Whiskey In The Jar

Silvano Sadira · 03-02-2012, 03:30 PM

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I feel like such a fucking derp :|

Silvano was not a very good knight, especially as his training had long since stopped and his horse was only a year old now. Still a yearling, the horse couldn't be ridden just yet, though his back was slowly being trained up to the horses. So he did his duty as best as he could on his own. Oak had approached him about a patrol to check on Mars and see the man had left entirely. Even though he did not foresee much of a threat, Silvano took his obsidian daggers and stuck them into his belt. It was within easy reach, but the man, again, really doubted that he would have to use them.

The village had been relatively deserted, and the man could hardly smell the other man's presence. It was there, but it lingered. It was fading. Mars had to have left. Silvano relaxed a little when the smell failed to get stronger. Oak peered down an alley and approached a building with murky windows. Turning away, he looked down the abandoned street, ignoring the eerie air of absence. He half expected tumbleweeds to roll down the cracking cement. The buildings seemed faded, decaying, but still in relatively good form. About to approach one, Oak called out to him.

Silvano turned and caught his smirk. Slightly confused, he saw the name of the place and his own look mimicked the other males. "Maybe. You think we'll find some?" he asked softly as he approached the door. He pushed it gently, and found it slow to budge open. Growling, he shoved it hard and forced it with a clank against the wall. Dust swirled in the path of the doorway, the light showing it in the air. "I almost think we should hold our breaths," he said, rather dismally.

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