Borderline

Jan 13, 2009 14:11

The Exiles who agreed to depart the relative comfort of the King and Queen's holdings have endured a several days-long hard ride with a contingent of the royal guard. The journey has been punctuated by bad weather, the hardships of sleeping under the open skies, and the ever-present stink of horse, man, earth, and pack mule. The Royal Guard have ( Read more... )

northstar, morph, the brides' tale, marie lebeau, hawkeye

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proteus_maximus January 14 2009, 01:22:09 UTC
".. I'd almost say this world resembles Gor, but the ladies' fashions seem to be pretty discreet. Lord of the Rings, a little.."

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proteus_maximus January 26 2009, 15:55:43 UTC
Morph, for his part, will try and bring their wolfen friend back to the group.

He whistles, and calls out, "Laaaaassieeee!"

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exiles_jpb January 28 2009, 06:22:17 UTC
It's a severe temptation to leave them where they stand for that mockery, but the leggy black wolf lopes out of the undergrowth some yards behind the blockade of men. He gives Morph a dirty look and pads forward, shifting to homid form as he walks.

"Just getting an accurate count."

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avengingarrows January 28 2009, 06:24:28 UTC
Hawkeye gives the white-skinned one a distinctly odd look, but it's superceded by the appearance of the dark shape that swiftly turns from wolf to man.

"Christ's teeth," he mutters, not bothering to hide his surprise.

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exiles_jpb January 28 2009, 06:34:34 UTC
"They did warn you." He gives the man a level look. "Still planning to put an arrow into my throat? I'm sure you'll find me considerably less useful and not half as pleasant if you do."

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avengingarrows January 28 2009, 06:43:14 UTC
"There's knowin' and then there's seein'," he counters, as he meets the strange man's gaze. "And as long as you don't plan on eatin' one of us for a snack," he adds, with a faint twitch upwards of his lips. "I lost three men when we ran into those curs a couple weeks back. Good men, too."

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touchandheal January 28 2009, 06:46:23 UTC
"So now that we're all happy with each other... presumin' that we are..." Marie looks towards the others. "Can we get on with this thing?"

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avengingarrows January 28 2009, 06:56:00 UTC
The archer's gaze shifts briefly to the woman who looks uncannily like the Marchioness, then back to the wolfman in front of him. "Eager for a violence, ain't she?" he says, before shaking his head and whistling to signal his men, who emerge swiftly from the treeline with their horses and weapons of choice - largely bows and short swords for close-up fighting. He moves away to get up on his own mount, a dappled grey who dances away from him for a moment before letting him get on.

"Location's about three miles east of here. Let's get movin'."

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