runawayninja
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 29, 2010
The morning fog clung low and heavy to the ground making the area seem dark and gothic, despite the light of the morning peering through. The chill in the air was crisp and refreshing, not at all uncomfortable.
Along the road near the wooded area there was the slow clopping on a beast of burden slowly coming down the path. A large white mare was slowly walking down the road, as she had been trained to do in case her rider was unresponsive and presumably wounded. She was moving along the road to try and find help. Down the side of her white coat, pink was smeared and red running down. The rider was slumped over with blood slowly running along his arm as a large, thick arrow, meant for hunting men, not beasts, stuck from his back. The tip was covered with a thick sap that was probably meant to poison. He needed aid, badly.
Along the road near the wooded area there was the slow clopping on a beast of burden slowly coming down the path. A large white mare was slowly walking down the road, as she had been trained to do in case her rider was unresponsive and presumably wounded. She was moving along the road to try and find help. Down the side of her white coat, pink was smeared and red running down. The rider was slumped over with blood slowly running along his arm as a large, thick arrow, meant for hunting men, not beasts, stuck from his back. The tip was covered with a thick sap that was probably meant to poison. He needed aid, badly.