06-25-2009, 06:43 AM
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Near the base of the hillside were two soldiers in green and silver armor. As dark as it was, the green of their vestments easily blended them with their verdant surroundings.
"Man, it's freezing," compained one of the two. "We've been here for hours. When will we get to see some more action?"
The other soldier squinted his eyes as he scanned the horizon. Dawn was soon approaching.
"It's finally happening, though. All the years. All the planning. And Balthus returning," he continued. "Wow."
Movement near the hilltop caught the other soldier's attention. A stirring in the grass. Slipping his hand around to the bow strapped to his back, he keeps his eyes focused on the brush.
"It sure does seem like an honor to work for the Balthus the Dark."
Arrow knocked... the bowstring pulled back and ready. The soldier waited patiently.
"It looks like everything we planned will be coming happening now."
Now.
The arrow was loosed. A small, shrill squeal sounded as the soldier hit his mark. The rabbit shuddered then fell limp.
"Nice shot."
From behind the two, another soldier arrived. After placing his gloved hand upon the silent guard's shoulder, the silent guard turned on his heels and walked towards the camp.
"Oh, man," the first soldier moaned as he watched his partner walk away.
"What?"
"That guy just wouldn't shut up."
Time was running out as dawn approached.
Elyssa didn't really care if Alston was able to catch up or not. He was just a convenience. If he was able to follow and not get caught, she could use him for more menial tasks. If he was spotted, she would just use him as a decoy. For her, he was a mere tool.
He has to be here, she grimaced. That bastard.
She spotted him entering the camp days ago, like a wounded dog returning to the rest of the pack. He must be licking his wounds, she thought. Her prey wasn't one to be trifled with. He's killed hundreds for the dark order. Killed or worse.
As he did her mother.
Douleurs is going to die.
Near the base of the hillside were two soldiers in green and silver armor. As dark as it was, the green of their vestments easily blended them with their verdant surroundings.
"Man, it's freezing," compained one of the two. "We've been here for hours. When will we get to see some more action?"
The other soldier squinted his eyes as he scanned the horizon. Dawn was soon approaching.
"It's finally happening, though. All the years. All the planning. And Balthus returning," he continued. "Wow."
Movement near the hilltop caught the other soldier's attention. A stirring in the grass. Slipping his hand around to the bow strapped to his back, he keeps his eyes focused on the brush.
"It sure does seem like an honor to work for the Balthus the Dark."
Arrow knocked... the bowstring pulled back and ready. The soldier waited patiently.
"It looks like everything we planned will be coming happening now."
Now.
The arrow was loosed. A small, shrill squeal sounded as the soldier hit his mark. The rabbit shuddered then fell limp.
"Nice shot."
From behind the two, another soldier arrived. After placing his gloved hand upon the silent guard's shoulder, the silent guard turned on his heels and walked towards the camp.
"Oh, man," the first soldier moaned as he watched his partner walk away.
"What?"
"That guy just wouldn't shut up."
* * *
Time was running out as dawn approached.
Elyssa didn't really care if Alston was able to catch up or not. He was just a convenience. If he was able to follow and not get caught, she could use him for more menial tasks. If he was spotted, she would just use him as a decoy. For her, he was a mere tool.
He has to be here, she grimaced. That bastard.
She spotted him entering the camp days ago, like a wounded dog returning to the rest of the pack. He must be licking his wounds, she thought. Her prey wasn't one to be trifled with. He's killed hundreds for the dark order. Killed or worse.
As he did her mother.
Douleurs is going to die.