- Joined
- Aug 21, 2011
Michael was a big man and no stranger to Horses or wagon's. As the village blacksmith he knew both very well he stood some 6'5" and had a chest and shoulders as broad as an Ox, and he was just as strong. His biceps were long and thick and his quads were as large as a normal man's arms. Being summer and with him working at a forge most of the day, he was shirtless all the time wore only a pair of pants and boots. He was tanned from the son and his skin shone from the sheen of sweat he usually wore as a result of hard physical work in the warm air. His hair was thick and black and his chiseled facial features were set off by steel blue eyes.
He was delivering a wagon back to a nobleman, when another wagon with a woman aboard came careening past him and was headed for the large ditch at the bend in the road at a frightening pace. He pulled brake on the wagon he was driving and jumped from it to the other just as it passed. Almost diving into the front of the wagon, he took the reigns from the wide eyed woman struggling unsuccessfully to regain control .
He took the reigns from her and pulled mightily on the them, turning the horses and slowing them to a stop in the middle of the rode. "Are you alright?" he asked the panicked woman once the wagon was brought to a safe stop.
He was delivering a wagon back to a nobleman, when another wagon with a woman aboard came careening past him and was headed for the large ditch at the bend in the road at a frightening pace. He pulled brake on the wagon he was driving and jumped from it to the other just as it passed. Almost diving into the front of the wagon, he took the reigns from the wide eyed woman struggling unsuccessfully to regain control .
He took the reigns from her and pulled mightily on the them, turning the horses and slowing them to a stop in the middle of the rode. "Are you alright?" he asked the panicked woman once the wagon was brought to a safe stop.