OOC: this seems like a fun place to be! I wish Dundee comes along as well. anyhows, never RPed with Legolas, so whats up bud?
I had a brief game with Mistral, ahem, good experience [img]smile.gif[/img] **Tsang recalled sweet encounter with delightful expression** damn pervert
and RPed with Larry too, though we never met. I dont know whats going on here as the thread is too long to read, can I just join any group?
Osprey Miroreagke
IC:
The mage stumbled and fell into the knee deep mud pool. Choking violently, he struggled to stand up, only to fell once more. His robe was soaked and tainted by the muddy water. Breathing heavily, he batted away the mud and water in his eyes, and dragged his way out of the mud. Looking back fearfully once, he ran on with full speed, leaving a trail of muddy foot prints.
A loud horse neighing came out from the forest he was in, seconds later a horse man charged through the thicks bushs and caught up with the still running mage. Sword in hand, the man on horse closed in his distance with the mage rapidly. The man laughed mockingly at the mage's futile escaping attempt, then with a great yelp, he swing his sword flatly.
Without thinking, the mudded mage darted headlong into the ground, and rolled several rounds before he break the momuntem. The horse man charged pass, and made a circle then turned back. Slowly, the man drove his horse towards the mage, who sat on the ground. The mage cluntched his teeth tightly, eyes shut with humiliation, heavy breath mixed sweat. A low sound almost like a moan escaped his throat.
The man heard the sound, and laughed out loud "So you claim to be a mage huh? stuttering boy?" The mage lowered his head, the all too familiar humiliation had caught up with him again. He forcefully tried to move his lips, which seemed to be glued together at the moment. A low cry came out, he cluncthed his fists on the dirt, and fiercely nailed into it. Feeling the pain, he raised his eyes suddenly and pierced into the man's taunting stare.
"Hahahahaha, what are you trying to do?" The man spat to the side and looked back to Osprey "now let me teach you a lesson, stutter boy. Don't try to be a hero if you ..." before he could finish, the mage flashed out his both hands and let go the dirt in his grips. Thousands of sandy dirts struck the horse's face. The horse neighed in shock and jumped and leaped and stood up on its back feet as its eyes were stung by the small missles, and lost their visions. The man yelled in surprised as he was thrown off the horse, and fell on the ground heavily. The horse kicked wildly and ran in a patternless circle, lifting dirts and dusts all about. The bandit tried to get on his feet, but was kicked in the chest by a pair of powerful horse legs. With a low grunt, he fell back once more and lost his concious.
Minutes passed before the blind horse finally ran off, Osprey dragged himself up. He moved cautiously to the unconcious man, and took away his sword as fast as he could. Then stood there motionlessly, he closed his eyes, letting the humilitions subside.
"Motiers mar...ma.. mmm .. mmm mar vvvvv..." Teeth clutched tightly, he slapped himself frustratedly "speak! speak!! speak!!!" Finally, exhausion took over, he closed his teary eyes and shook his head in defeat. A beautiful face gradually took place in his weary mind, replaced anger and pain... he sighed lightly.
Reaching down his chest, he took out an animal totem, a panther, and gently pressed it against his lips. "I love you dear" he silently voiced... Without giving a second look, he dragged himself off the dirt road, and continued on...