left the archer though, for as he moved towards her now, she saw that her quick glance over him before earlier had not down her any justice. He was certainly a handsome man, no doubt one that women in local villages and taverns often swooned over and dreamed off. But his eyes, they were full of such emotions, raw from the scars of life perhaps as well as the joys that his life had brought. It was hard to place such emotions, but something was there.
‘He must be a ranger,’ she thought to herself as they drew closer. When they were no more than feet from them, the white horse dipped his head in greeting towards the rider, but as well as towards the horse in means of a thank you. Although, she sat still and quiet, her eyes never leaving this man though and waited for him to speak, “Milady, are you all right? Is you wound a bad one or merely a scratch?” Quickly, Faerydae glanced down towards her arm now for a moment, her hand painted red with blood now as it remained pressed up against her bicep. In all the excitement as well as being distracted by both horse and rider, she had completely forgotten about it. Even though the blood was smeared, and brought out quite a startling contrast to her skin, it did not look as if it would hardly hinder her at all. She glanced back up towards him now though as he talked, “It would be well if it were only a scratch since I would recommend that we immediately head for the deep woods, and find a stream to hide our tracks and scent for awhile before taking a change in direction and path. It is important that we lose these men as quickly and effectively as we can. I surprised and shamed them once. Without their leader their spirit may be broken, but I don’t want to take a chance that they will try to avenge him.”
There was a pause in his conversation, and she did nothing of the matter as they looked over each other, as well as the white horse did the same. They studied each other as painters would their models, or librarians would a scroll, taking in everything they could get on the surface without having to crack it open to explore, “You must be of great value, to have a horse that is so interested in your saving,” he commented now, nodding his head slightly. Her eyes widen slightly at his words, but Faerydae managed to find her tongue, “We have a bond, that is all. I am of no importance to anybody else besides him,” she replied quietly now. How sad those words seemed to sound to her out loud, the prospect never really bothered her though. The maiden had always felt very certain of herself that she did not need the company of people, and was often fine with just Silver. Besides, she saw no need to fall back to those who had so quickly turned their backs on her, even if she had done something wrong, she had been of their blood and bone.
Although, it was not long before her savior cut off her thoughts of the past, “At any rate, your life was purchased at the price of many men’s lives. Although their worth could be questioned, I think. Just because I have saved you, though, think not that you owe me anything. I did what I did because I felt it to be right, and would do so again, so I look for no reward. We must leave this place now, though. If you wish it, you may follow me, or you may go your own way. The decision is yours,” with that, he nudged his black Arabian forward now and they started to go deeper into the woods. Ice blue and amber gazes watched them leave. His words were touching, and yet, they were simply not the words that a ranger could offer. Rangers were often gruff with their words and did not use them so beautifully, no, there was a certain type of showmanship that came with that. Although, Faerydae knew well enough he was not from Balor, for she would have recognized him easily from her and Janus’s court. But he simply had to be a knight, perhaps from Camelot’s territories for his accent was quite distinguishable.
A snort escaped Silver now as he tossed his head, and stamped the ground, tired of her thoughts that she did not include him on, but she did not dare touch him with her bloody hand and her other still was firmly intertwined in his knotted mane, “Do you think we should go with him?” Faerydae asked of the white horse now. It was an uncertainty that hung in the air for her, the woods were not safe and she knew well enough from her rule as queen of Balor that the deeper you went, the far more dangerous it go. For all that man knew, he could very well be walking into the trap of any number of beasts. Although, going back onto the roads and the pathways were certainly not an option for her right now, for the men might be waiting for her. Not to mention, as the rider had said, they might just be regrouping and coming back for them once they had recovered their bearings. And there was also the fact that it had been quite some time since she had traveled with a human, and her interaction with people had been sacred because of the mistrust that always lingered in the back of her mind, forever set there because of Cyelena. Although, her thoughts did not dwell on this for much longer for Silver let out a sound.
She shifted slightly on his back as much as she could so that she could glance down at the white horse now, whose amber eyes remained on her now. He tossed his head slightly, and took a step forward and in the direction of the dark horse in his rider. Silver had made up in his mind for what they were to do. Faerydae’s gaze went back to man’s back now as he and his horse slowly grew smaller now, “I trust your judgment, Silver,” she murmured. Although, there were still many things that she wished to know about this mysterious man, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or Silver though was beyond her. Without another thought now, the white horse moved forward. His gait was smooth and gentle, and it almost felt as if he were gliding over the woods surface now as he lengthens the stride to close the distance between him and the dark horse now. It was but a few moments though before he and his companion glided up right besides the man and his horse now, and Faerydae yielded the white horse to give room between the two of them now, staying at a safe and cautious distance of three feet, “Are you a knight?” she asked rather abruptly now. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 23, 2011 16:54:49 GMT -5
Perhaps, she was oblivious to the men, for they did not interest her. She was at that point in life now, she realized, that after everything, she thought she found more love in a horse than she ever would a man. Maybe, that was how it would be until the day that she died. Her hand ran over the white horse’s large face, playing with his forelock at first before it traveled down the bridge and already, she saw Silver relaxing, his eyes fluttering close in content as he let loose a low wicker. Touching his muzzle, a smile came to Faerydae’s face. It was always so soft and tender, and nice to her fingertips where they met. Thoughts of crushed velvet came to her mind, but it was far smoother and more pleasing to the skin and a part of a wild animal that one should feel honored if they allowed you so near to touch. She leaned into the white horse a little, resting her forehead up against his and their eyes met. His warm amber eyes with her ice blue ones, and a smile came to her face. There were times when she thought that she could hear her thoughts.
