The Age of Steam and Steel [Realistic Wild West RP]

[Vanendra]

Viletta dabbed at the knife wound, her back to the others as she wondered where she would go next. She couldn't go north, it was far too cold for her in the north, and she couldn't go home or else she'd have to marry that monster. Putting the towel into one of the saddle bags, Viletta then untied Chestnut from the post and mounted him. A little mouse had darted out from under the pub and scared her horse, causing him to freak out and head towards the two men who were talking. "Whoa boy! stop!" Viletta tried to say as calmly as she could with her arms wrapped tight around a horse's neck.

[starry--knight]

[Oh Thomas. You...you animal whisperer you. *points finger]

Thomas was hoping for at least a response, but he heard and out of the corner of his eye, saw a horse darting towards them. With a firm, yet gentle voice Thomas said "Stop" He stood in front of the barreling horses path, his hands outstretched. The horse appeared to Be slowing, and with a firm hand he grabbed the reigns and steadied the steed. He stroked the horses muzzle before looking at the passenger. "Are you alright?" he asked her.

[Vanendra]

(lol)

"just dandy, my boyfriend stabs me and my horse goes crazy" Viletta sighed, "I'm havin the best day ever lemme tell ya" She grumbled sarcastically as she fixed her hair a bit and checked to make sure that the stolen money didn't fall from her pocket. "Thank you for stopping him though." she smiled at him kindly.

[starry--knight]

Thomas tipped his hat to her. "Not a problem miss. It's the least I can do. If you want I could stitch that thing up for ya." he said referring to her cut. He let go of the reigns after he felt confident the horse was settled. His brown eyes were sparkling with the excitement that had just occurred, his heart was beating a bit faster. It was the daily thrill he got. Especially when he went into town.

[Vanendra]

"Oh would you?! It stings and keeps breakin open." Viletta slid off of her horse and got the towel out to dab at the cut again. Looking at the towel she noticed fresh blood, "I mean, I would pay ya anythin ta stitch it up for me!" That was a lie but she hoped that if she kept acting like a helpless woman that this man's kindness would lead him to stitch her wound for free.

[starry--knight]

"Just follow me up to my house, I'll stitch it up there." He said turning on his heel and picking up the reign and saddle he had dropped while trying to stop the horse. He walked over to his stallion and placed the reigns on before strapping on the saddle. The stallion snorted uneasily but was quickly hushed by Thomas. Thomas swung up into the saddle and stopped next to the woman.

[Vanendra]

"Thank you" Viletta smiled happily as she slid back onto Chestnut and fixed his reigns. "Be good this time, ya hear?" she scolded her horse quietly before tapping Chestnut's side with the heel of her boot. Following this strange guy, Viletta wondered how far his house was. She didn't want to wait too long for the stitches.

[starry--knight]

Thomas began riding towards the outskirts of town, his house could be seen out in the distance, surrounded by dust and the rolling fields of green. The stallion trotted up the path, kicking up dirt on the path. He stopped at his front porch and slid off, tying the reigns to the porch posts. He walked inside and began shifting through his cabnet looking for the medical supplies. A few minutes later he returned with a small box, which contained stitches, different sized needles, cloth and gauze.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Jukebox, accepted. I'm really, really sorry that I haven't been able to get on and roleplay; I still won't be able to, at least not for today. Just sort of carry on, do what you like for the time being. Nothing too big, though. Again, I apologize ><;;]

[Hound 2]

[[Thanks!]]

"Uhhh.." His slumped body was again the side of of a tavern, and the sound of Viletta's horse freaking out had woke him up. Aaron looked around, trying to remember why he was out in a small town, knocked out at the side of an old saloon. "Huh?" He grunted as he noticed drool on his shirt, and being annoyed, wiped it off hastily, immediately getting up and straightening his cloths, smoothing down his pants and hat. His movement were stiffed, each perfected and planned, carefully lifting up his hat to smooth down his hair. However, despite how he moved, his mind felt slurred up, but he was able to recognize his albino horse, Leviathan. Stumbling over, he managed to chug down some water attached to the saddle, and things began to clear up.
Somehow, he had gotten drunk at the saloon, probably because he was angry about something, but he didn't care what.

Therefore, he must have stumbled out the saloon's door and lied down to rest. Quietly, he saddled up on his horse, turning him around to Viletta, with an open wound, on her chestnut horse. He figured he would burn down the saloon in punishment later, pushing away the idea of raising all their money. He rode over, not noticing Thomas, though Aaron was sometimes quite recognizable by what he wore, a sign of his once wealth. "Shadow, what are ya doing 'round here?" His words were still slightly slurred, his face still emotionless and grim.