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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 15, 2008 19:22:35 GMT -6
A dark chuckle arose from within the darkness of the cloak. Bone chilling, blood freezing, death promising darkness calling. The sound was something like none have ever heard. This is the Black Rider she is speaking to. " Foolish words I do not simply go out and kill. " A smirk under the cloak he mounted the stallion. " Lets see lets whom dies today " he said with such humor it's terrifying. " Promises? I will make no promise whom ever comes into my woods I kill. Whom ever goes near Ptolemys gate I kill. Whom ever goes near the pass I Kill. Young and old I will kill them. " He said with no care in the world. The rider had told her along time ago ' do not bring others to the woods ' now she knows he will kill anyone at all. The massive stallion reared up the sword glittered in the light. The rider is riding and the walkers are walking. The night is beginning bolt your doors and bar your window. It will be futile but give you some hope. Night comes and brings the death with it. Stay off the road and gather up your children. Bring in the old and the young alike. Turn off your lights stay in the houses. Away from the woods you better go, away from the grave yards you better run. Keep silent and be wise do not run from your death it will come. The stallion screamed into the coming night his hooves lashed at the wind, tossing his strong flexiable neck. Power rippled threw the body of the black horse. It's hooves came down steam rose into the air red eyes glittering, violently , darkly, threatingly watching the other horse. Pawing at the ground terring furrows into it with one massive hoof. The Black Rider looked to Carrie sword glittered in the dieing light. Her words words that all they where spoken to hide the truth behind. " Do you fear me? " came the blood chilling voice yet still towards her kindness lingered.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 16, 2008 10:25:23 GMT -6
" No I don't fear you. But you scare my colt" said Carrie. She tried to keep her colt calm. Hero snorted and half reared. He wanted out of there.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 16, 2008 19:12:09 GMT -6
The red eyed stallion stamped its hooves tossing its head up. Ready for the long night ahead ready for what is yet to come. The Black Rider watched her in a chilling silence. A chilling touch brushed everyone near and far. Like a cold high freezing wind whipping threw the world. Leaving behind a ghostly remenence of death's touch. Knowing Carrie wish's to put a end to these timly things. Steam still rose in a heated rage from the nares of the large black horse. Nothing seemed alive everything is hideing. Insects, birds, animals everything is taking shelter. In despearte attempts to get away from the rider. Night is falling the stallion becomes impatient. Red eyes looking around in a deteremined fashion. Black coat shinning in the dieing empers of the sun. Darkness moving out from ever crevice shadows stretching and disappearing. Everything is hideing its self away for what is to come this night. Darkness is deseinding and without warning the Black Rider spoke " The Dark Is Rising the time is coming you can not stop this..." the chilling haunting voice rang clear threw the land. Then in a whisper faint and distant yet close "i must try to stop it " perhaps the rider is not truly bad. The stallion reared up high the sword flashed. Had he truly said the last part or had he not. Perhaps no the rider is feared by the living and the dead alike. Yet the rider is not truly evil for those who die are ment to die. Trespass and you will die perhaps she remembered when she was young some one saying. the rider is riding to night we must go in now must not be caught outside . All have heard of him turning teh horses head. It began once more to walk on its way at a calm pass. Hoof prints leaving nothing to show it had been there.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 18, 2008 17:13:12 GMT -6
Carrie knew if she stayed there any longer her colt might harm her. But, she was set on making this all stop. Hero snorted. He reared and was trying to throw her off. He was getting too scared to stay there. She held tight to both reins and mane. She needed to stay in control.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 18, 2008 19:19:50 GMT -6
The large stallion's long stride was carrying them swiftly away. Despite the fact he is only at a walk. Ears pricked forward alert listening paying attention to everything and everyone. Anything that moved was not missed anything that breathed was not unnoticed. Nothing passes by the rider without being seen by, the stallion, both, or just him. A unsettling chill was settling over this night as the son is ebbing below the horizon line. As if it to where bent on escaping the eyes of the rider and the stallion. Swish flick of a tail yet nothing was there. Steam is rising into the air from the nares of this large deadly yet beauitful stallion. Each and every stride carrying them farther away.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 18, 2008 19:24:04 GMT -6
Carrie struggled with Hero. But, got him ready enough to head back. But, something spooked him. He bolted back. She tried to stay on but lost the stirrups and reins. She fell off and hit her head off a rock. Hero kept running back.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 18, 2008 20:32:00 GMT -6
Something stopped the fall but not the horse. In the shadows something lurked fadeing in out of view. Gently the wind sat her down as if it was so very natural. Delicately the touch down would be as soft as a feather falling on to you. Then it dissappeared all at once but the shadowy form lingered.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 19, 2008 19:55:00 GMT -6
Carrie got on her feet. She needed to get that colt back. She slowly got up. She looked around. She could hear her colt. But, had to try and find him. She started jogging. She looked for prints on the ground.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 19, 2008 20:11:50 GMT -6
