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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 8, 2011 13:44:45 GMT -5
I stood on the threshold, unsure if I should enter or not. Blood stained the floor but there was no sign of a body, only a pile of dust. My tracking skills were of some advantage to me. I walked through the room without distrubing anything. There I stood like an idiot in a house where a man had been murdered. It was like a confession of guilt in the other towns I'd been in. I was sure there was no difference here.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 8, 2011 14:26:31 GMT -5
"What are you doing here?" I gasped, my hand going to my throat as if it was enough to protect me. I looked around, and was sure he also saw all the evidence of murder around us.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 9, 2011 10:53:48 GMT -5
"I..." English words failed me, as did Cherokee. I was not supposed to be here, I knew, but something drew me to her. Some unknown power and grace that overturned my senses.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 9, 2011 10:57:56 GMT -5
"You need to get out of here. Come on." I said, taking his hand into mine as roughly as possible for me. I pulled him out the door, before leaning closer to him, like a couple taking a sunset stroll. I led him to the stables, were my family housed our horses.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 9, 2011 11:03:20 GMT -5
A stable. The normalacy of the place invaded my haywire senses. The smell of horseflesh was comforting, but painful as I remembered the horse mother gave me, that father shot because it was "Cherokee". For days, I'd lived in fear that he would shoot me too.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 9, 2011 11:04:30 GMT -5
"Come." I said, jummping on the horse, bare back. I motioned for him to sit behond me on the steed.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 10, 2011 13:59:06 GMT -5
I climbed on behind that lady, feeling the power of the horse ripple beneath me. "It's alright," I said to the horse in Cherokee. "Great One, you can carry us far." Beneath me, I felt the horse assume a proud stance before responding to the lady's command.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 10, 2011 17:51:16 GMT -5
"High ya." I shouted, sprinting away as fast as possible. My hair flew behind me, feeling the air scraping against my skin.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 11, 2011 13:53:34 GMT -5
Even with the lady's hair slapping against my face, I was alive for the first time in years. I felt the air rushing past my tanned arms and my knees struggling to cling to the horse while I would not dare hold the lady's waist. I wanted to jump off the horse and run beside it, reveling in the strength and passion in its spirit as it galloped unimpeded in the surrounding forest.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 11, 2011 13:58:23 GMT -5
"Hold on or your gonna fall off." I yelled, stirring the horse with one hand, while grabbing his arm with the other, forcing him to hold on. Sheesh,boys could be so shy at times. I held it there, letting him know with pressure that I didn't want him to move it because he would fall off then. Just at that moment, the horse jumped over a fence, lifting me up and off the seat slightly.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 11, 2011 14:10:44 GMT -5
Having taken my hand off of the lady's waist at the exact moment the horse jumped the fence, I tumbled off but landed gracefully on my feet. "Lady?" I called after the girl. Then I cursed myself for calling out not in english, but in cherokee.
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Post by fallenangel on Feb 17, 2011 14:21:17 GMT -5
"Hmm so they intend to flee..... if only i could see her face before she died." i said looking from high on the trees, then i followed them from branch to branch to make sure they wont get away.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 17, 2011 14:25:21 GMT -5
"Get on." I said, halting the horse. I didn't understand what he said since it was in a different language. I held my hand out. "Come on. We're being followed." I said.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 17, 2011 14:25:40 GMT -5
My sharp ears picked up a sound above me. I closed my eyes to get a better image in my mind of the danger. It was a person, a girl I thought, climbing through the trees. It didn't seem too dangerous, until I heard the scrape of weapons against the bark of a tree. I raised the bow which I had grabbed at my cabin and nocked the arrow to wound only. Unlike whoever it was in the tree, I was not a killer.
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Post by fallenangel on Feb 17, 2011 14:29:04 GMT -5
"Tch, this guy seriously needs to work on his aim." i said as the arrow missed my head and kept on jumping through the trees. After i was at the same distance as them, i drew out my bow from over my arm i aimd it and hit the horse in the ribs and sent deadly poisen through its body.
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