Post by Zoey Abercrombie on Aug 24, 2009 16:56:54 GMT
This is from another rp.
The sound of a horse galloping through the forest, sent echoes breaking the eerie silence. The rider in question, was wearing a dark blue cloak, white shirt, black breeches and boots. The outfit had been designed to be inconspicuous, after all the rider didn't want to attract any attention. His hands looked as though he had never done any difficult work in his life, as he gripped tightly to the reigns. His short brown hair was an uncontrollable mess at this moment in time, a very unusual state for it to be in. This was mainly due to riding on horseback for nearly six hours. It had been nearly three hours since he had entered the forest itself, a first for anyone from the town he hailed from. No one ever came this way, but of course, today was different. His eyes scanned the path ahead for any creatures that dared to cross his path. The emerald eyes, something he could not change, the only clue to his identity. For everyone knew that only a select few had emerald eyes and they weren't the kind of folk to go riding through this particular forest. So the young man's name? Eldyn, heir to the throne of these lands. A name was given to you, you can never choose your name, only what you do with it. However he had come prepared for trouble, as it was always advised by his parents whenever travelling unaccompanied. Not that they could help him now. However, he was not carrying a sword just to please them. No. It was simply because of thieves and such which often tried to slit his purse even though he never carried more than a couple of coins.
The sword was silver in colour, with a copper handle and guard marked with the royal crest. Not one of the finest swords in the weaponry but grand enough. The only other sign of his identity apart from the sword and the eyes which were a giveaway, was the ring which he wore on his right hand. Silver in metal with a sapphire stone, one of his favourites. The young prince was fleeing for his life, hoping that the forest would provide a sanctuary from the soldiers several miles behind. They wouldn't dare to enter the forest, no, most of them were terrified of even thinking about it. He looked ahead as the trees appeared to be thinning as he broke out into the eastern clearing.
The sound of a horse galloping through the forest, sent echoes breaking the eerie silence. The rider in question, was wearing a dark blue cloak, white shirt, black breeches and boots. The outfit had been designed to be inconspicuous, after all the rider didn't want to attract any attention. His hands looked as though he had never done any difficult work in his life, as he gripped tightly to the reigns. His short brown hair was an uncontrollable mess at this moment in time, a very unusual state for it to be in. This was mainly due to riding on horseback for nearly six hours. It had been nearly three hours since he had entered the forest itself, a first for anyone from the town he hailed from. No one ever came this way, but of course, today was different. His eyes scanned the path ahead for any creatures that dared to cross his path. The emerald eyes, something he could not change, the only clue to his identity. For everyone knew that only a select few had emerald eyes and they weren't the kind of folk to go riding through this particular forest. So the young man's name? Eldyn, heir to the throne of these lands. A name was given to you, you can never choose your name, only what you do with it. However he had come prepared for trouble, as it was always advised by his parents whenever travelling unaccompanied. Not that they could help him now. However, he was not carrying a sword just to please them. No. It was simply because of thieves and such which often tried to slit his purse even though he never carried more than a couple of coins.
The sword was silver in colour, with a copper handle and guard marked with the royal crest. Not one of the finest swords in the weaponry but grand enough. The only other sign of his identity apart from the sword and the eyes which were a giveaway, was the ring which he wore on his right hand. Silver in metal with a sapphire stone, one of his favourites. The young prince was fleeing for his life, hoping that the forest would provide a sanctuary from the soldiers several miles behind. They wouldn't dare to enter the forest, no, most of them were terrified of even thinking about it. He looked ahead as the trees appeared to be thinning as he broke out into the eastern clearing.
