Ranchard laughed to himself and licked his lips in anticipation. At last, he thought to himself, decades of waiting and now it was his turn. He grabbed his horses' reins and threw himself onto the animal leaving it whimpering under his massive weight.
The others did not look as excited or at least hid their feelings better. Ranchard wore a sinister smile, one he was well known for, and played with his blades, cutting his arms here and there to make sure they were sharp enough. He licked up his blood that trickled down his hands.
"Let the hunt begin. We head west," spoke their obvious leader. The others fell in line behind him as they began a fast trot, second by second gaining ground on the slaves.
[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]
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