03-06-2011, 03:07 AM
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The Souls of the Dead don't Float to the Other World; I Pry them from the Living and throw them into the Abyss of Death.
OOC: Dum De Dum. WC:836 Undertaker sat upon his wagon, as it went over the bump land, things often bouncing. His long fingers and large hands were hidden by his black cloak, as he whipped the reins gently to make Panda go a bit faster. She simply grunted grumpily in reply, but she continued on with a bit more speed. Undertaker's hat was firmly upon his head, but the crooked part was whipping a bit, along with his silver hair, as the braids often collided with his face. He yawned lightly, and soon cackled softly. It was still pretty early, he had woken up just awhile ago. He scratched his visible neck scar, and then his visible face scar that itched a bit. His bangs were in front of his green yellow eye, and his scarlet eye. He soon yawned again, and stopped slowly as he stopped Panda. Panda whinnied softly with happiness, as she felt the soft sea breeze. Undertaker stretched, revealing scars and long arms. He shook himself, before he jumped off the wagon. He walked slowly over to Panda, and pet her nose softly, mumbling soft Italian words. The horse was pretty large, the perfect size for the huge eight foot male. He took of the reins, and grabbed a rope from the front of the wagon. He grabbed the reins, and placed it into one of his many pockets. He then let her roam a bit, before he grabbed a saddle from the wagon. Time to Ride.
Undertaker grabbed the brown saddle, that was quite good. He placed it over Panda's back, in which she grunt, and glared a bit at Undertaker, since he had interrupted her eating. He chuckled, and pulled a red apple out of one of his many pockets. Panda's ear's perked, and she whinnied happily, and began to lick at the Undertaker's face. He laughed, not cackled, laughed. He then said, in a normal, deep voice, "WHOA! Whoa girl! Here, enough! Enough Panda!" He put out his hand, and let her eat the delicious apple right up. Of course, before he handed it to her, he had taken out the core, and split it into pieces. She ate up one piece at a time, and placed her head into his hand. He stroked her forehead, and smiled soon. He then sat on the grass next to her, and began to think. Panda lowered her head once more to begin eating again, grunting here and there as she moved her beautiful and noble head. Search for weapons? Drugs? Smokes? Hay? Books? Books and smokes, that's what he had decided. He rose from the ground, and was about to mount Panda, before he noticed a few flowers. He looked at them for a minute, fascinated, and he soon reached down to retrieve some of the flowers. He was surprised they were even there, it was winter. Right? He was unsure if it was winter. He never knew. He simply shrugged, and put them into one of the pockets, causing the beautiful tops to stick out slightly of the pocket. He then mounted Panda, and put everything on, and whipped the reins lightly, and Panda soon grunted, and began into a brisk trot.
That brisk trot soon broke into a quick gallop, the majestic animal wanting to go faster and faster, till her heart exploded. Of course, Undertaker would never let that happen to his dear Panda. He leaned a bit forward, going faster, his hair whipping behind him, the cloak flowing freely. They soon arrived at a fairly familiar place, a place that sold books. He stopped Panda at the front of the store, and unmounted. He jumped off, and she grunted, unhappy that they stopped running. Undertaker gave a short cackle, before he entered the store, looking for various books. His eyes wandered through the broken down store, and sighed. Many of the books were destroyed, but it seemed that some were in pretty good condition. He grabbed a nearby book, which seemed to be in pretty nice condition. He looked at the cover, which he spoke aloud, "Edgar... Allan... Poeos? Pios? Poe... Poe! Edgar Allan Poe!" Undertaker grabbed the book, and soon walked out towards the slightly wandering Panda. He grabbed her by the reins, gently, and stroked her nose, before putting the book into one of the many bags on the horse. He mounted on top of Panda once more, but now, he felt a bit lost. Where the hell could he find some smokes around here? He sighed, and cackled gently as he realized that a piece of glass was lodged into his arm. He was bleeding quite badly, but of course, he didn't feel it. He couldn't. It tickled almost. He pulled out the bloody glass piece, and threw it at the ground. He began to ride, in a slow walk, searching for somewhere to get some cigarettes. While he rode slowly, the horse hoofs clacking lightly, he licked at his wound, while laughing out loud.