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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 20, 2005 20:08:29 GMT -5
A dazzling white horse rode up, the moonlight shining down upon its rider. The rider's cloak hid thier face, the world not knowing whom had entered. A hand rose, pushing back the hood of the cloak to reveal a young woman.
Her eyes were an emerald green, her hair a vibrant red. She wore a green dress that fell off her shoulders, revealing a green amulet wor around her delicant neck. A sword was at her side, proving she knew how to defend herself.
Her eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of life at that very moment.
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Viktor Delacro
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 20, 2005 21:55:38 GMT -5
Viktor barely stumbled to the gates of this particular city. He looked up to see a very familiar sight. He had led the army against these gates almost five years ago. He had been defeated, his army repelled utterly. Tiamat had torn his power away from him, and he was left a wreck, a shell of the great commander he had been.
Now it was ironic that his fevered travels had brought him back to the place where his fever had begun. Where he had been cast from power.
It was truly sad, to fall from the fallen. He had been a great paladin, then he had fallen to the ranks of Tiamat's conquerors, then he had fallen from there.
How far must he fall?
He stumbled through the dark, then collapsed and fell once more.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 20, 2005 22:02:44 GMT -5
The young woman watched the man, her eyes searching him. She sat straight, the breeze blowing her red hair across the fair skin of her face. She tilted her head to the side slightly, her thoughts racing.
Should she go over to him or should she hold her position? She comtemplated this, her eyes almost glowing in the moonlight.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 20, 2005 22:16:23 GMT -5
Viktor pulled himself back up from the ground. He managed to weakly walk to a tree and sit against its support.
He shut his eyes and began to rest. The first true sleep he had in weeks.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 20, 2005 22:22:29 GMT -5
Seeing him sleep, she decided to remain in psotion. Surveying the area, she moved forward alittle.
"Good boy, Akin..." she said softly, rubbing her horse's neck lightly.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 20, 2005 22:33:42 GMT -5
No sleep could hold on that fevered mind.
Viktor awoke fitfully and was disoriented, he sat under a tree and there was a mounted girl not far from where he sat. He got up but kept a cautious eye on her.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 20, 2005 22:40:04 GMT -5
Guinevere looked around cautiously, her eyes darker tan ever. Her fierce green eyes had fallen upon the man yet again, her red lips parting slightly has her gaze met his.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 20, 2005 23:44:23 GMT -5
Viktor met the girl's gaze, and her gaze irritated him. What is this girl doing looking at him, is she taunting him?
"Shake your head, girl, your eyes seem to be stuck."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 20, 2005 23:54:50 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "Never call me girl... my name is Guinevere and I shall look where I please." she said fiercly. Her eyes darkened, a fierce gleam shining through them.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 0:05:58 GMT -5
"Well, your highness," he said mockingly, "I'm sorry to have insulted your honor. Anyone riding a white horse seems to have too much of it."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 0:07:30 GMT -5
"I earned my honor sir... and I know not to disrespect others." she said softly, letting a hand fall upon the handle of her sword.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 0:16:21 GMT -5
"Sure you have, young lady. We all do, but those with honor never realize what they have, only those who have lost it do."
Viktor stood up difficultly and wheezed inot his closed fist a few times.
"And those that do ever wonder if they earned it in the first place."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 0:29:00 GMT -5
"That is true... " she said softly. "Might I inquire your name? I am Lady Guinevere of the House of Viperatus." she said sitting up straight as she spoke.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 0:31:59 GMT -5
"Well met, young lady. My name...my name used to be Viktor. I have no name now."
Viktor slumped back down to his seat beneath the tree exhaustedly.
"You may call me Vik, if you must call me anything."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 0:37:30 GMT -5
"Everyone deserves to carry an honorable name..." she said slowly dismounting from her horse. She walked nearer to him, the bottom of her dress dragging across the ground.
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[glow=red,2,300]Since The first time our eyes met, I've loved you. Knowing that we will be together for an eternity and more is the only true happiness I've ever known. Never let me wake from the dream that is your love...[/glow]
