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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Jan 21, 2017 23:30:22 GMT -5
I'm up for anything as long as it's medieval~
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Post by CrestHunter on Jan 23, 2017 16:40:53 GMT -5
I'm up for anything as long as it's medieval~ {please let me know if this is not the tense you want to RP in. I am just coming back to the forums after quite a long break so I need to get a chance to warm up a bit and get caught up on the common practices} Ansel was atop a muscular, sweaty steed riding at full pace. The stallions hooves broke the earth as it traveled leaving deep dents in the soft grassy ground. His armor and the horses plating made thudding and clanging noises but not so much so that it drowned out the steady rhythm of hooves to earth. Ansel was alert and eagerly taking in his surroundings, in no way would he enjoy being caught off guard, not today. His hands hold the reigns with purpose and he digs his heels into the black stallions sides to encourage him to give it all he has got for the last leg of the journey. You can see in the horse's eyes that he enjoys the purposeful run and is in no way wishing to slow his pace. Ansel reaches back to touch the saddle bags that are fastened behind him to be sure that they are still there. He couldn't afford to be careless. Cadence walks the dark moist halls of the castle, hands clasped at her front. Her violet dress drags behind her and there are traces of mud on the hem, evidence that she has been out of doors recently. Her hair is stacked in curls on her head and doesn't seem to be falling out of place as it so often does. Her hazel eyes are on the ground as she is deep in her thoughts. Her shoes make a soft padding noise on the stonework but other then that she is virtually silent as she roams the familiar halls of the dull grey castle. She wears a significant amount of jewelry but not enough to be considered gaudy, only enough to assure you over her station.
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