Of course, Faerydae was not a silly girl, for she knew what her horse was. There had been many of times when she heard people whisper of Silver as they walked into villages, and even stories that she heard of as a little girl had made sense. Her horse was of the Elder breed, she was most certain of it, and a lot of other people were as well. White horses were often a rarity in Camelot, which was mostly over run with grays and browns, so he often proved to be the envy of people. After all, why should a nomad have such a beautiful horse? Many people thought it wasted that he traveled with her and not sit in a royal barn where he would never be happy and often times, she thought that ironic for people seemed to never realize who she was. Although, perhaps living on one’s own and having nothing but a horse for company might do something for you, “If you were a Horse Lord, I would be in your herd,” she murmured slightly, running her hand over his face between the eye and the muzzle now and Silver simply stared at her.
After a moment though, he dipped his head ever so slightly and pulled his head free of her grasp in a gentle manner but he did not do anything, waiting to see if she would say anything, as if waiting for her to say way. Her blue eyes remained on the white horse for a moment, but a smile rested on her lips. She wished she knew the tongue of horses, it would be so much easier to understand his actions sometimes, “For you are a brave and noble horse.” That did it for him, a gleeful whinny escaped Silver as he tossed his head slightly before brushing his muzzle against the top of her fair hair before pressing it up against her cheek in a kiss. Laughter escaped Faerydae as she allowed her lips to brush up against the velvety skin of his muzzle and he blew hot air back at her, showing her respect and love as always. Silver took another step, attempting to play now and nudged under her arms as if to get a hug, and while she would normally comply, she found herself distracted now for she had finally noticed the men, but even more than that, one was approaching them.
Her ice blue gaze simply watched the approaching man for a moment before her gaze looked past him and at the others. There were several of them now, perhaps a hunting party for something. On one of the pack mules, she could just make out a royal seal, but of whose, she could not be sure of. There were many distant lands beyond Albion that other kingdoms have only just now started reaching out to because of their fine resources. Her eyes remain on the men though as their gazes were in their general direction, but not at her, but at her horse. There was one other man who seemed to be watching the approaching one in anticipation now, as if waiting for something to happen or fearing that she might do something to his friend. This man was unlike the others to her as well, perhaps a trusted friend of the man in the heavy suit of armor, or a loyal knight to his king, “Are we in danger,” she asked in a hushed whisper to the white horse besides her. Silver did not shy away in fear, for he recognized the man, the one who flicked his reins.
A snort escaped the stallion now and he shook his head ever so slightly, tossing his wild mane so that it set oddly upon his neck and giving him a more unruly look now. Faerydae’s eyes never once did leave the man for she studied him. The way he walked with pride and confidence, there might as well not be a weak bone in his body. His features were rather broad, but well built and structured along with dirty blond hair, and sharp hawk-like eyes. His armor was heavy, and perhaps the heaviest that she had ever seen and that came from her knowledge of the armor she had seen in Camelot and Balor. Either way, she could imagine that a fair deal of women in his kingdom probably swooned over him. She took a step back now, uncertain of what he could possibly want where as Silver took a step forward to inspect closer. His ears were neutral, occasionally twitching as his amber eyes stared at the man now, his tail swished in occasion, as if waiting in challenge and waiting for a standoff to happen, even though that was far from the case.
Although, what happened next was something that neither she nor the horse had been expecting, “This is quite a well-built horse! Do you think it could carry my weight?”
Faerydae just stared back at him, as well did Silver before the pair glanced at each other now, as if silently talking to each other. It was clear to her that he was clearly from a different territory by his accent alone, but that was not what had startled her, but underlining premise that his question sported it. And, after that, he topped it off with a smile, and it only made her wish to punch him in the face. It was one thing to inquire that her companion was for sale, but it was another entirely different thing to be under the assumption that she would sell Silver. In her mind though, he was not even hers to sell, for she did not use a bridle nor a saddle with him, the white horse was as free as he was now as he was when he first ran into in the woods. He was free to come and go as he pleased, but he chose to stay. After the first initial shock of what had just happen, it was Silver who had broken the silence that had plagued them for a few seconds.
He tossed his head and let out a gleeful whinny, as if laughing at such a question. The fair haired maiden just glanced at the stallion now, the hint of a smile resting on her features at Silver’s actions before she glanced back at the armored man now, “He can certainly bear your weight, but I would not count you being on him for too long, he does not like to be slowed down.” Honestly, she was not sure as to why this man thought that he could ride the white horse; Silver clearly did not use any tack that he could see of. Faerydae’s eyes glanced past the man though and to the horses at the trough, a large Percheron mare stood there. There was no doubt in her mind that the mare belonged to this gentleman here, for the horse wore two layers of chainmail plus an extra padding of leather. If she was a horse, she certainly would not enjoy that and Silver would put up a fuss, “You already have a horse,” Faerydae glanced back towards the man now, “And surely, you would not want a stallion from the wild to be near your mare, my lord.”
In other words, Silver was not for sale and she hoped that this man would not be stubborn enough to clash heads with her.
Notes: Bwahahaha. Well, after seeing your post, I think it is I who will be needding to keep up with you. Never fear though, challenge is accepted =D And you did a lovely job with Silver, and played wrote him perfectly. Haha, I bet that code was fun...funning is always exciting.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 21, 2011 23:16:31 GMT -5
The time of her horse being gone seemed to be ages. She tried as hard as she could to struggle against the man dragging her forward towards the others on horseback but it almost seemed impossible. Faerydae just did not have the strength to do so, “Let go of me, you troll!” the young woman yelled now. When she yanked back her arms, it barely did anything to phase the man and he simply tugged harder, “She’s quite the little fighter, boss,” the man said in a grin now, clearly mocking her as she found herself in the shadows of the horses. It was a dangerous place to be now, that much she knew with the five hungry man staring down upon her. If only Talberon was still alive, even Janus would not have settled for this, although, that was in the past, the king of Balor could care less about her now, if he even knew she was alive, “Then teach her a lesson, mate,” came the commander now. An ugly smile played across the man’s face now as he pulled her up against his body, his hands trying to grope her now. There was no way she was putting up with that though, and she quickly spat right in his face, a look of fight in her eyes as he glared at her.
