Scarlet Rain ||Medieval Rp||

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

A N I Y A nodded at Blake, watching him do. South. That was away from the temple in the very place she didn't want to go but she'd ignore that nd go anyway. Sighing, she looked down at Oliver and then gently ran er hand along his cheek.
"You're a brave man Oliver. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," she whispered to him, even though she knew he was asleep and couldn't hear him.

[mewmew.]

Luka walked along with the two and snorted in half annoyence. When they came out to the front of his home his mind quickly thought of his bay stallion in the stables. Crittenden was somewhere among his many horses. He heart sunk, what would happen to his prized horse. "Oh, can we get on with it?" Luka snorted. He had lost all of his noble grace at this moment. He felt broken with the arrest, crushed knowing somewhere in his home Ysmay would slowly die, he actually felt a twang of fear of what was going to happen to him.

[The Logical Rattie]

Fredrick sneered in the direction of Luka "Oh. Eager to see your new accommodations?" He asked as he led over one of the horses that belonged to one of his dead men. He gestured for Luka to mount the beast and mounted his large horse. The stallion snorted, eyeing Luka with have a mind to bite the man, for he felt the tension between his rider and the human on the ground.

Oliver stirred at her touch, a sleepy smile appearing on his lips "Aniya...? Is time to wake?" He asked in a sleepy mumble, his blue eyes opening slightly-- to the point where just a sliver of blue was visible. "No... You... should sleep." He said, his eyes closing once more. He was awfully tired.

[Inupait]

Ren gave Lamya a mortified look "Her name is Alexis, is she alright?" Ren was furious with herself, she had abandoned Alex to the danger of these unknown riders. she pulled her bow free and held it to Tavin's side, at this action the stallion's ears swivelled to her, his attention completely pricked to what she was doing, all thoughts of impressing the palomino mare were gone. Ren knocked and arrow as they drew nearer to the stream. She was terrified of what she might find.


Gavin was about to return to the King when he remembered the stable, he had a soft spot for horses and the thought of leaving them to suffer the same fate as Yasmay sickened him. He sent the servants out to the king and headed for the stable, the duke was sure to have many fine steads. when he entered the stable he was not disappointed, his eyes drew to a blood bay stallion, he was incredibly handsome and well bred. Gavin found a lead-shank and fastened it to the stallions halter before leading him out into the courtyard. "Your Highness" he called. "Your kingdom could also always use more cavalry horses" he called his eyes focused on the stallion, "The Duke has generously donated several fine head" he said with an almost cruel smile at Luka, "would you mind me keeping this one for myself?" Gavin knew that Luka had never intended the stallion to be one of war, and in his mind horses had no place on a battlefield.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

A N I Y A shook her head and then moved her hand away from his cheek.
"Sorry Oliver. I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered, knowing that one of them needed to stay awake and he needed the rest more than she did. Slowly she pulled the blanket from around her shoulders over him, "but you need the rest more than I do."

[Blue Charge]

Lord Raoul leaped back from her first attack and attempted to block her second, smacking her sword away before he retreated quickly, his eyes narrowed on her as he circled. His dark eyes were focused on her intently, though was a slight grin on his lips. Without warning he lunged forward and launched into a series of attacks known to nobles as The Dragon's Dance. He moved around her, his blade a glint of sliver as it fluttered in the air. He stopped his blade before it touched her, but kept her blade busy all the same.

Aricia had some luck it seemed making some very close calls. She was doing better than she imagined, but as he pushed forward with a flurry of attacks that her arm could manage, yet her leg could not. She fell as the pain in the leg had killed her, she forced herself back as to not get a sword in her chest. Landing on her back her sword flew from her hand and she groaned. "I... Er, I'm bested it seems" she said not much of a smile on her face.

She took a bit though managed to sit up, she let her sword sit on the ground her worry morre on her leg at the time. She took off the leather brace and sighed. "I really am better at talk than anything." she said remembering her father's words. Putting her brace back on she got herself up. Limping to the bench again she stared at her sword that was left on the ground. "I wonder if being a warrior was what I was meant for. Maybe it's just. Swords? I'm okay at archery. But maybe. A warrior is not what I'm supposed to be"

[The Logical Rattie]

Fredrick's gaze slid to Gavin and he grinned at the man through the quickly falling darkness. He barked at the servants to tie all of the horses (the men's and the Duke's) together so they might be led to the palace before he bade them to mount up. He finally turned his attention to the eager Gavin "Oh. I suppose since the Duke is so generous, its time for you to have a fine new steed." He drawled out. "Are we ready now, my friends? I have some things to take care of before the day is done." He questioned lazily, his eyes flicking to Jay for a split moment.

