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The Kellquentu had waited long enough, They could not waste any more time here. Glyndr slid from his horse's back, careful that Narmion did not fall, The silver grey stallion stood quietly, he knew what to do. Glyndr strode to where Arato lay, he spoke quietly to Bane reassuring the animal that he meant Arato no harm. The Elf watched the black with a cold stare , he did not trust this creature not to turn on him, Elf or not. He stood between the mortals and the demon horse."Mortal" Glyndr commanded Calix."Come now and tend your kin, be quick we cannot stay here " The Kellquenti looked into fiery red eyes. "Leave the mortals, let them liv

Bane nosed Arato gently, trying to get his rider back to his feet. Arato troubled him, because he wasn't moving, and he was face down on the ground. When the other horse lunged at the other human, screaming, Bane stood protectively over his rider. He wickered softly to the other horse, begging him to let the other human pass to help him. He recognized that Arato was in trouble. Passed out on the ground, Arato was unaware of the events transpiring around him. All he was really aware of was the dream he was in the middle of. It was hot. Unbearably hot. And a strange looking thing kept attacking him, and he couldn't defend himself. Something wa

Calix was greatly troubled when he saw the man slide from his horse, and dismounted, making to approach Arato. Suddenly the impressive black stallion lunged at him, and he jerked back in surprise and fear. The horse was terrifying…and it seemed to be on the side of the elves. His face turned pale, understanding that he was very unwelcome here. He hesitated, desperately wanting to aid his kinsman, whom he could see was in serious trouble, but still petrified of the formidable horse. He pulled himself together with huge difficulty. No horse would stand in the way of helping an innocent being. What harm was he doing them? The creature was

Narmion started when Arato fell from his horse and he would have gotten down to help him, had he not felt so helpless himself. However he could only sit and hope that the newcomer would be able to do something. Then the black stallion clearly made it known that he would not have this man around, and viciously proved it by snapping and screaming in a voice so frightening that the younger elf felt his blood run cold. What of Arato? he thought once more, keeping his words on his tongue but not releasing them. The mortal could have already been dead as far as he knew. Narmion made up his mind (albiet slowly) that if Calix fled before the dark h

The black stalliion screamed. His ears were back and his teeth bared in a sort of snarl. His head wove back and forth like some kind of posionous snake. Teeth snapped together as the demon horse approached Calix. Celethain's corpse was slouched on his back like a sleeping rider. When Calix did not retreat, the stallion screamed again, his teeth coming together again with an audible snap inches from the place the man's nose had been moments before. The stallion was telling him to get out. Now.

Glyndr was not convinced when Narmion replied that it was only weariness that ailed him ,but he said no more, He too was a proud Elf and would forever hide any vulnerability, to be vulnerable was to be an easy target. He watched with icy suspicion as the man approached, "A man , a mortal" he growled under his breath. "Why not an Elf?". His hatred of men an angry spark in his heart, ready to ignite. Arato spoke with the newcomer, Glyndr watched as Arato seemed to lose his grip on his horse's neck and fall. The Elf did not move,he fixed the newcomer with a look that spoke for him,"Help him mortal,help your kin". He had trusted Arato, this

Arato steadied himself carefully on Bane's neck as he glanced over his shoulder at the other man. His own arm throbbed, and obviously his companions were in pain as well. He couldn't do this by himself, healing them. He stopped his horse and turned Bane around to face the man. "If you know anything of the healing arts, perhaps you can," Arato said warily. Truth be told, he was having a hard time staying on his horse's back. Weakly, he pressed his good hand against his forehead, realizing with a start that he was running a fever. No wonder he felt so weak and horrible. "We could really use the help," he managed to gasp before his grip on rea

'What is wrong?" Glynder had already asked the question twice. Now he rode behind Narmion, keeping him from falling. The younger elf was thankful for the added support, but he said nothing of it and nothing of the pain in his arm. Even now he was proud and had no desire to appear weak. Others had died from pain more horrible; he had lived. He would be weak indeed if he complained when he really had no room to do so. "It is nothing," Narmion replied slowly, as of one speaking out of a dream. "I am weary. I...we do need rest, but the field of battle is not the right place. As said, more orcs may come. I want to leave this forsaken place....an

Calix rode slowly along through the countryside, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He felt strangely uneasy, there was an unexplainable sensation inside him. He faltered for a moment, staring at the sky before him. The clouds were dark, and it looked like an impressive storm of some kind. He nudged his nervous bay horse onwards, muttering soft words of encouragement. All too soon, he discovered the reason for the overhanging darkness and suspense that had filled the air. The scene of a terrible battle lay stretched out before him, and he gasped in horror and revulsion. Slowing his pace, he skirted around the edge of the sorrowful scene, trying

The Kellquenti captain turned to look over his shoulder at Narmion, He had felt the Elf almost slip once or twice,and now he had spoken of succumbing to sorrow. Glyndr knew they all needed rest ,water and food, the mortal more than they, The Mortal. Glyndr could not even remember if the man had told them his name. "Narmion", Glyndr said with concern in his voice, "what is it?" He slid from the silver grey's back , cursing as every nerve in his body seemed to scream ."Move forward, I think it wiser that I ride behind you," Glyndr thought that if Narmion rode in fronthe could easily stop the young Elf from falling. Glyndr climbed up to sit