What happened next, the young maiden barely had any chance to react to it. He let go of her for a split second as a hand came right across her face. The brute force alone and knocked her off her feet and onto the wood’s floor. Honestly, it was shocking that he hadn’t broken her neck. It took Faerydae a moment to recover, for her head was spinning and already, she could hear the men taunting her again and egging their friend on. She glanced up now as he took a step towards her now, fear coming alive in her ice blue eyes as she attempted to scramble back, her back colliding with a horse’s leg that wouldn’t move. The man took a lunge for her now, and Faerydae felt her scream, “Get off of me!” She kicked out as he grabbed at her legs, her foot slamming with his face as she managed to push herself against the horse yet again, all of the commotion startling it a bit and it backed up now, trying to avoid contact again with her body. Just as the man took a lunge for her, and Faerydae felt a scream start to lift in her throat as the men laughed at what would happen to her, something sliced through the air and hit square centered her attacker’s back.
“Is it Balor’s knights?” one asked in panic now as the lead snarled, “God no, Janus wouldn’t send any help for his unfaithful queen.” But they barely had any time to discuss any more as arrows flew out of the woods now, hitting some of their marks and then men were falling fast and their bay horses screaming in terror, and attempting to flee, some dumping their riders in the process. Faerydae saw this as her chance to escape and she quickly scrambled to her feet now to head towards where the arrows were coming from just as an hand came out of nowhere, grabbing hold of her arm, “You’re paying for this, you wentch!” The man bellowed at him, but that was all that could be said as twigs and brambles in the brush started to break again. Her ice blue eyes glanced over just in time to see the white horse leap from the brush now, his ears pinned back against his skull as he headed towards the man now. Neither the man nor Faerydae had any time to reach, and all what she could remotely do was tear his arm out of his grasp as Silver’s front hooves cut through the air. There was a defeatning crack of hoof against skull, and the world almost seemed to go still for the young maiden as she watched her other attacker go down now onto the woodland floor.
A whinny escaped the white horse now, which snapped her out of her trance as she leaped forward towards the white horse, her hands griping at his weight mane as she pulled herself up now without the aid of a saddle to help her like always. Silver turned his head and nudged under her shin and shoved her onto his back. The moment the white horse felt her sitting on top of him, he shot forward. The earth groaning beneath him as he kicked up dirt and grass and shot into the brush now, leaving behind the scatterbrain assailants who were trying it get their bearings together and figure out whether to flee and forget about their wounded comrades or to go after the aide of the young maiden. One brave soul shot an arrow towards the fleeing pair before he turned to leave and join the others. Faerydae heard it flying through the air and it nicked the side of bicep, grazing the skin and drawing blood as it flew past her and slammed into a tree. Her arm stinged a little and she could feel blood start to run down it, but she thought it nothing then what it could have been.
She lowered herself farther along the horse’s back now, almost as if she were becoming one with him as he collected his moments to maneuver around the trees and went flying past the horse and rider now. Her ice blue eyes glanced to see him, and while it had been a brief moment, it had been enough. He had dark skin, as if it had been blessed by the sun for he had been in the outdoors a lot with dark brown hair, that it might had looked black in certain lights. Although, perhaps what brought her attention the most was his eyes. Dark, and full with intensity, but whether it was merely life or that he had seen many things in her life, it was hard to decide. Of course, this was going upon the three seconds that she had gotten to seen him. And his horse, an Arabian, a noble breed for certain, powerful and light weight and alert at anything. Although, everything had been a flash, but come about ten feet from the horse and rider now, Silver planted his hooves in the ground and stopped, swinging himself slightly so he could look back at the two that he had found on the road.
His ears twitched as his amber eyes watched them now, waiting for them and listening for the men, but he heard none of it now. The rider must have taken most of them out, and what little had been spared had fled. A snort of great achievement escaped the white horse now as he tossed his head and pawed the ground, “Thank you, Silver,” Faerydae murmured now as her left hand slid up her right arm and clamped over her battle scar, which she did not dare look at the moment. Her attention instead, like Silver, was on the horse and rider. While she had never been one to trust others ever since her exile, the young maiden felt as if she must wait and at least thank him. If it had not been for him, she might have been dead now. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 16, 2011 20:04:16 GMT -5
A faint whinny could be heard from the wood, signaling to her that the white horse was coming back from his exploration. Her ice blue eyes looked back towards the furs now, stretched out on make shift bindings that allowed the under skin of the fur to soak up the sun. Her hand reached out now, her fingertips brushing up against the smooth and soft leather now before her other hand felt the fur. They were ready. She took out her small blade and began to cut them free, the end totaling in six rabbit furs, “That should certainly be enough,” she commented to herself out loud, a habit that she had picked up ever since being in exile. One would think that being in exile and a wander would mean that the person would be awfully lonely, but not Faerydae Moriarty. After the deaths of those most cherished to her hearts, the wild horse that made its way into her heart had replaced the two that had perished at the stake.
One by one, she draped the furs over her arm. They were mixtures of colors and textures, of browns, grays, and tans. They were soft to the touch now and she was certain that the bar keeper’s wife would certainly want at least three, as she always did. Faerydae never questioned as to what the fur was used for, but considering how quickly the woman went through them, she found herself quite certain that she did not want to know. After she gathered up the furs, the young maiden quickly kicked dirt up and watched it hit the last of the dying flames of her fire and it quickly distinguished and quickly made sure that there was nothing left of the flame. It had been then when the white horse broke through the trees and came out to join her now, dipping his head in a hello. A smile graced her lips as she stared at Silver now, he looked ready to go already and yet, he had just gotten here. Although, the horse had always been that way, it was amazing how he put up with her.
Although, she was certain Silver and her shared a special bond. He came upon her on the day where she had fallen in the mud, caked in dirt and sweat and ready to end her life. While he could have just continued on his way or simply hidden, the wild horse had done something unnerving and approached her and nudged her hand, almost forcing her to move the blade away from her throat before walking away. It was not until he turned his head back and stared at her did she believe that he was telling her to not end her life, despite what others said. From there, she followed him and he accepted her, and they had been together ever since. Four years of creating a bond like no other: he protected her, allowed her to sleep with him for warmth, and allowed her to feel as if she had wings. There were times when Faerydae found herself looking into those dark brown eyes of his, and she felt certain that the horse would die for her, and she for him.
