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Carrûn · 02-08-2003, 07:19 PM

Awrygan stiffened slightly as his keen ears caught the faint but closing sound of a running horse. It was not the solid thud of the horses of the Men of the South but rather a clear rhythmic drumbeat of hooves more akin to Rohan or the North. He loostened the knife on the right side of his belt and cracked his neck. Many of his joints were still protesting from his morning argument with the wolf. I should have washed the skin a little better, he thought to himself as his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the hide now in his pack. Or maybe it's the meat. He brought out the slice of the carcess and looked it over. I am not yet hungry enough to eat this. He gave the meat a strong chuck off the path and wiped his hands.

He had been walking most of the day now and the sun was past the middle of its journey across the sky. He glanced briefly at the moutains to his West which were slowly being wreathed in a bright glowing flame. The flame of the West, he thought with some ammusement. He pulled out his pipe and lit it, allowing the end to rest in the corner of his mouth. A wisp of smoke went up from beneath his hood and raced away to the East on a swift breeze.

The sound of the hooves were growing louder rapidly but he kept his pace steady. Eventually it slowed, but it continued towards him. Soon the breath of the steed mixed with that of the rider could be heard as they approached him from behind. The man stared straight ahead, trusting to luck.

"A traveler's road is long," Awrygan challenged. His hand rested easily on his nearest weapon and he took a low, deep breath as he waited. "And joys are few," came the accepted response among the free travellers. The man was surprised; the voice was clear, instead of the gruff tone the words were customarily spoken in. Still he did not look up to see the one riding slightly behind him and instead continued on his way, waiting for the other to break the tensely thick silence. If they are looking for company they will be most disappointed.

[ February 08, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

02-08-2003, 07:19 PM	#22
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Awrygan stiffened slightly as his keen ears caught the faint but closing sound of a running horse. It was not the solid thud of the horses of the Men of the South but rather a clear rhythmic drumbeat of hooves more akin to Rohan or the North. He loostened the knife on the right side of his belt and cracked his neck. Many of his joints were still protesting from his morning argument with the wolf. I should have washed the skin a little better, he thought to himself as his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the hide now in his pack. Or maybe it's the meat. He brought out the slice of the carcess and looked it over. I am not yet hungry enough to eat this. He gave the meat a strong chuck off the path and wiped his hands. He had been walking most of the day now and the sun was past the middle of its journey across the sky. He glanced briefly at the moutains to his West which were slowly being wreathed in a bright glowing flame. The flame of the West, he thought with some ammusement. He pulled out his pipe and lit it, allowing the end to rest in the corner of his mouth. A wisp of smoke went up from beneath his hood and raced away to the East on a swift breeze. The sound of the hooves were growing louder rapidly but he kept his pace steady. Eventually it slowed, but it continued towards him. Soon the breath of the steed mixed with that of the rider could be heard as they approached him from behind. The man stared straight ahead, trusting to luck. "A traveler's road is long," Awrygan challenged. His hand rested easily on his nearest weapon and he took a low, deep breath as he waited. "And joys are few," came the accepted response among the free travellers. The man was surprised; the voice was clear, instead of the gruff tone the words were customarily spoken in. Still he did not look up to see the one riding slightly behind him and instead continued on his way, waiting for the other to break the tensely thick silence. If they are looking for company they will be most disappointed. [ February 08, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."