Post by Lysander Black on Dec 29, 2007 14:23:31 GMT -5
A figure dressed in dark colored leather and clothing was riding along in the early morning mist. His horse was tall and well built, a black animal full of dignity and power. The figure upon its back seemed to be lightly built, but armed well, the siloutte of a lowbow and a quiver full of arows was outlined on his back. The light was dim, for the sun had not yet risen, and the horse's breathe came out in steam in the cool morning air as did the figures breathe, with came from under the black hood which he was wearing.
The horse was walking between two trees, a hardly visible as he moved nearly silently and his rider did not make a sound. Mist and fog swirled around them both, giving them both a ghostly appearence. The rider halted his mount and looked around. He had found it, he was finally out of Scotland after four long years of wandering within his country's borders. But he would return, one day he would return. He just sat there, on his horse, a phantom of the dawn, neither being making a sound when...
The horse was walking between two trees, a hardly visible as he moved nearly silently and his rider did not make a sound. Mist and fog swirled around them both, giving them both a ghostly appearence. The rider halted his mount and looked around. He had found it, he was finally out of Scotland after four long years of wandering within his country's borders. But he would return, one day he would return. He just sat there, on his horse, a phantom of the dawn, neither being making a sound when...