Silver tossed his head, throwing his knotted mane about. It was time to leave and go head towards the tavern and inn. Grabbing her back, she swung it over her shoulder and gathered up the rabbit furs in her arm as she walked out of the woods now and headed down the curving path, and the white horse trotted after her, dropping down to a walk to stay by her side and to not leave her side. The walk would not take long, but merely a mile or so, for they had planned everything out. The only dread that came from this was that they might run into people along the roads, but alas, everything seemed rather empty, which was quite odd for they were traveling the roads of Camelot, while not heading towards the main city, but to stay long the outskirts of the smaller villages. Perhaps Uther’s iron fist got the best of everybody, but even she knew better than to make such underestimate a kingdom’s people, after all, she did her own. With her thoughts elsewhere, the walk for her and Silver seemed to pass by quickly, and it was not until a snort escaped the white horse did she realize where they were.
There sat the tavern and inn, and it appeared to be crowed as always. There were many of horses tied up, and some of them were quite noble looking and fine destriers. Although, this did not come to a shock to her, for they were simply a trademark of any knight or king, and they were easy to come by in the kingdom of Camelot these days either because of treaties or they were in their own quests. She walked to the front of the door now, and like always, Silver took a step onto the stairs, the wood creaking beneth him, “You cannot come inside,” Faerydae told the white stallion now, who simply snorted in defeat and backed up, standing away from the tied up horses, but his eyes rested on the door as his companion walked in now. The taven was full of the usual smells: beer, ale, men, and dogs alike. It always seemed to be the same fair with girls there to serve them. No sooner than her enterance, the owner’s wife called out, “Oh Dae, there you are! I see you have brought rabbit furs again.”
A smile sat on her lips as she maneuvered her way around men to come over towards the counter and displayed the furs, “Are any to your liking?” she asked her now. With greedy hands, the owner’s wife inspected each skin and sure enough, there were four to her likings for trading and Faerydae took all that she could get and began to bargain. In the end, she ended up with enough provisions to last her a while and Faerydae was honestly thankful for it. Trading was always better than selling, she often thought she got more out of it, and in these times, real money was hard for people to part with, especially with taxes around and she was quite understanding of that. Perhaps that was the main reason why the trades of her rabbit furs had become so popular, for she needed things that people could do away with. As she turned to leave, the owner’s wife called out, “Oh, Dae dearie, is Silver out there with you?” She simply nodded her head and the other woman reached under the counter and tossed her an apple, “Give that to him for me.”
Faerydae simply laughed, “You are too kind to him,” she replied and ventured back outside now where Silver waited. Upon seeing her come out of the door, his ears perked up and quickly, the white stallion trotted over, his neck arching as he stopped to greet her now, “Look what I have for you,” she mumbled softly to the white horse and held out the apple. His head moved forward, his muzzle brushing up against the ripe fruit before his teeth bit into the skin and tore the apple right in half to eat now. It did not take him long to finish the apple, and when Silver did, he nosed her hand, looking for more. Laughter escaped Faerydae and she simply rolled her eyes and then held the horse’s face in her hands, bringing his eyes to her sight level, “You are such a greedy horse, you know that?” She asked with smile, and his only reply was blowing hot air in her face.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 15, 2011 21:45:47 GMT -5
Silver certain did. He would take no bridle or big, he’d kick out at the thought of a saddle. He guided himself without any of her help whenever she was on him, and to stay on, she needed to have strong legs and have a steady grasp of his knotted mane. It was a blessing to be allowed to sit upon the great horse’s back for he had been of wild descent, and by his looks, had sought no human interaction before her. He stumbled upon her in the woods, saved her life when everybody else would have taken it, for she was Faerydae Moriarty, exiled Queen of Balor. This horse besides her provided her that missing piece to her broken heart, and while the animal could not fully replace her lover, her son, he was very close to it. She was not one for human companions any more, with all the betrayals and violence that the human race had shown her, Faerydae chose to keep herself away, only venturing towards humans when she needed to trade. Wild horses were her people now.
The road was a windy pathway. It twisted and turned like a snake slithering through the woods. She was not sure why they were still on the roads; they were never a safe place, especially for a single woman and her horse. Ice blue eyes glanced towards the horse for a moment as he walked, his eyes alert and his ears twitching about as a great snort escaped him. A smile crossed her features as she allowed her hand to graze over his shoulder blade, his fur soft to the touch. The moment that the horse felt her touch, he stopped in his walk and swung his head so his muzzle stayed close to her cheek and he blew hot air towards her before nuzzling her neck. Faerydae felt herself smile as she wrapped her arms around his head for a moment, leaning against it and closing her eyes to feel the comfort of his touch before she blew hot air back. Silver merely snorted now before he started to walk again and she soon followed suit as well.
Her eyes gazed towards the sky, it was cloudless and pure blue, with only the sun to beat down on them and light the way until it switched its place with its sister, the moon. The later it got though, the more they would be in trouble to find camp, “Perhaps we should stop soon,” she mused to herself out loud, knowing that the white horse would be listening to her, but he barely made a sound. Something else seemed to have caught his attention now and Silver came to a stop, staring off at something on the side of the road. Ice blue eyes followed his dark amber gaze as it moved across the road and saw what Silver was staring at: a woman. She was young, like herself, but Faerydae was certain that she was still older than this girl. Although, that wasn’t the most noticeable thing about this girl, it was actually the color of her skin. It was certainly nothing that she had seen in all of Albion before, this girl was clearly foreign. A gentle breeze picked up now, blowing her white blond hair and she simply brushed it aside as she thought about her situation for a moment before calling out, “You should not be on the road by yourself!”
