kitsuke
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OOC: A closed thread for myself and HoneyB, thank you.
A mighty stallion charges across the moonlit desert. The sand beneath his great hooves churned and thrown out behind him in a great plume as he surges across the landscape. A rider atop him leans into the wind, no two, a slight form in front of the one that holds the reins. Miles fly underneath as the tireless steed responds to the shouted encouragements of it's master.
Chill night whips past the riders and soon the moon shines fully upon, it's gibbous cant askew against the velvet curtain of darkness. Winds blow from behind and lightning on the horizon foretells impending calamity. Great thunder rings from the sky as clouds rush in from the east. Racing the approaching the approaching storm in all it's terrible grandeur sparks fly from 'neath the strides of the beast on which they ride. Heaving forth with abandon now, as wild as the force from which they run both rider and mount scream with primal rage and break toward nearby hills.
As the first gusts of storm wind blow into them, bringing the drops of freezing water they make it behind the relative safety of a hill. The man dismounts now, leading the horse through a narrow defile now as the smaller figure clings to the saddle. Bolts of nature's fury pepper the landscape as he finds what he seeks, a great oaken door set in the hillside. He heaves it open and the Arabian stallion walks down into it's murk without hesitation, knowing it's destination. Fighting the wind he pulls the door shut behind him, barring it with a stout oaken shaft. He then pulls a long lever next to he doorway and a rumble is heard from outside.
Retreating in to the excvavated hole he finds the horse placidly waiting in it's stall, the other rider dismounting with care. He smiles and takes the saddle from his steed and puts feed out for him.
Taking her hand he leads her down a passage that doubles back on itself twice, coming out nto a low chamber. The darkness is oppressive until with a clack-clack of flint striking steel a torch flares to life. The chamber before them is fairly low, just three or four inches above six feet. A firepit lays in the center, dormant and cold. A pile of animal skins, deer and bear and even great cat lay near it, no other furnishing is obvious. In sconces around the walls lay a few more torches which are lit as they circle the room. A small side corridor leads to a spring that bubbles fresh water and beyond that a bit one woud assume a privy.
He takes her to the pile of skins and smiles, leaving her there as he goes to the far wall where a sizable stack of wood lies. Bringing back a large armful he sets about building the fire, the smoke traveling up and eventually out of two small chimneys in the slightly domed ceiling.
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"Well Honey," I say as the fire catches helped by the torch I carry, "it appears that this is where we will spend our first night." I toss the torch into the fire, it is expendable anyway.
Standing, I move towards her. "How shall it progress?" I ask as I take her in my arms and begin to pull her drenched clothes off of her...
A mighty stallion charges across the moonlit desert. The sand beneath his great hooves churned and thrown out behind him in a great plume as he surges across the landscape. A rider atop him leans into the wind, no two, a slight form in front of the one that holds the reins. Miles fly underneath as the tireless steed responds to the shouted encouragements of it's master.
Chill night whips past the riders and soon the moon shines fully upon, it's gibbous cant askew against the velvet curtain of darkness. Winds blow from behind and lightning on the horizon foretells impending calamity. Great thunder rings from the sky as clouds rush in from the east. Racing the approaching the approaching storm in all it's terrible grandeur sparks fly from 'neath the strides of the beast on which they ride. Heaving forth with abandon now, as wild as the force from which they run both rider and mount scream with primal rage and break toward nearby hills.
As the first gusts of storm wind blow into them, bringing the drops of freezing water they make it behind the relative safety of a hill. The man dismounts now, leading the horse through a narrow defile now as the smaller figure clings to the saddle. Bolts of nature's fury pepper the landscape as he finds what he seeks, a great oaken door set in the hillside. He heaves it open and the Arabian stallion walks down into it's murk without hesitation, knowing it's destination. Fighting the wind he pulls the door shut behind him, barring it with a stout oaken shaft. He then pulls a long lever next to he doorway and a rumble is heard from outside.
Retreating in to the excvavated hole he finds the horse placidly waiting in it's stall, the other rider dismounting with care. He smiles and takes the saddle from his steed and puts feed out for him.
Taking her hand he leads her down a passage that doubles back on itself twice, coming out nto a low chamber. The darkness is oppressive until with a clack-clack of flint striking steel a torch flares to life. The chamber before them is fairly low, just three or four inches above six feet. A firepit lays in the center, dormant and cold. A pile of animal skins, deer and bear and even great cat lay near it, no other furnishing is obvious. In sconces around the walls lay a few more torches which are lit as they circle the room. A small side corridor leads to a spring that bubbles fresh water and beyond that a bit one woud assume a privy.
He takes her to the pile of skins and smiles, leaving her there as he goes to the far wall where a sizable stack of wood lies. Bringing back a large armful he sets about building the fire, the smoke traveling up and eventually out of two small chimneys in the slightly domed ceiling.
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"Well Honey," I say as the fire catches helped by the torch I carry, "it appears that this is where we will spend our first night." I toss the torch into the fire, it is expendable anyway.
Standing, I move towards her. "How shall it progress?" I ask as I take her in my arms and begin to pull her drenched clothes off of her...