((Sorry guys! I went unactive because I just don't have enough time anymore to RP and keep up my dA account. And I typed up a few goodbye posts, but couldn't bring myself to post them. And so I've finally decided that hey, you know what? I like all the RPs I'm in right now, and they're fun, so I think I'm going to try and stick around.
I apologize for the wait! Now for a post, finally...
oh and wildmagic, starry-knight RPs Bullet))
Alex dragged his gaze away from the green-eyed girl's, turned around quickly and walked out the door with his purchases in hand. He did not returned the howdy, but the look he'd given her looked almost sorry- before returning to his usual unreadable blankness.
As soon as Alex stepped out, the scent of smoke curled around him, and he breathed it in like perfume. He watched the blaze fearlessly, hypnotized like a mosquito attracted to an oil lamp, standing still amid the flying embers even as others ran. He felt the warmth hit his face and blow his hat off his head. The fire hit his yellow eyes like copper, so reflective that the flames seem to dance in his eyes.
Fire, oh, how he loved it.
A shrill, panicked scream that morphed into loud braying sliced through his fog. Shawnee, still tied to the hitching post, was freaking out. The mule kicked and struggled, her long ears pinned to her head and the whites of her eyes like half moons. "Shhhh! Shhhh!" Alex clicked his tongue and talked to her softly, calming her enough to saddle up. He scooped up his hat and jumped up.
"Ah, lad, please 'elp! C'mon now!" it was the shop keeper, who thrust a sloshing bucket of water into Alex's hands, "My store's catching fire!"
Alex stared back at the old man blankly before a kind of terrible smile spread across his lips, the kind that looked like he was grinning yet baring his teeth at the same time. He dropped the bucket carelessly,"That's your problem, now ain't it, old man?" He gave Shawnee a nudge, wheeled around and took off.
Some moxy e's got! Giving me that look like he'd like to string me up, then 'specting me to help him! That flannel-headed grampa probably woulda sicked the sheriff on me if there weren't a fire. Karma's a b*tch, huh?
When they had left that wretched town in the dust, Alex slowed Shawnee slightly, then suddenly to a trot. Someone was up ahead. He squinted, but still could tell exactly who or what. Somebody, or somebodies, riding horses. Alex tugged at his bandanna apprehensively. He'd had enough trouble for today.