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Larry_OHF · 08-26-2002, 11:08 PM

Larry Silverfall

Larry was racing through the woods, nightmares of terror haunting his mind and obscuring his vision as tears swelled up to block his sight and from finding his love. Coming upon a large spot of blood again turned his heart inside-out. A person had layed here, and there were signs of foot-prints coming to this location and leading away from it, aside from the original heavy prints that he had been following. This riddle made no sense, but apparently, Mistral had been wounded and fled to the woods from her abductor, but stopped to catch her breath and then was caught again. There was no sign of a struggle which meant she was severely weakened by this loss of blood. Larry ran on, knowing he was now getting near his goal. Nightblade was unsheathed and cool in his hand in anticipation of what was to come. He would make this person pay.

Larry came upon a house and the door was left ajar. He paused for a moment...wondering if he should run through and begin cutting anyone in his path that was not Mistral...or sneak up and catch the assailants by surprise...for now Larry was sure that it would have taken a small army to hold Mistral down for so long. At that moment, he did not know what to do. He half-heartedly looked to his treasured blade as though it could tell him the answer.

08-26-2002, 11:08 PM	#101
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Larry Silverfall Larry was racing through the woods, nightmares of terror haunting his mind and obscuring his vision as tears swelled up to block his sight and from finding his love. Coming upon a large spot of blood again turned his heart inside-out. A person had layed here, and there were signs of foot-prints coming to this location and leading away from it, aside from the original heavy prints that he had been following. This riddle made no sense, but apparently, Mistral had been wounded and fled to the woods from her abductor, but stopped to catch her breath and then was caught again. There was no sign of a struggle which meant she was severely weakened by this loss of blood. Larry ran on, knowing he was now getting near his goal. Nightblade was unsheathed and cool in his hand in anticipation of what was to come. He would make this person pay. Larry came upon a house and the door was left ajar. He paused for a moment...wondering if he should run through and begin cutting anyone in his path that was not Mistral...or sneak up and catch the assailants by surprise...for now Larry was sure that it would have taken a small army to hold Mistral down for so long. At that moment, he did not know what to do. He half-heartedly looked to his treasured blade as though it could tell him the answer.