A Battle of Bows

Frodo Silvertongue · 05-04-2012, 11:19 AM

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They carried onwards, not particularly on the road to anywhere, until Frodo saw a flash of red scale a tree like a monkey. He'd never seen such a thing, and watched the blur of red hitch itself onto branches and be still. It had moved so much like a monkey would, that at first, Frodo thought that was indeed what it was. But there was definitely nothing of the sort in these parts...no, they prefered the more exotic areas, that Frodo had personally visited on several occasions. Still, the figure interested him, and it was out of curiosity that he sped up Strider's gait from a hunched trot to a determined canter. Luperci and horse made straight for Sebastian, and as they grew ever-closer, Frodo could sense a little better of what the red creature was.

Frodo inhaled, and smelt canine. He looked up and saw the tell-tale shape of a wolf, and the masculine curves of a male. Not to mention he knew all that from smell, but he was traditional and liked to use his eyes; he was more of a sighthound than anything. But the next thing he saw, before he'd got too close, was that the stranger was brandishing a weapon. A weapon suspiciously similar to his own favourite. And it was pointed straight at him. Or rather, his horse. With a gasp, the Silvertongue male drew out his own bow and unsheathed an arrow, shoving the peacock-feathered rim to rest on the string as he pointed a threat straight back. Silently, the man let his horse canter around the tree once before pulling Strider to a halt at its base. Hey! he called up and out, not exactly angry, but more confused. Now, put yer trinket down, an' no-one need get plastered. he urge calmly, jutting his chin out in a smooth motion, his motive to draw Sebastian into a sense of security, so that he'd lay down the bow. For the moment, he supposed that the stranger was mad with hunger or something, to be threatening a horse from beneath his legs, but there might be a chance he was just randomly angry. If so, Frodo's calm manner would be the solution. The thought never occurred to the black, ginger, and dyed-golden boy that Sebastian didn't like - or was scared - of horses in general. Because that thought would be irrelevant to someone like Frodo. Because in his mind, nobody disliked horses. That was probably from his own experiences, however. He was a gypsy, and gypsy's loved horses...how could they not, when horses did all their work? People relied on these fine creatures since technology had diminished.

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