Although, she and Silver did not move towards the girl. They kept their distance and stood still as statues, watching her and waiting for the girl’s move. |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 14, 2011 22:49:18 GMT -5
Although, the young maiden supposed that it probably could have been the best outcome that happened in her life. Exile was never fun, people always stared and tried to take advantage of her, or even hurt her because of the ‘reputation’ that she supposedly had spread by lies, no doubt by the people who had watched her lover and child burn up in flames. Although, now was not the time to dwell on the past, it was never time to dwell on the past for Faerydae Moriarty. That life was gone and all but forgotten and she avoided ghosts of the past easily nowadays and discovered that she took her pleasure in picking companions that did not talk like humans did. Her eyes glanced over towards the large white horse that stood under the protection of a large tree, inspecting it for them. That horse was her savior, and if anything, had saved her broken life and heart.
For her, socializing was only with the horse now, and with pheasants in taverns to do trading with. She did not need to socialize with other people, not while she had her horse. It’s not to say that she lost all her faith in men, because that would be a little extreme, but Faerydae found herself bitter around them and categorized them all the same as if they had been part of Balor, even though that was not the case. Trusting in somebody other than an animal was just hard nowadays, “What do you think?” she called out to the white horse now. He turned his head and glanced back at her with amber eyes and finally just dipped his head in a nod, arching his powerful neck. A smile appeared on the maiden’s lips now, after looking, it seemed that they had finally found the spot, and thank goodness, because she was getting awfully tired of carrying around the three dead rabbits that she had.
Moving forward now, she jumped over tree roots to get to her horse now and saw why he had chosen it. It was well out of site from civilization, but also because of the circular tree protection with the flat ground. Their roots must have grown deep underground rather than in waves like most of the other trees. Sliding her pack off her shoulder now, she allowed it to hit the ground before she settled the rabbits down next to it and quickly collected twigs and fallen branches for fire for later that night, but she never did leave the camp ground now, only moving a few feet outwards before retracting back in. After what seemed like forever, Faerydae was certain that she had enough for the day and night. Quickly, taking a piece of flint and a rock, she quickly set up a bundle of wood before setting it alite with fire and watched the smoke begin to rise.
As soon as that was done, she grabbed one of the rabbits and herself up at the base of the tree as she pulled out her dagger now. Her ice blue eyes stared at the dead animal for a moment before turning it to its back and she slid the cool steel down its stomach. The blade made cuts down the stomach, but also across the chest and the lower legs before she started to peel away at the fur. Ripping the fur and skin from the body always made an odd sound, almost like cloth tearing to her ears. A few feet away stood the white horse now; Silver, as he had been affectingly dubbed by Faerydae. His amber eyes watched the young maiden for a moment before he turned his head away, the scent of the dead rabbit being ripped of its fur hitting his nostrils. Silver’s ears twitched at the silence in the woods and he stared out, as if waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 13, 2011 21:58:37 GMT -5
Congrats to everybody! =D I had no idea this was going on, so I'll be certain to vote nex time around.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 13, 2011 21:10:27 GMT -5
Apparently, it does, slowly but surely, it heals and everything becomes better again.
She could not help but to smile at the thought now as she walked along the pathway still. As she walked, she handled a smooth stone to ease her boredom. Her eyes lingered to the back of the white horse now. He walked like a noble, if he were human; he might have been stuck up like a lot of the nobles around Albion. Although she did not know a lot of her horse, where he came from or whether he had been owned prior to this, she knew one thing and that was that he saved her life. In some ways, she still did not fully understand what made her wish to follow the white stallion four years ago when she was alone in the wood, but forever on, Faerydae Moritary would always be grateful for his passing through the woods at the right time. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye now and the young woman glanced towards the woods now. A frown rested on her lips, and she had been too preoccupied with her thoughts of what could be in there that she had practically run into Silver now who had stopped dead in his tracks.
Leaning slightly over, her gaze moved pass her horse to ahead of him, and she saw why the white horse had stopped. There were at least three dark horses and riders blocking the pathway now and they were staring at the white horse and his human now. There were more snorts and as she glanced over her shoulder now, Faerydae caught sight of three more riders coming up behind them, the men laughing. Her ice blue eyes simply stared at them for a moment, she saw no markings of knighthood, nor were they dressed in attire to be of noble birth, these men were simply common folk, and she and Silver, had blindly walked into a trap without even realizing it. As the men laughed at them, she watched as her horse’s ears flatten against his skull, already, sensing the danger that may come from this and Faerydae found her gaze wondering about the woods now, looking for an escape route. One of the men came forward now, a sly grin on his face, “Faerydae Moritary, from all the stories I hear of your betrayal to your kingdom, I would think you would be lonely traveling by yourself and longing for men.”
Anger flashed across her ice blue eyes, making them cold, “My lover is my horse,” she replied hotly, “I do not need the company of men any longer.” Laughter escaped the men even more and both she and Silver could feel them start to close in now, “Well, well. While we can be as brutal as horses, let us show you who we men please woman.” She glared at the approaching crowd now, and Silver snorted and tossed his head, making ugly faces at man and horse alike and the horses faltered for a moment before moving forward at their master’s wills, “You’ll have to catch me first,” she hissed and with one swift motion, she threw the rock. While not a noble throw, it got its point across and struck the lead man’s horse now. The stinging motion startled the horse, causing it to rear and spook the others and it was in the heat of this motion that Faerydae scrambled onto her white horse now and the moment the animal felt her seated, he rushed forward through the wall of horses and quickly turned into the woods and only a few short seconds after did the men and their horses follow now.
The woods were always Silver’s territory, it did not matter which woods they were in Albion so long as he headed towards the center of them. Usually men were too smart to brave that deep into the woods, but it seemed that was not the case for these men who enjoyed the chase, such as how a pack of wolves loved chasing down a doe. Faerydae glanced over her shoulder now as her hands gripped onto the white horse’s mane just as something went whistling by her face and she saw an arrow planted into a tree. They were shooting at them, “Run, Silver, you must run,” she encouraged the horse now who simply let out a loud snort and collected his gait now as he maneuvered himself around the trees and causing some of the other horses to trip up a little. The horses slowed down now and Silver was certain that they were save as he hurtled himself over a log, but what came next took by surprise.
