Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2012 0:05:40 GMT -8
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Exhausted from travel, a girl of 19 years walked next to her large white mount. The girl wore nothing more than a brown tang top, black jeans, and her normal weapons - two daggers and a gun. Her mount had a black war saddle and bridle - the reins were tied out of the way - and carried a few bags of belongings. The poor beast's head was hung low from the miles of hard terrain and barely any rest. His pelt was stained black from the dirt, grim, and sweat.
The woods they were wondering now was dead. No water. Not enough shade to protect them from the rising sun. No sign of life. In a twisted way, this place was peaceful. Or was, until a half starved wolf spotted them. It attacked, lusting the meat they were made of. Neither creature saw the wolf attack until it had landed on the girl, knocking the wind out of her.
Spooked, the steed reared, striking the air with it's cracked gray hooves. While in the air, he spun 180 degrees and let his front hooves touching the ground before kicking at the head of the scraggly beast. The wolf yelped before growling while the girl's mount turned to face it and the girl coughed. As the pair studied their situation, three more wolves slowly detached themselves from the trees. The girl grabbed her gun in her right hand and a dagger in her left and turned a small circle, waiting for a wolf to attack.
Aiming carefully, the girl shot the first wolf in the head. She shot at the next closest, but missed. Trying again, no bullet left the barrel. Three more tries. Three more missing bullets. Throwing the gun on the ground, she grabbed the other knife and the wolves moved closer. If she had taken a moment to check herself out, then she would have noticed the four parallel gashes in her side that bled somewhat badly and the deep bite in her right shoulder that had caused the miss.