dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 14:28:44 GMT -5
I was torn. The lady's attacker was a girl herself, and as a gentleman, I'm not supposed to hurt women. I took a stance over the lady, intent on protect her from the demon should it come back to finish the work it had started. But since it disappeared into the forest, I carried the young lady away, calling in Cherokee to the runaway horse.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 23, 2011 10:50:21 GMT -5
((My character is passed out right now, and the attacker is gone. The last post doesn't make sense.))
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 23, 2011 15:22:05 GMT -5
The horse came when I called, which had never worked before. I was sort of pleased that some things were working out. But I had a feeling that things were only working out so I could help this girl. What in the secret names of the spirits was I getting myself into? Why were the girl and that demon creature fighting? The horse, whose name, it said, was Spirit Wind, was gracious enough to let me put the girl on his back and walk slowly into the meadow, where I could see danger coming.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 3, 2011 14:10:37 GMT -5
It was well into the night time hours and I had a fire going when Whitetail found me. She'd found a huge bag of flour apparently for she was covered from head to toe. It's quite mad how much she likes that. I looked over at the lady. I hoped she would wake up soon because I was starting to get really worried.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 3, 2011 14:11:55 GMT -5
"You seem to always save me, huh?" I said, waking up but still laying on the bed, laying on my side.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 3, 2011 14:13:34 GMT -5
Whew, I sighed, thanking the spirits that she was okay. "Sorry, but you always seem to get into trouble around me. I don't know if that's my fault or yours."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 3, 2011 14:14:50 GMT -5
"It's my fault. Sorry to have dragged you into this." I said, yawning. I was cold, and the blanket wasn't very thick.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 3, 2011 14:18:43 GMT -5
I kept my mouth shut. I'd said more than enough already. Probably too much. I dangled a small bit of meat for Whitetail to catch and eat while I tried to clean her fur. She made such a mess of herself. Probably to fool any fox hunter, and make them go home believing that they'd seen a ghost fox.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 6, 2011 1:32:49 GMT -5
"I should be going." I said, getting up when I noticed I was only wearing a slip. "Where's my gown?" I asked, covering myself with the blanket.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 6, 2011 1:36:07 GMT -5
"It...was sort of ruined in your...fight." I told her quietly. I held up the tattered scraps of her once beautiful dress. "I'm...trying to repair them. But I'm afraid that I'm not very good at it."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 6, 2011 1:38:15 GMT -5
"Oh, um. How did I get out of it?" I asked, blushing extremely red now.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 6, 2011 1:41:27 GMT -5
"If you don't mind, I'd rather not say, for propriety's sake." I said. I had taken the gow off of her to repair it and I didn't think that anyone would quite understand that. I know I wouldn't.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 6, 2011 1:44:01 GMT -5
"Oh, uh. Ok. Can I borrow some pants and a shirt?" I asked.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 6, 2011 1:46:43 GMT -5
Obligingly, I pulled some from my pack and turned so that she could change into them away from my prying eyes.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 6, 2011 1:51:36 GMT -5
"You're huge." I said, practicly swimming in his clothing. This was the first time I noticed how much bigger he was compared to me.
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