Lamya bit her lip. She couldn't quite see. There was a fog in the vision. She frowned in thought as she gently slowed Sandspirit, the mare obeyed, her ears focused intently on her mistress. Sandspirit suddenly stopped as the wind shifted, bringing her a scent. She suddenly perked up and released a powerful whinny. Three answers greeted her and Lamya broke into a smile "The riders are friends. Spirit knows the horses." her eyes went blank for a moment as the sight finally showed her whom had approached the camp, and she grinned "Its Master Cooper." She said, suddenly relaxing.

Lord Raoul instantly sheathed his sword as her's went flying "It seems." he agreed a bit grimly as he offered his hand to her as she stood with pain. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. But I give you props for lasting as long as you did. Some men at full health have trouble lasting half a minute." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. He listened to her and shook his head instantly "No! Don't think like that. A warrior isn't just about swords." He said instantly. As she moved to the bench he moved and picked up her sword before following her and silently offering it to her.

Oliver smiled slightly and sat up, shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes, looking very boyish for a moment. "Naw. Aniya... I've slept awhile." he said, yawning. He refused the blanket, firmly wrapping it about "It's your..." He yawned "...your turn. I'll wake you if I feel the need to." He promised, reaching out to touch her cheek with feather-light fingers. If she didn't comply, he had a handy spell to put a person to sleep. She looked tired and he didn't quite like it.

[Inupait]

Gavine smiled at his new horse, gently stroking the stallions graceful neck. "Ready when you are" he said smoothly. he whistles to Tempest. the Little mare eyed him accusingly as she stared at him and the stallion, but she eventually came to his side. Gavin stroked her cheek gently and she shook her head, he couldn't trust her to behave right now, not with so many new horses. so he moved his saddle to the bay and put the halter on her instead. Tempest gave him a dejected look when she realized that he could be riding a different horse and layer her ears back ungratefully. when the king's attention was elsewhere he turned to the duke. "Whats his name?"


Ren listened the the responding whinnies and relaxed returning the bow and arrow to the protection of their casings. Tavin's ears were now perked forwards as he returned a high noted neigh to the other horses. when they finally reached the little camp that her and Alex had made she slid from Tavin's back and looked at alex guiltily, what if they hadn't been friendly, Ren had left Alex practically defenceless. Ren was unbelievably relieved to see that Alex was alright.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

A N I Y A let out a loud sigh an then glanced down at the hand on her face, smiling before taking it in her own for a moment.
"May I check your shoulder first?" she asked, though she did not wait for a reply, checking the wound gingerly, her tired eyes narrowed before she sighed, settling down beside him, her hed resting against his side before she closed her eys, not really wanting to rest, though sleep overtook her, making her look at peace, as if any worry washed from her face.

[mewmew.]

Luka ignored the kings words as he mounted up onto the small looking horse for a soldier. He then turned and watched Gavin with a deadly glare as he walked towards the group with the beautiful thick necked bay stallion. He watched his stallions demeanor, all around the horse was strange things that Crittenden felt unsure about. With all these strange horses and smell of blood there was no doubt in Luka's mind that Crittenden was a ticking time bomb. He honestly didn't care about the rest of his horses, but Crittenden was his prized horse, he rode this horse the most and knew every little thing about the animal, including temperament towards strangers. When Gavin asked Luka for the animals name Luka grinned in a snake like smile with no reply to the question. He felt like the only thing he could do now was stay silent to every question. He gave a sharp whistle after Gavin had saddled up a very uneasy Crittenden. At the sound of the whistle the bay raised up in a rear and started bucking. The horse jumped and threw his head, scattering this way. He eventually pulled the reins loose from Gavin's hand and bucked all the way back towards the stable. Luka sat upon his mount laughing at the sight.

(I want to put a picutre with Crittenden. So here he is. He would probably be an Andalusian if he was a special breed. Just a reminder he is known as a courser horse not a specific breed.)