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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 21, 2005 23:48:57 GMT -5
Penelope kept herself busy by doing the chores ont he farm. generally it use to take the three of them to do them. no it was only her. she worked from early sunrise to late night. never once was a hair misplaced or damaged on her red head. her big brown eyes had grown soft, her skins tanned from the rays, she tried to cover up her skin. after all she was modest:
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 23:58:10 GMT -5
Viktor rode the farm roads this day. All was familiar. He remembered planning his strategy five years ago around this very farm house. It became a fortress in the attack, a pivotal point. The last point to fall in his attack. He remembers the carnage all too well. The palce of his last stand. The scars of the war were no where to be seen. Only green earth and repaired building. A new family lived and worked here.
There was a girl working in the gardens not far fro mthe farmhouse. He merely nudged his horse on.
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:01:01 GMT -5
penelope looked up and saw a man on a horse. she was cautious as always was watching him. she remembered everything that had happened here. she saw her parents murdered, while she lay hidden. she placed down a water bucket and watched him ride past her:
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:03:58 GMT -5
Ashe rode past something else familiar caught his eye. He angled his horse around and stopped.
"You, girl, stand up."
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:06:50 GMT -5
penelope stood up her. her long red hair fell onto her back, reaching mid waist. her dress was patched with dirt she even had some dirt on her ample breast. her big brown eyes did not meet with his, she remembered her stature: yes my lord :she bowed pleasently:
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:16:41 GMT -5
Viktor regarded the dirty face. There was something vaguely familiar.
"How old are you, girl?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:18:35 GMT -5
penelope still with her eyes down: 18 my lord, is there anything you wish
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:27:00 GMT -5
Viktor unsaddled himself and walked up to the girl, he put a hand on her chin and lifted her face up from its place looking at the ground. He studied it for a moment, then it came to him.
"Where were you five years ago, girl?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:29:34 GMT -5
Penelope- I was here sir :she adverted her eyes to the ground while keeping her head up: if that is not the answer you seek sir please forgive me
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:35:09 GMT -5
A strange smile crossed Viktor's lips.
"You were here were you? There was a war here, young one. A bloody war, not fit for young ones. What did you do in that war?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:36:48 GMT -5
i hide sir, my parents told me to hide. :penelope kept her eyes to the ground. her big brown eyes began to sweel with tears, she pushed back her tears. she did not want to show weakness:
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:38:52 GMT -5
"Your parents were farmers? They farmed this very land? Tell me, did they die five years ago?
He could already recalled the beggin farmer and his pleading wife. They begged him not to take their farm and use it. He begged him to spare them. He did not.
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:40:29 GMT -5
penelope nodded her head: yes sir : she took a deep breath:
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:50:10 GMT -5
"Tell me of the man that killed them, young one? Did you get a good look at him?"
Viktor leaned in and whispered into her ear.
"Did he look like...me?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 22, 2005 0:53:26 GMT -5
:she nodded softly and spoke in such an innocent tone: if your here to finish the line, you might as well do it :her left hand swept away her hair from her neck, revealing beautiful cream skin:
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