Post by wordy on Oct 29, 2012 19:24:55 GMT 10
Title: Trick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Summary: Shenanigans, Rider style.
“Needs more blood,” said Evin.
One of the rider trainees tossed the bucket up again and the headless horseman yelped as he got spattered with liquid. Errol, who had been in the process of adjusting the horseman’s collar, glared and wiped blood from his face. There was a chorus of remarks from the others, all eager to give their opinion on the matter of the blood and talking over each other with raised voices in a bid to be heard, as blood was Very Serious Business, after all, and not to be gone about willy-nilly.
Evin scratched his chin and tilted his head to the side, watching the headless horseman wobble in the saddle as his pony decided that it was time to graze. It was still missing something.
“What is this stuff?” asked Errol, coming up beside him. His face and neck was streaked with blood. He scratched at it, and examined the substance beneath his fingernails with uncertainty verging on mild alarm.
“Best you don’t know, chap. He needs an axe. Does he need an axe?”
“I hope somebody bloody well knows, at least,” muttered Errol. He wiped his hands on his shirt sleeves and squinted up at the spectacle in front of them. The headless horseman’s pony had wandered farther off across the field in search of fresh grass; the headless horseman had lost his grip on the reins and was groping blindly for them. The gathered Riders were rather enjoying the sight.
“Or a sword,” said Evin thoughtfully. “No, that’s not quite right either.”
One of the Riders tapped his friends on the shoulders, looking in Evin and Errol’s direction with raised eyebrows. The group of Riders stumbled about in front of them and Evin only had enough time to wonder if there’d be an actual headless horseman behind him if he turned around, when Commander Tourikom stepped into his peripheral vision.
She didn’t seem to be angry, though she was frowning. Beside him, Errol muttered something and made a break for it. Evin let him go. At least there would be one survivor.
“Who is that?” asked Buri, eyeing the headless horseman. The Riders had clumped together in a bunch in an attempt to obscure him from the Commander’s view, but being atop a pony had the unfortunate result of putting one rather high up.
“Best you don’t know,” said Evin.
She glanced at him. He assumed an expression that was intended to be innocent yet reassuring. Buri frowned.
“Carry on, then,” she said, and promptly left.
Evin turned back to his relieved recruits with a grin. “Someone get me an axe!”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Summary: Shenanigans, Rider style.
“Needs more blood,” said Evin.
One of the rider trainees tossed the bucket up again and the headless horseman yelped as he got spattered with liquid. Errol, who had been in the process of adjusting the horseman’s collar, glared and wiped blood from his face. There was a chorus of remarks from the others, all eager to give their opinion on the matter of the blood and talking over each other with raised voices in a bid to be heard, as blood was Very Serious Business, after all, and not to be gone about willy-nilly.
Evin scratched his chin and tilted his head to the side, watching the headless horseman wobble in the saddle as his pony decided that it was time to graze. It was still missing something.
“What is this stuff?” asked Errol, coming up beside him. His face and neck was streaked with blood. He scratched at it, and examined the substance beneath his fingernails with uncertainty verging on mild alarm.
“Best you don’t know, chap. He needs an axe. Does he need an axe?”
“I hope somebody bloody well knows, at least,” muttered Errol. He wiped his hands on his shirt sleeves and squinted up at the spectacle in front of them. The headless horseman’s pony had wandered farther off across the field in search of fresh grass; the headless horseman had lost his grip on the reins and was groping blindly for them. The gathered Riders were rather enjoying the sight.
“Or a sword,” said Evin thoughtfully. “No, that’s not quite right either.”
One of the Riders tapped his friends on the shoulders, looking in Evin and Errol’s direction with raised eyebrows. The group of Riders stumbled about in front of them and Evin only had enough time to wonder if there’d be an actual headless horseman behind him if he turned around, when Commander Tourikom stepped into his peripheral vision.
She didn’t seem to be angry, though she was frowning. Beside him, Errol muttered something and made a break for it. Evin let him go. At least there would be one survivor.
“Who is that?” asked Buri, eyeing the headless horseman. The Riders had clumped together in a bunch in an attempt to obscure him from the Commander’s view, but being atop a pony had the unfortunate result of putting one rather high up.
“Best you don’t know,” said Evin.
She glanced at him. He assumed an expression that was intended to be innocent yet reassuring. Buri frowned.
“Carry on, then,” she said, and promptly left.
Evin turned back to his relieved recruits with a grin. “Someone get me an axe!”