It happen so fast, that the horse and his girl had hardly known what happened. There was a swoosh through the air before something hit Silver’s legs. Two balls connected by a heavy rope that had been thrown with such force hit the white horse’s hind legs in mid air. As the rope initially hit his right hind leg, the length of the rope as the metal balls swung caused the ratio to encompass his left leg as well and brought them together and tripped him up. Before he knew it, the white horse felt himself crash to the ground, throwing Faerydae in the process. She flew at least three feet before breaking her fall and sliding some, the forest ground tearing at her skin. The white horse himself trashed now, panic sweaping over the noble animal as he tried to kick his legs free but the weight only seemed to make the rope slid tighter over his legs now. After a moment, the young woman quickly scrambled to her feet and she rushed over to the horse now before dropping to her knees, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”
Pulling out a dagger now, she placed it under the rope and pulled upwards with the blade but down on the rope with her hands, staring to cause the rope to break. As it snapped, Silver quickly got up to his feet now and glanced back at her. The echoes of laughter could be heard now, and she knew that they were coming and were soon to be on them. Ice blue eyes glanced back at her companion now, “You must go without me, go find help,” she said as she got up to her feet. An odd sound escaped the horse and he shook his head, not wanting to leave her, “You’ll be faster without me, now go!” She yelled at him, and rushed at him, “Go!” She said as she smacked him on his hind quarters and Silver quickly bolted into the woods now, leaving her behind. Faerydae watched him flee but it was the men’s taunts that broke her back to reality, “Here pretty lady! Don’t you want to come out and play?! I'm sure an exiled Queen has a lot of time on her hands!”
She simply scowled at their words and picked up another rock and threw it as hard as she could towards the opposite ends of the woods. As it swooshed and hit some brambles, she could hear one of the men call out, “I heard something, of this way,” and quickly, Faerydae ran off in the opposite direction, stumbling through the tree’s uplifting roots as she saw a large tree ahead of her and rushed around to the other side of it. Pressing her back up against it, her finger nails were digging into the tree while her free had gripped tightly to the dagger she had, and tried to slow down her breath, “Please Silver…hurry,” She murmured. If there hadn’t been horses, everything would have been so much simply for the white horse for he could have defended them. Only now, Faerydae knew that she would have to count on his speed and hope that he could find somebody for they found her, “Why hello there,” came a voice that startled her and hands grabbed hold of her, “Hey boss, I found her!” A scream escaped Faerydae as she swung the blade at him but he simply grabbed hold of her other hand and pulled her off her feet and dragged her towards the others now as she struggled to break free.
Farther away from the scene now was the white horse as he raced towards the pathways now, hoping that he would find somebody along them. A wild whinny escaped him as he tossed his head, calling out to the woods and he quickly approached the pathways now and leaped out of the woods and stumbled right into somebody’s path. Startled the white horse reared and pawed the air before coming down, the earth seeming to groan at the horse’s weight as he tossed his head and back up towards the forest now, his amber eyes lingering on the stranger, hoping he would follow.
Setting: Season 2
Time of Day: Dusk
Tags: Lancelot Du Lac
Music: Towers of the Void - Red Riding Hood Soundtrack
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 13, 2011 19:58:41 GMT -5
An ugly scent caught wind of his nostrils now and the white horse quickly slid to a stop now, his ears twitching as he lifted his proud head high and looked around. There was the snapping of twigs, but he was not quite certain as to what was coming. Letting loose a snort, he stomped the ground and flatten his ears against his skull now, waiting for something to charge him as the scent got stronger and whatever it was, was growing closer to the white horse. But, that was not all that was coming. Something else was, and while the scents were all beginning to mix in the air, Silver knew it was a fellow horse with a rider. The white horse moved a little, trotting forward but still using the trees as cover as through the brush, he spotted the slightest of clearings within the woods. His dark eyes rested on the clearing now as another horse came through now with its golden hair rider and then everything happened in a flash.
The stench of the animal hit Silver so hard that a snort escaped him and he backed up, tossing his head in disgust and sending his knotted mane flying everywhere and covering up his dark eyes. A cockatrice was here, such a vile creature. It was not long though before he watched the scene take place and watched as the horse went down due to a wound to the leg as well as what Silver suspected to exhaustion before the beast took another snap at it. It outraged the white horse, and just when he was about to come out of his hiding place as the creature lunged at the horse’s rider now, it was dead. His ears twitched as he craned his neck forward now, still staring at the dead cockatrice on the woodland floor before daring to take a step forward out of the trees and venture over towards the pair. The white horse stopped and took one glance at the dark horse now before letting out a low whicker and toughed his muzzle to the other’s neck, as if reassuring it. Silver turned his head now and stared at the golden hair rider, and for a moment, there was a recognition in his eyes before he quickly left and rushed back into the woods.
During all of this excitement, the young maiden had been sitting on the forest ground, trying to start a fire with stone and flint. Unfortunately, she had not been having much luck at the moment, “I have done this a thousand times, why am I having trouble now?” She mused to herself, although, it could very well be the reason because of where her and her horse currently were residing. Never had this day occur in her mind that Faerydae Moriarty thought that she would be returning to Balor, homeland of her childhood and the end of her life, figuratively of course. Her ice blue eyes stared at the woods for a moment; it was in these woods that she had met the white horse that accompanies her now. Although, even here, the young maiden already heard her screams echoing amongst the trees, and Janus’s exiled words spoken to her: ‘Do yourself a favor and use that dagger to slit your throat before my knights ever find you.’
