((ok, I'll be waiting in the village))

(hmmm wonder if Rochil is coming back...I kinda need the character...)

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((I feel really bad I ws in Italy from Thursay untill today. Sorry))

Strethin darted back to the stable and untied his horse. His stallion gave a little nicker of exitment as he tacked him up and cantered him out of the stabled yard. The dark stallion snorted and dodged the trees as it wound along the forestry track. Strethin let the horse take it's own route through the darkness of low branches. Up ahead a figure cought his attention. The figure he'd seen infront of the stable. The horse dodged around him, almost throwing Strethin off balence. He reseated hiself and slowed the stallion to a walk. He glanced back at the shadowy figure. Seconds later the horse stopped dead. Strethin's head shot round to fall on the face of a young girl.

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(Yergh... no time to make a lengthy post)

Tolur hissed angrily as a horse dodged past him. "better not be after my prey," he muttered under his breath, quickening his pace.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Strethin turned the horse around and walked him a few steps back before looking at the shadowy figure approching. He reconised it instrantly. His eyes flickered.
"What did you mean by prey. A girl is your prey." He said mockingly.
"Who but an idiot would hunt a girl?" He purred softly.

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Tolur stalked past the man, letting loose a wanton snort. "It's none of your business. She's wanted, and I'm paid for what I do so keep your nose to yourself..." He retorted, casting a glare in the direction of the 'intruder'

"She's more dangerous than she looks," he muttered in a warning tone, pausing to cast a glance behind his shoulder toward the man.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(don't worry about it! Glad you came back when you did! )
<br>She cursed heavily. Now two people had seen her. This was turning out to be a wonderful trip after all, she thought sarcastically. She glanced up at the sky, trying to calculate her postion and the time. She couldn't get to where she was going on foot. Atleast not with two men on her trail. She headed out again, as there was only one thing for it. She had to go back to the Village.

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Alrien walked into the village, looking around. Not a bad place, definitly better than some she had been through on her way to Gondor. She found an inn and walked in. She planned on getting something to eat, then getting back on her way.

(hmm, I guess that will work, one thing though. We're currently in South Ithilien. So I'm not sure exactly where you character is coming from but it should be somewhere from the South or East. You couldn't really come from the North or West without running into Gondor^^ also, it's around early morning.)<br>
It was a setback. She had come straight back to the place where she had decided to leave from not a few hours earlier. One thing was certain though, she had to get out of Southern Ithilien. Especially now since there was obviously someone out of get her. <br>
She studied the Village again. This time instead of getting ready to sleep the few early risers where starting to get ready for the day. She decided that the best course of action was to blend in, and hopefully find a faster way to get out than on foot. <br>
She disappeared back into the shadows of a nearby tree and removed her face covering, and hood. Stuffing the temporary mask into her bag, she realized that she was once again showing her face to the people. Not that they would reconize it anyway, she thought. <br>
She quickly stepped out of the shadows again and stepped through the Village Square her face lowered. She kept telling herself that no one knew her face, but still she felt as if everyone's eyes were on her.

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((I've started my journey pretty recently, I live east of Ithilien and Gondor. And I realized that it was morning in the RP this morning (in real life. lol) so I edited my post.))

Strethin pulled the stallion around and glarred at the man as he passed him. He smirked and pushed the stallion into a canter. The horse sniffed the chilly air then started to trot, then canter. The horses smooth gait soon brought both horse and rider to a Village Square. He dismounted and tied his horse beside a horse trough. He shook back his hair as the morning sun gleamed over the horizen.

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(sorry I haven't been here recently guys...haven't been able to grab the computer for a few days! still thinking on exactly what to do, but I'm glad you've kept it up anyway! cheers!)

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Tolur snorted in dusgust. "The curiosity of people these days... can't even accomplish a simple task..." he muttered to himself dully, his pace again bringing him to the village.

He hated villages, and hated the fact that it was a risk to innocent, though it wasn't his problem. He would harm no one but his prey, though she was wanted alive, unharmed, and that made it all the more difficult on him, since he didn't know exactly how dangerous she might be, or if she were as gentle as a kitten, he would still not know.

Tolur barged through the door of the inn and sat down with a rough jolt, ordering an ale, while his gruff features turned to the crowd to examine each face.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Eomi, hidden in the shadows just behind the Inn's door let out a sigh of relief. She had just about gone in, until she had saw the man and had flung herself to the side. Luckily he had been to preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice her. She stepped away from the Inn windows and thought for a moment. She need to get out of the Village as soon as possible. For if the man was after her, he might stop at nothing to get her. And she had caused enough damage already. But how?

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Eomi stood there for several moments, racking her mind for ideas, each one becoming more hopeless than the first. <br>
"Excuse me," a quiet voice came from in front of her. Eomi nearly jumped out of her skin and her hand flew under her cloak. It was only an elderly woman who smiled apogetically. "I'm sorry for startling you child, but would you mind so much as to help me with something?" Eomi settled down and slowly withdrew her hand, brushing it against her dress underneath. <br>
"I," <br>
"Oh it won't keep you for long! My husband, he's the stable owner just needs some help with lifting something. All of the men here are either drunk or fast asleep, honestly I don't know,"<br>
"The Stable Owner?" Eomi asked before the woman could continue chattering. The woman nodded and continued talking. Eomi just tuned her out and thought for a moment. Glancing inside the Inn window she saw the man still inside, his back turned. Nodding once Eomi looked back at the old woman. "Where to?"

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(can I get a summary of what's happened since my last post)

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