Harmless as the shadows to the lookers on him, he strolled down the main street.His hat covered his eyes and the long black wavy hair was tied back in a masculine ponytail. He reached the wall, and looked down the side at the knights huts. Damn assholes' the lot. He crept the one he was after descracing people all his life he had made him loose his last nerve.
He crept through the window on this muggy French night for one reason, To kill Knight Larame. Unconsciously, as he slipped up next to the prey, he was running a finger over the scar on his cheek. The scar from way back when..... when she was there.
Graceful as a doe she was walking to the stable to milk the cow. Born out of poverty and raised only by a mother the girl had outlandish beliefs and a free and wandering mind. To the satifaction of her mother the girl kept it all inside for the sake of respect. The girl always tied her black hair in a bun, and the emerald green eyes made her face seem mystical as they would often glow.
She had never married for her tongue was quick and blows even quicker even without a sword. Marian was the name of this grace. Her pale skin made her look innocent but her temper often flared. Which is how she like her friend had a scar on there cheek.
Here was Shadow in the the Knights hut as the blade of his sword came swiftly across the knight throat, and licking the tip of his blade the Shadow left. Nothing of his presence but a magpie tail feather. The symbol of the Shadow.
 Bounty Hunter 860 · Mon Mar 10, 2008 @ 05:19am · 0 Comments |
