» Fri Dec 16, 2011 4:20 pm Tired and exhausted through my days of walking and running, I knew that one day, I’ll have to relax the grip on my purse. It might as well be for him.
At 7 years old, he was no spring chicken, but he felt steady and calm. I just hoped he would handle the frenzy of battle honourably. There is nothing worst than having to walk 2 miles to find your horse after a long exhausting battle.
What would I name him? Nothing really came to mind. Bah, no matter. A battle laid ahead. A maiden in distress was prisoner of bandits and needed a hero. I swiftly mounted my new steed and headed straight for the Bandit’s lair.
The first arrow missed my head by inches. Ambushed!! How did they know I was coming? No matter…I had to think fast. The second arrow hit my mount in the rear…the bastards. I dismounted. Then...Holy[censored]!!!
He took off. At first I had that sinking feeling of having to walk miles to find a scared beast then I noticed he was galloping in the wrong direction. I remembered thinking, oh great, he is dumb. Fleeing towards the enemy…
By the time I had my shield readied, he already had caved in the head of the archer that had shot him and was proceeding to the next nearest bandit. Drawing my sword, I proceeded to sprint as fast as I could to the nearest enemy but by the time I got there, no life was left in my foe. There I paused and looked around. The battle was…it was over.
My horse had found a patch of green grass, soiled by some blood. He seemed very content, slowly ruminating. Around him was the corpse of half a dozen very dead and battered bandits. They had been trampled to death and looked like bloodied rag dolls placed in grotesque positions. One even had his throat bitten clean off while others were missing fingers.
As I stood there, in this bloody battleground, our eyes locked once more. There I understood. This horse was Nuts!...Crazy!
How will I ever gain battle experience with this thing around?
Broc
Orc Warrior
Just playing...
