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Beyond the Horizon

The man's words of sudden anger made her shudder a little. She wanted to be brave, to stand strong, but it seemed almost impossible when he who she faced looked to be stronger in durability and strength than a tree. As such, she took the man's words of putting away weapons as more of an order than a pleasantry. "F-Fine," Skye said, still downcast.

Skye turned and began to walk back the way she came, back to Avalon. As she walked, she could not help but worry. The man was so aggressive, so rude and mean, he clearly meant to hurt someone or something. Was taking him back to town really such a good idea? What if he sought to slaughter everyone there?

Even so, she had little choice. Skye began to quiver as she walked, knowing that she would be the one blamed for taking him into town. And she couldn't mislead him, if he found out she was lying... Skye didn't want to think about what could happen.

Taking the man the shortest route, Skye quickly found the road and walked, silent. She wasn't going to say a word to the man, not any more. She was going to take him to Avalon, and then tell the guards. She had a few friends, thanks to her father's past military connections, in the guards who would make sure that the man was locked up for a long time.

After a short walk, Skye heard the galloping of horses from behind her. She turned, and even from the short distance away could pick out the apparel of a bandit. She relayed this to he whom she was accompanying with the single word, "Bandits!" She unslung her bow, and prepared to fire.

Beyond the Horizon

I suppose. But there's nothing much here apart from fields.
I posted, by the way.

Beyond the Horizon

Skye fought to keep her fear off of her face. The man did not care one bit about her arrows. As far as she could see, she didn't even dent his armour. "You think this is a game?" Skye asked, once he was done speaking. She took a deep breath, lowering her bow just slightly. "I understand I might have been a little hasty with my arrow, but you're the one that flew here in your ship, which I don't believe by the way, as ships cannot fly, creating a racket that probably scared off my food for the next few days."

"And also, I do not respect you landing here, and upon first meeting me acting so rude, referring to me as bullshit, and then asking me to point you to a space port or be shot. What is a space port? And what are you going to shoot me with, I see no arrows nor a bow."

Skye's eyes suddenly turned downcast. "I just don't understand. Why have you arrived so... Aggressive? So mean? Have you come to take our lands? To enslave us? Are you a warlord, or a king's scout?"

Beyond the Horizon

Ahhh, okay. I don't get much snow either.

Beyond the Horizon

Do you get any snow?

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Heh, I live in Scotland. More specifically, Aberdeen. Here, there are two seasons. Winter and July.

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Sounds okay. I actually enjoy the rain pattering on my window, kinda calming, unless it messes up something like my electricity or whatever. I just went out for our annual Christmas family gathering. Was fun.

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No problem. I should have a post up fairly soon. How was Christmas?

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Well, she's wearing something along the lines of the image in the hider. That, with the face of my character, and usually with the thing covering her face up to her nose down.

The outfit

Beyond the Horizon

The man's words confused her. Dungeons and what? Skye thought, resisting the urge to run a hand through her hair in thought. Instead, that hand remained on the arrow, ready to release. The way the man was treating her, in her eyes, was passive aggressive. He had called her a bullshit roleplayer, or something like that, and mentioned dungeons. Was he insulting her? She was not a bullshit person. Was he trying to capture her? He was definitely mentioning a dungeon, no communication error there.

She began to feel a little scared on the inside. Skye had done nothing wrong! Was he some sort of captor from another land, going to try and steal her and make her work as a slave wherever he came from? That seemed the most likely, dressed in such threatening apparel and acting in such a manner he was. The stereotypical rough slave driver popped into her head.

He hadn't answered her question either, so he was clearly trying to remain anonymous. No, she wasn't going to-

Skye's hand released the arrow the second he took a step closer, without her even thinking about it. The conclusions she had come to had triggered the response. She froze, however, when the arrow struck the man's chestplate and did not penetrate, just fall to the ground. She reached back to pull a second arrow out of her quiver, going to fire this one at the man's faceplate if she got it drawn fast enough. Go for the eyes, her mind told her. The man had no eyes, but a faceplate, and she hoped it would be weaker there.