She scowled at the thought of those words and pushed the flint against the rock a little too hard. Because of the tiny force, the flint skidded right off the top of the rock and hit the top of her exposed palm just under the thumb. The sharp sting caused her to cry out in shock and pain as Faerydae dropped the flint and stone onto the ground now, and they landed with a soft cushioned blow. Her eyes quickly glanced down at the palm of her hand though, and saw crimson liquid start to bubble up a little, and it stood out against her tanned skin. Bringing her hand to his lips, she kissed it a little and sucked away the small droplets of blood, hoping that would make the bleeding stop. It was then when the young woman heard a strangled cry break across the woods, breaking the silence and the imaginary voices that haunted her mind. Ice blue eyes darted around for a moment, and it had been then when she realized that the white horse was not there.
The cry had been that of a horse’s, and worry shot up in her. Although, she was familiar with her companion’s whinny and it had not been him. Although, something must be nearby within the deeps of the woods to startle a horse that badly, “Silver!” She cried out, glancing around the trees. No sooner than she had called his name, a flash of white appeared through the darkness. To her left, Faerydae caught sight of her guardian hopping over a fallen tree and right into their area, whinnying loudly and tossing his head before coming to a halt before her. She glanced up at the great horse now, even with his eyes covered, it was easy to see that he wanted something, “What is it?” She asked now and her horse turned quickly, tossing his head towards the direction in which he came and stomped his hoof against the ground. She stared pass him now and into the woods, that had been where that horse’s whinny had come from.
Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and grabbed up the bundle of wood as well as the snatching up the rock and flint that she had dropped to the ground. With her free hand, she uprooted a bear hide from her things and threw it onto Silver’s back now as he lowered his front to legs in a bow. Even though she was in a skirt, Faerydae had no problem throwing her leg over the side of the white horse and intertwined her free hand into the knotted tendrils of his mane, “Guide me, my friend.” The moment that she was secure, Silver jumped back up to his all four hooves and planted his back feet heavily in the ground before he took off with a large leap in the air and rushed into the woods at a collected gate, making it easier for him to maneuver with his human. Silver almost seemed to float over the ground when he ran, and when he caught sight of the clearing now, Faerydae could feel the white horse underneath her speeding up now as they broke into the clearing. No sooner than did they hit the clearing, she got off him, swinging her leg over while he was still in motion and allowed herself drop to the ground.
Faerydae hit the ground like a cat, breaking the fall with her free hand and allowed her legs to crouch beneath her to break the shock. Ice blue eyes stared across the five feet that separated her from the boy and his horse. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she stared at the state of the horse, for a moment, an idea crossing her mind that the boy had done it. If it had not been for Silver who let out a whinny and tossing a wild kick at the dead body of the cockatrice would she have never realized what truly happened. Quickly, she got up to her feet and ran over now, dropping the bundle of wood and the flint and rock as she slide next to the blond and the dark horse now as Silver wandered over to them now and stood cautiously by his companion’s side. His hand slid over the horse’s side for a moment, and she could feel that it was drenched in sweat from its ordeals, maybe even prior to the attack. Her hand slid down the horse’s strong back legs, touching where the first bite had been.
As the dark horse lashed out in a slight kick, Silver backed up quickly to avoid contact. A frown rested on her lips for a moment as she stared at the back leg before her eyes wandered towards the boy’s hand now, placing the cloth up against the horse’s side. Gently, she pushed his hand and the cloth away to reveal what was truly causing the animal’s pain. Judging by the look of the cloth, it was clear that the horse was losing blood now. After a moment, Faerydae unsheathed a dagger now and brought it towards the horse’s side, the metal blade lying flat against the horse’s side, comparing it’s width to the dagger. It was short by half an inch. Her ice blue eyes wandered over towards his owner’s sword now for a moment. It looked right. Quickly, she hopped over to the other side of the horse now and allowed her hand to gently slide up from it’s side and eventually his neck as Faerydae wrapped her arms around the horse’s large ahead and brought it up on her legs, and leaned over it now, her white blond hair falling against the horse’s dark fur, “I will not let you die,” she whispered to the animal before glancing up.
She stared across at the boy again now, there was something about him, but she couldn’t place what, that made him seem familiar to her. Although, this was not the time to be thinking about where she had seen boys before, “If you value your horse’s life, you’ll give me your blade,” she spoke now, her eyes resting on him hard. From afar as well, Silver stood still, his ears twitching as his dark eyes rested on the Prince of Camelot, wondering how he would treat the situation.