The black rider dismounted walked over witih a calm ease to the horse. The large stallion stood in the shadows masked by the rising darkness. With quick easy and effortless ease he tettithered the colt to a tree. Gently patting his head and fixing his girth and stroking his neck. Before walking and dissappearing into the shadows liked dust dissappears into the wind. Remounting the large stallion with no sound but left a haunting chill momentairly where they had stood. The long banner of the stallion floated like leaves on the wind. While his daggers strikeing the earth like lightning attacks the land. Rushing thunder bounding onward with no destination in mind. Clouds rolled in and threatened the world below. Wind whispered and told of a tale beginning anew. While the grass swayed and teetered here and there. A phantom mist rolled over the land overtaking all in there wake. As distant howls became to take up to pass the store from land to land. A piercing haunting sound shot threw the rest. As wolves and dogs alike took up there mounrful cries to the world. Telling a tale that has no ending a tale of fire. So begins the night of the black rider.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 19, 2008 20:19:42 GMT -6
Carrie kept walking. She could hear Hero. Hero snorted and reared slightly. She walked up to him. " Easy boy, easy. It's alright Hero" she said. He relaxed. She untied him and mounted. The colt easily walked to get them back. He was skiddish. He jumped at things that moved but he didn't want to throw her again.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 20, 2008 7:24:18 GMT -6
(not going to type everything out read first page it would be a bit similar to that) Two weeks past by in a endless night. No sun rising with the change of the days. As a cold wind blew bringing with it the scent of death. A list is not needed for this is slaughter at its highest view. Blood spewed from the neck of a man who fell he was due to die anyways even if no one knew it. For he had commited a crime that ment he must die. All near Ptolemy's gate were slain that first. The red stallion screamed his rage to the world with a soft thought from the rider. The large stallion took off moving over the ground as gracefully as the wind. The BlackRider's cloak floated on the wind like the banner of the stallion. Clouds did not rise in dust and no hoofprints are left behind. Nothing to tell who killed the man yet all will known simple as that it is a warning. Near the pass where his tomb is all were slain whom where to close. No one goes threw the pass that has commited a crime. Yet someone die just because they are there and known to much. Eventually the slaughter was over he can not allow anyone from this side to pass threw however on the other side.....well if you come out on the night of black rider you are sure to die if you come out when it is not you don't have the greatest chance but you may live. As the BlackRider rode threw the woods that are named after him. A few where killed no one lives going into the blackriders live. Guiding his stallion over to the armor where he dismounted at a trot. Landing with ease and walking the rest of the way. The stallion stood at the entrance in which the BlackRider opened. Moving back over to the stallion he began to loosen the girth.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 20, 2008 15:12:16 GMT -6
Carrie was working Hero. She was lunging him inside of riding him. Hero snorted and sped around her at a canter. His thoroughbred blood showed perfectly. She watched his legs move and got the rhythm into her mind. " Good boy, now slow it down into a trot" she said. He moved down into the trot.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 20, 2008 19:58:32 GMT -6
Shadow took the armor off of the stallion and took his cloak off. Brushing him out and giving him some water and food. After doing all this he remounted the large eight hand stallion. He had a halter on the stallion and clipped the reigns to it. Picking the stallion up to a well rounded and elevated canter. With a short stride the stallion soared like a eagle over the fence. Landing on the other side with out breaking his rythm he lengthed his stride only a bit. As he moved around the arena his coat gleaming in the rising sun. His mane flowing and his banner held high and soaring on the wind. Shadow and Stone Image appearing to be only one creature with one mind.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 20, 2008 21:01:38 GMT -6
Carrie pulled Hero to a halt and called him in. Hero snorted. He trotted to her and halted. He nudged her slightly. Carrie patted his neck gently. She knew the colt was getting better at becoming a strong horse so he won't be scared anymore.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 21, 2008 7:21:55 GMT -6
The large stallion slowed his stride with a gentle unseen tug. But was kept at a trot that is as fast as another horse would be cantering. Shadow had told her that Stone Image has many speeds and many paces. Perhaps this was a bit unexpected the large stallion moved around the pin as if it where air under his hooves. Carring himself proudly as his black pelt shone in the sun. Shadow dropped the reins and stood up on the stallions back. Then looked around staying perfectly balanced as if this was the most common thing to do in the world. With ease he sat back down and noticed Carrie is having better luck with her colt now.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 21, 2008 15:01:22 GMT -6
Carrie moved to the side of Hero. She made sure the saddle was still on tight enough. She took the lunge line off and lead him to the fence for a minute to hang up the line. She mounted. She needed to try getting him to go through paces with her on him. She had the halter over top of the bridle. She nudged him. Hero snorted and trotted.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 21, 2008 19:58:27 GMT -6
Shadow shifted his weight and gave unseen command to the stallion who leaped the fence like a sparrow takes to the sky. Landing with ease on the other side and stood there as Shadow watched Carrie and Hero.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 21, 2008 20:08:58 GMT -6
Carrie held the reins lightly but with firmness. Hero trotted and his blood lines showed. She nudged him into a canter. He moved with ease into it. He cantered around the arena. She grinned and patted the left side of his neck.
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Post by Black_Rider on Nov 21, 2008 21:31:04 GMT -6
Shadow and Stone Image stayed put watching the two calmly. Both had the seem unreadable look to them. Which can be a surprise or just funny to people.
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Post by deathgal on Nov 21, 2008 21:39:25 GMT -6
Carrie pulled on the reins. Hero slowed down to a walk. She was happy. She loved her colt. She leaned forward and hugged him. He snorted and almost reared but relaxed into the walk.
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