Post by arona on May 3, 2009 10:25:29 GMT -5
The night was silent and the moon came out to look upon the land. It was peaceful and quiet except for the hoofs beats of daggers upon the ground. Traveling upon the trail was a elegant looking stallion who none would admire but not get close to. The brute was large with a pitch black pelt making it known that he was a friesian and a noble one at that. The stallion was nothing but muscule and power. He moved forward without hesitation and with grace. This was with out a doubt a war horse. One that had seen many and you would expect a king to sit upon his back.
Instead was the lieth frame of a cloaked figure. The cloak was a a light silver that reflected the moons rays. It did the job of hiding the person beneth very well as you could not see who sat upon the brute. The cloak was light and easy to wear yet would stay the cold and heat. The stranger did not move and guided the stallion with thoughts and words other then with the reins. Together they moved as one like a perfectly matched pair.
Soon they approached the towering gates and stopped below. The stallion started to become nervouse and pawed at the ground and pranced about. A guard walked over with a very angry expression on his face. The delicate but full lips under the cloak smirked softly. " Who do you think you are coming at a time like this. Your lucky we do kill you on the spot for such lack of judgement" the man spat standing close to the stallion. With no outward signal the stallion reared and knocked the guard to the ground. The stallion then landed over him and pinned the man to the ground" That was not the thing to do. You see the king is expecting me and knows I would be arriving one night. You are indeed lucky though for I doubt he would have been pleased if you would have killed me." The woman hissed. The guard scrambled out from under the stallion and quickly opened the gates.
Without another word the gates swung open and the brute dissappeared inside the darkness of the city. There was no sound, not even the brutes daggers hitting upon the stone. It was if the sound had been blocked out by magic. The rider seemed more alert now and you could feel her orbs looking in all directions. It was if she was searching for something as the stallion carried her towards the castle. her orbs then locked on the building and you could hear a quick intake of breath and then it's slow release. She then went to the stables and walked inside as she woke the a stable hand there.She watched as the boy unsaddled the stallion while she grabbed her things. She patted the stallion and mummered something in his ear before putting him in a large stall and then leaving the barn.
A servent came rushing towards her in a nightgown and showed her to her chambers where she put her stuff down and then set about exploring the room. She did examine her sword though for a second. making sure it was there if she needed it. It was one of a kind and rare to say the least. She gently stroked it before covering it with her cloak again. She examined the room closely as if trying to absorb every detail. Then she layed upon the bed and slept while she could. She awoke in the morning and then started to wander the halls trying to learn her way around