Setting: One year gap, Season 2
Time of Day: Nightfall
Tags: Arthur Pendragon
Music: Protectors of the Earth - Two Steps from Hell
Notes: Bwahaha, and a lovely title it is  It makes me laugh because it's the title of a film too, so I unfortently, cannot take credit for the term. Btw, your post was epic! |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 12, 2011 22:03:10 GMT -5
Silver Name: Silver Nicknames: None
Age: 8 springs Breed: The Elder Breed Appearance: Silver is a little above the average height of horses as he stands at a 16.2 hands, meaning from his hooves to his withers, is approximately 66 inches. His coat is solid white, and there is nothing breaking the white color except for the skin of his nose which is of a storm cloud gray color. Even after all that he has seen and done, Silver has no battle scars at all. His eyes are of a deep brown color, but they are often covered by an overgrown forelock. His mane and tail are rather wild looking, always disheveled and pertain a lot of knots and brambles from his travels, regardless of whether he is with Faerydae or not. Personality: Silver usually tends to have a calm mind set, although, there are moments when he can be overcome with anger, particularly when he feels that there is a threat to him, or more likely, Faerydae. That being said, Silver is still a very clever horse which comes from being bred of the Elder breed. While he cannot talk, he still understands human words and is often quick to get himself out of sticky situations. He hates the idea of bridles and saddles so the only pad that is ever used on him is the fur of bear hide. History: Silver was born out of the Elder breed bloodlines in the wild. The Elder breed is said to be wild horses that were blessed by the gods, making them stronger, faster, and smarter than other horses. His true name in the horse language is unknown for the name ‘Silver’ was picked up once he met up with Faerydae. He was born in the wild lands of Albion where not all kingdoms have their boundaries set up. From there, as a young foal, he followed his herd where ever they met. He was unusual for an Elder breed with the white coat, since many of the horses are often of browns, blacks, grays, and palominos. While considered an oddity though, he was never shunned. Upon becoming a yearling, Silver, like all other colts, was kicked out of the herd by his father, the lead stallion. Leaving the herd was not a trial for the white horse; for he was not content with that of herd life and being in charge of ten mares like the rest of the other young stallions. He found himself more curious of what lies beyond that of the horse lands and the humans, and with that, Silver ventured forth. For travels, he kept himself mostly to the woods and watched the humans from afar, studying their road side ways and always kept himself careful from not being caught. When people brave enough tried to go after them, he would quickly loose them by running into the heart of the forests where known beasts lurked to shake loose his chasers. One day, he stumbled through the Balor territory. Through the woods, he caught sight of something moving ahead. Curious, the white horse moved forward through the woods now and paused under the cover as he stared out at a girl. Little did Silver know, this human would end up being his companion throughout his travels of Albion. As he watched her, he could tell that she had been through a great ordeal and the horse simply cocked his head for a moment as she held a piece of metal up to her neck. He understood the significance of the shiny object, for it brought death to not only humans, but also common horses and other such creatures. As he stared at her, he knew what was going to happen, but Silver stepped forward now and ventured over towards the girl now, he did not understand why something so young should want to re-enter the earth. With that, he nudged her blade away and then turned around and started to head back into the woods. For a moment, he paused and glanced back at the human girl as they met gazes for a moment before he carried on, figuring that would be the end of their meeting, but to his surprise, he heard sounds from behind. Glancing back over, the white horse saw that the girl was following him now. For some reason though, he did not turn and run away from her as he did with most humans, because there was just something simply different with her. An understanding perhaps. From then on though, Silver stayed with Faerydae as they wander the lands of Albion to their hearts content. Status: NPC Threads: Every thread with Faerydae |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jun 12, 2011 0:16:31 GMT -5
The recognition of the hard surface made her nervous and her eyes open now. Whoever was coming had the means to protect themselves and while Silver was a dangerous animal, the white horse, regardless of size, power, or experience, was no match for an armor clad individual. She glanced towards the top of the hill now, trying to judge her best idea for now. To stay and hope that nothing would happen or run and leave everything behind. Her eyes glanced to her supplies for a moment, the pack with what little food she had, as well as clothing and fur for trading. The fur was the main concern for Faerydae at the moment since it was how she kept her survival out in the woods and with the people of Albion. The thunder rolled again, and a loud crack broke her from her thoughts as the wind picked up again, blowing her blond hair astray now and the rain began to fall a little more. It was not safe for them to be here, the valley was too open. Even with the thunder, the young maiden felt almost certain she could sense the heavy steps of armor making its way up the hill.
A loud snort escaped the white horse now. His breath releasing out into the air in a moisture cloud as he stomped the ground defiantly. His ears continued to remain flat against his skull as his dark eyes stared at the hill. The scent of the approaching individual was growing stronger now and Silver pranced slightly in place, readying himself. The horse’s nostrils flared in the approaching danger, his hoof striking the ground in a frenzied excitement and uprooting the grass, and he could hardly stand still with each step the individual on the other side of the hill took. This was what a bond between human and beast was, an undying love of trust and respect that put the horse in his place, that made him wish to protect the young maiden from below ever since he spotted her in the woods four years ago ready to end her life. As another sound of thunder crashed above, Silver used it to mask his sound as the white horse leaped forward and hit the top of the hill. As his hooves hit the ground, the white horse turned his head and caught sight of the armored stranger and let out an ugly scream and let out a wild kick off as warning towards the stranger.
She felt the earth groan now as Silver leaped forward, his hooves digging deep into mother earth’s lands. Faerydae was only hesitant for a moment before she heard Silver letting out a dangerous war cry towards whoever it was on the other side. No sooner did the horse’s scream end did she jumped forward and began to descend up the hill. Her body was still sore from her earlier attack, but that did not matter at the moment. She needed her horse, and his death would not ensure her survival. The rain droplets slowly grew a little faster now, making the grass wet and slippery right as hit the top, almost losing her balance in the process. Ahead of her, she caught sight of the great white horse tossing his head with his ears pinned back, but thankfully, for the time being, he had resting himself a few feet away from the stranger. Ice blue eyes glanced over towards the other for a moment and Faerydae already felt her panic swell up in her chest. The individual in question was certainly taller than her, and almost protected to the bone. She could not imagine fear ever coming across this individual’s mind as her eyes fell on the tightened grip on the axe. Silver was placing himself into provoking a death trap and she found herself nearly rooted with fear.
No sooner than did Silver raise himself into a rear and standing on his two hind legs, his front legs reaching out wildly as his hooves sliced through the air, and he took a step forward did Faerydae move forward towards the animal. Perhaps it was adrenaline or fear, but somehow, closing that distanced seemed to hardly be anything for the young maiden as her hand outstretched and grasped a chuck of the white horse’s knotted mane towards the crown of his head and with what little strength that she possessed, she yanked hard. The move caught the white horse off guard as his head and neck was forced to turn and he found himself losing his footing quickly. Silver was quick to catch his balance though unlike the young woman who felt herself tumble and threw out her hands to catch her fall now, and she felt her body complain from the action. Wildly, the white horse stared at her for a moment before glancing back to the other individual now and made an ugly face and made a step towards them, but Faerydae was ready now and she leapt to her feet again, putting herself between the horse and the other now, “You can’t fight that person, it’s nothing like that group of bandits,” she hissed at her horse as he tried to dance around her, “We have to go.”
She glanced over her shoulder towards and tried to ignore the fear that made her want to root her feet to the ground as she stared at the battle axe in their hand. |
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It makes me laugh because it's the title of a film too, so I unfortently, cannot take credit for the term. Btw, your post was epic!
