Transportation (Open Thread)

Transportation (Open Thread)

Postby Jordan » Sun Dec 22, 2002 10:13 am

The air, so cold, to freeze air in its path. Water becomes solid, dancing within the sky from clouded bliss. He left no imprints, the imp of mischief, of thievery. The cloak aided nothing, but his own obscurity. Steps are taken for the stables, gloved hands aiding to keep fingerprints from showing. What intent had he upon the naying horses, who kicked at the snow?

The black, gloved hand moved forward, as his fingers loosely curled on the wooden door. Pulling it open, he stepped within, placing his free hand upon the doors surface, slowly releasing it until it could settle in place. A low squeak, a slight wince, but all was silent. He moved from the door, walking slowly along the snowless ground. The hood tilted, from left, to right, and assessed the choice in horse. Only one caught his attention.

A strong, yet youthful horse. It's pelt white as the snow itself, perhaps whiter. It's eyes are what caught his attention. Purple pools, ringed in black. A small grin crossing his lips, as he stepped forward. The horse seemed uneasy, and did not move for a long while, until Jordan "Midnyte" Deiotis came too close. It nayed, reared up upon its hind legs, meekly throwing it's hooves in his direction. His hand moved swiftly, capturing the reigns and pulling them just lightly.

"Shh shh, hey hey.. Easy now." As the horse came to rest upon all fours, blowing air through its nostrils and shaking its head, the two met eyes. Jordan was taken into its world then, seeing what the horse had seen, feeling what the horse had felt. Slavery was a dish the horse, he would soon call, Nighteyes, had been served coldly.

"You haven't seen the better portion of the world, have you, Nighteyes?" Jordan asked, his voice low, comforting. The hood was pulled back, as the raccoon features looked upon the horse. His glove came up, rubbing the area between its eyes, and down its snout. It quieted, calmed.

"Let's get you out of here, hm?" Perhaps if it had been that easy, everything would be. A sudden light caught his attention, as a lantern was shown in his direction. He moved as quickly as he possibly could, but the light betrayed him. It caught the last signs of the cloak he wore. With a gruff voice, and the sound of metal being unsheathed, a worker stepped through. A scimitar, poised in his grasp.

"Halt! Com' on out o' t'ere thie'!" He bellowed, in a deep voice. Jordan reached to his side, where he withdraw a simple dagger. A dagger which measured in eleven inches. Five inches of that was a handle, ivory appearance with a braided strap of leather around the hilt. Six inches was a bone blade, serated edges with a slight forward and slooping back curve to it. He kept that dagger inverted, the back of the blade pressed against his forearm. He could only wait, as he hide behind Nighteyes.

"Com' on out now, I can see y'u." The man said once more, as he stepped around the horses. Midnyte waited, until the point of that scimitar could be seen. His hand moved out, the blade of that dagger used similar to how a mantis would strike. He forces the blade up, pushing the scimitar with it. His left arm bends, his elbow jerking behind him. He stepped in front of the man, prior to that elbow shot. A quick exhaling of easily seen, misty air let Midnyte know that he had successfully knocked the air from the man's lungs. His left arm came up again, this time, curling around the man's head. His palm rested atop the man's head, as he had to jump slightly in order to reach, being only five foot and some odd inches. He placed the man's chin, or more positioned it, just over his shoulder bone, and when his feet touched the ground, he bucked his legs. He half crouched, and brought the man's chin, hard, against the bone of his shoulder. A maneuver such as this was a stunning blow, and when Midnyte released the man from his grasp, he fell back against the ground. Into a nice, fresh pile of horse droppings.

Midnyte giggled slightly, retrieving from the stolen bag of coins but two gold. He places this upon the man's chest, for he had not died, he was simply unconscious. Moving back to Nighteyes, he grabbed hold of the reigns, and lead the horse over the man. The dagger was placed in it's respectable sheath, and once they had moved outside, the horse and the humanoid raccoon, Midnyte jumped up, throwing a leg over the horse's bare back. His hands gripped lightly upon the man, while removing the tongue bar and reigns from him

"There. Feels better? Yes, I knew it would." A clicking sound from his maws, and the horse set in a slow trot, before it jogged away from the stables.

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The next morning, the man awake with a splitting headache. A groan passed his lips, as the coins fell upon the ground. There was an aweful smell from around him, and he could feel a thick clump to the back of his head. Cursing words that would make a sailor blush, he was quick to look for the magistrate.
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