Outlawed (Accepting)

[GoldenStateOfMind]

Chris smiled, leering down at Chase. "You think you can try and destroy the Hood and get away with it?" he scoffed. "I should have let Emerald kill you in the first place. But, no, I gave you another chance, a warning, and did you listen? No. Well, it's to late now, Chase. That deal expired long ago. Time's up, soldier." His eyes burned with anger as he drew his sword, keeping his boot placed heavily on the man's throat, and prepared himself for revenge. He should torture him, injure him, let him experience pain. But at the last moment, as the blade of his weapon was about to begin the painful, lingering end, he flicked his wrist and instead plunged directly into the Chase's heart, ending him cleanly and quickly. He stepped off of him and away, the fire gone from his hazel eyes, though he was satisfied and not at all surprised at his final decision. He supposed he had known all along that he wouldn't be able to torture a man, watch him suffer, no matter how much pain he had caused both him and the Hood. That beastly instinct of revenge was not a part of himself, never had been, never would be. And for that, he didn't feel weak, but strong. His eyes lingering on Chase's still form for another moment, the jagged hole in his chest plate, he bent and touched the man's neck, keeping his fingers away from the bloody wound in his chest. There was no pulse. He put his hand directly over the man's mouth. Nothing. Chase was dead. Turning, Chris strutted out of the cave, leaping down the pile of rocks to the ground below. Between two pines, he bent and began to brush away rocks and debris. Then he tested the dirt with his fingers- soft and pliable. Perfect for digging. He returned to the prison and lifted a shovel out of one of the supply bags, heading back over to the place he had cleared. He bug a shallow grave, long and wide, about four feet deep. When he was finished he wiped sweat from his brow and rubbed dirt off his hands. He entered the cave yet again, hung the shovel back up, and emptied a bag of it's meager contents- a few tools, some rope, and a bucket. It was a long bag, used for heavy hauls, and he slid Chase's body into it carefully, holding it closed at the top and slinging it over his shoulder. He had thought to remove his armor and use it for the Hood, but again his softer side took over and he decided to let Chase keep the armor, if not his weapons. He was cautious on the rocky slope down from the cave; Chase was heavy, and he could slip at any moment. When he was safely down, he quickened his pace, his arms aching. A few minutes later they reached the designated burial place, and Chris took no time lowering the body into the pit he had dug and hefting dirt in, filling the gap. He made good time and was pleased at his thorough job. He rinsed his bloody sword off in a small creek he found and put it away. His feet pressed against the ground as he reached the tree fort. He looked for Arowin but found she was no longer in the hammock. The smell of meat was in the air and his stomach growled. He heard a clatter a few yards away and rounded a tree just in time to see Arowin threatening a strange boy that was obviously involved with the King.

Prince Stephan's eyes widened as out of nowhere a handful of ragged-looking warriors dropped from the trees. He stifled a gasp and clutched his crossbow tighter to his chest as he listened to the female's deadly words. "The Hood," he whispered in wonderment. The leader must be that female, Arowin. He couldn't help but grin. He had finally seen the famous outlaws! Looking at their posture, their dirty skin, their torn clothes, their fierce stances it was clear- this must be them. "What do you plan on doing with me?" he asked with curiosity, not at all afraid, despite the fact he wasn't paticularily skilled in fighting. Sinner snorted, tossing his head nervously, his nostrils flaring a warning.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Villager Form:
Name: Saya
Age: 21
Gender: female
Looks: http://costumerenaissance.net/wp-conten ... 00x300.jpg
Personality:sweet, calm, kind
History:please dont ask
Job:cook
Crush:none
Husband/Wife:none(unfortunately)
Family:mother dead, father dead
Other:has a white stallion named Duece (stallion: http://lifecruiser.com/bilder/romeria-white-horse.jpg )
Comments/Suggestions:none

[ET4252]

Jay stuck her head out if the hideout and looked around. She wondered where everyone was, dinner was almost ready and no one was in sight. Jay spotted Arowin confronting a smallish boy and sighed. Spotting Chris Jay called out a greeting and said "more trouble?"

[VanWen]

ooc:
Welcome to the rp! I hope you will fit in with us perfectly and love this rp as much as I have come to love it.

It's ok Launter. We just missed you.

bic:
Arowin scoffed. This was nohing but a child, she didn't care to spill more blood. "Let's see shall we. Either you turn back, or die. The choice is always yours." she said leaning against a tree lazily. A figure appeared behind the intruder on a chestnut.

