armour worn by some of Rhy'din's finest war horses gleamed off her equine back, plate mail shining from her human portion too. Her Mane of black hair flowed behind her as she kept a pace of a medium trot. Sharp green eyes were alert as she made her rounds.
There had been some disturbing goings on as of late, she had heard rumours of people vanishing in the woods. Her C.O Brian had checked that out, with less then encouraging results. She knew. They were in the same militia, of course she knew. Motion brought her back, she'd seen something from the corner of her eyes just past the market. She squinted and was able to make out a figure scurrying down the path to the forest. It was robed and hooded, she decided to follow.
This wasn't the same wood Brian had had troubles with so she held no fear from it, or any denizens within. Her intrest lay with the person she was following now. Trot moved up to a canter, and she held her pace, not wanting the man, or woman she couldn't tell, to know she was following. Having the advantage of a horse's pace, she caught up just as the figure seemed to melt into the shadows of the trees. She slowed down, catiously.
Rustling told her the person was not far off to her left. No animal made such sounds. An animal would have more stealth. She turned her head to look to spy who or what it was and was taken by surprise while she was trying to peer into the under brush...
There had been some disturbing goings on as of late, she had heard rumours of people vanishing in the woods. Her C.O Brian had checked that out, with less then encouraging results. She knew. They were in the same militia, of course she knew. Motion brought her back, she'd seen something from the corner of her eyes just past the market. She squinted and was able to make out a figure scurrying down the path to the forest. It was robed and hooded, she decided to follow.
This wasn't the same wood Brian had had troubles with so she held no fear from it, or any denizens within. Her intrest lay with the person she was following now. Trot moved up to a canter, and she held her pace, not wanting the man, or woman she couldn't tell, to know she was following. Having the advantage of a horse's pace, she caught up just as the figure seemed to melt into the shadows of the trees. She slowed down, catiously.
Rustling told her the person was not far off to her left. No animal made such sounds. An animal would have more stealth. She turned her head to look to spy who or what it was and was taken by surprise while she was trying to peer into the under brush...