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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 17:53:32 GMT -5
Salem stopped eating, and looked toward their leader. "What's on your mind, little witch?" he asked, raising a brow. "We're heading off to fight a dragon. You can't have your head in the clouds." he told her, pushing his plate towards the middle of the table, signaling he was through with it.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 27, 2013 18:10:41 GMT -5
{FROM WILLOW}
"No, I'm fine." She gave a half-hearted smile at the group. "Let's be off.
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 18:24:21 GMT -5
Salem scowled at her feeble attempt to hide whatever issue might be at hand. "I'm not inclined to believe you." he said listlessly. He pushed himself up from his spot at the table and towards the door. "But I won't press the matter for the time being." he said, looking back towards her. He grasped the furred cowl of his jacket and threw it over his head as he walked out into the early morning light.
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Post by Fanuco on Mar 27, 2013 18:26:36 GMT -5
"I don't care all together." Fanuco says following Salem. "I just want to fight the dragon."
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 28, 2013 4:49:27 GMT -5
He appeared behind willow and followed them "I'm here to pay my dept "he walked calmly with them "
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2013 22:04:45 GMT -5
{willow}
The witch led them to the inn's stables, walkin to her grey horse. She gestured to the surrounding horses. "Take your pick. Innkeeper owes me a favor." She saddled her bag before mounting her horse. "We have a long way to go."
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 28, 2013 22:06:19 GMT -5
he got a blackish one with a blue tint and nodded and he was uneasy but was ready to go "
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 28, 2013 22:15:48 GMT -5
Salem walked past the horses. Most of them stamping and neighing frantically as he passed. He offered them a smile, but it didn't help. They could tell a predator in any form. Salem's smile fell away and was replaced by a scowl as he looked over the horses. He spotted a grey Percheron, docilely drinking from the trough. "I like this fella." he said, grabbing the reins.
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Post by Fanuco on Mar 28, 2013 22:26:10 GMT -5
Fanuco gets on a black horse with white spots. "Wonder if you'll say still that after you get on it." He says to Salem.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2013 22:32:50 GMT -5
Cherry decided on a white horse, and the group set off. Willow led them, her usually carefree attitude strangely absent, yet she wasn't unpleasant. They rose through the forest for a long time, not seeing much else by trees. When the sun began to sink she called over her shoulder. "We should stop for the night. Set up camp."
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 29, 2013 8:08:11 GMT -5
He got off and leyed in grass lookin up at the sky and played soft soothes music "
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 29, 2013 15:47:35 GMT -5
Salem saddled the massive horse. To his amazement it retained it's passive attitude, barely noticing the large man mounting it. "I like this fella." he repeated, patting it's neck. The horse gave him no trouble at all. The day passed quietly with words sparsely traded between Salem and his new companions. The man spoke more to his horse, affectionately naming it Luthor. When they decided to make camp Salem tied his new horse to a nearby tree. "I'll gather some wood." he said, throwing his hands in his pocket and wandering off from the group. "Be back in a bit."
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 29, 2013 18:29:39 GMT -5
he gave the man a nod and got up and begain to build everyone a hammock he kept to himself in deeptought of everything and this strange place and these strange men and woman he wandered who and what he was he finshed the hammocks and went out and grabed a good slection of fruit from the woods "
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Post by Willow on Mar 29, 2013 20:04:52 GMT -5
Willow dismounted her horse, scanning the small clearing where the others were bustling about. She gathered some rocks and constructed a small fire pit, whistling a soft tune. "We'll be traveling for a few days." She set her bags near the tree that Gabriel had made her hammock.
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 29, 2013 20:07:25 GMT -5
he leyed In his hammock next to willows and nodded and he kept his toughts on himself and his past he drifted in a deep sleep"
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