Rebecca rode past the prince straight to Arowin. She pulled Lara to a halt, bent down and whispered to Arowin. She then cast the prince an apologetic look before spurring her horse on and waiting below the ramp.

Arowin stiffened at Rebecca's words and smiled. "Well, well, well. If it isn't royalty. Why don't you get off that high horse and come take a walk with me?" she asked but before waiting for a reply she flicked a hand and Scout rounded on the horse snapping so that it reared up throwing it's rider. As he fell Arowin darted forwards, caught him and quickly tied his hand tightly behind his back. She then took his weapons away and tossed them away. Scout snapped up the horse's reins and tugged on them leading it forward to the ramp. Arowin lead her prisoner towards where Rebecca was waiting for the ramp to be lowered.

[sicksadworld.]

Diad soon spurred himself into a gallop, he knew where he was going and he became very stallion like, bucking and squealing. Frank sat tight as Diad did his thing and soon arrived at the clearing and the tree, there were hoof and footprints in the fresh snow, which made Frank highly suspicious. He rode Diad forward, dagger in hand, until he rounded the tree to where the ramp was lowered. He saw Arowin holding the Prince, his eyes widened "Arowin what the hell?!" he hissed as he rode up to the pair.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Saya walks outside to Deuce and puts a saddle on him so that she can go to town to get somethings. She goes back in her house and takes her lunch out of the oven area and puts it out to cool before riding into town.

[GoldenStateOfMind]

(( AWWWWW shucks Oh and just warning you, Stephan isn't as helpless as he appears to be, he can think of plans on the spot and he is very fast. It doesn't matter, I have a better role for Stephan to play than prisoner. Take the bait- an idea is hatching! ))

Chris nodded to Jay. "Just what we need, don't you think?" he sighed in exasperation. The "royalty" was of no threat- he would have rode his impressive warhorse straight on by if Arowin had kept quiet. But Chris said nothing, figuring another prisoner wouldn't do much harm, except perhaps the duty of both feeding and guarding the boy, which of course would be left to him. He walked back to the tree and climbed the rope, when suddenly he had a horrible thought- could this be a set up? The prince rides straight into their hands, without a fight, and suddenly the King has both a spy and an excuse to attack. But Chris shook the thought off- he was just paranoid. He nearly ate everything as soon as he smelled it, but instead resisted and collapsed into the hammock, swinging slowly.

Prince Stephan stiffened with shock when he saw the prison girl. His eyes met hers and it stung his pride. He looked sharply away, his jaw set. He felt betrayed, the loneliness of royal life aching and prodding at him. He suddenly strained against his bonds, and though he was skinny and still young, angry at himself for trying to find the guards alone, angry that he was so horribly curious, he still managed to squirm away for just a moment and run at Sinner, who jerked his head up when his master neared. Timing it right, Stephan worked his bound hands out in behind him and placed them quickly against a tree. He kicked a back leg up and used the heavy metal clip of his boot to slice through the rope. From there he wasted no time latching onto Sinner's mane and hauling himself up. He drew a spare weapon, a long dagger, from a pocket of the saddle and brandished it in front of him, his eyes darting around nervously. "Wait until the King hears of your new hiding spot," he threatened, kicking Sinner into a sprint. He hurled through the trees, knowing they would catch him at any minute. Sinner was a warhorse, not built for speed. His bulky black and white body slowed against the stones and branches. The trails were beginning to look familiar, but faintly, from hunting trips past. He was going in the wrong direction. He would never make it too safety. Suddenly a crazy idea struck him, and he turned Sinner sharply west.

[ET4252]

Jay swore when the boy suddenly got away. Acting quickly she whistled sharply for X-Caliber and volted onto him bareback. X-Caliber charged after the horse quickly gaining on him. When the other horse suddenly turned west Jay narrowed her eyes with suspition but kept after him gaining steadily.

[Mentally__Unstable]

Saya rides Deuce through the forest unaware of any of the danger going on not far from where she was.

[VanWen]

Rebecca jumped on Lara, her chestnut thoroughbred and galloped after the prince after a second of begging Arowin to leave him to her. "Wait please!" she called as she reched him. "They won't hurt you! I promise!" she said as Lara slowed to keep pace with the warhorse. "You wanted to find out about them, now is your chance." she said.

Arowin sighed and hoped that Rebecca was right in her decision. She hurried up the ramp with Scout at her heels and smiled at Chris. Her smile masked the worry in her face, had she done the right thing?