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Just keep running, just keep running. Don't look back, just keep running.

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Attempting to dazzle! *crosses fingers and sits under a rock waiting*

Reference: Cyrine Lafalen | Wanderer | Alive

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The wind picked up, swirling dust into the air and letting it swim in the sky. Mud by the banks of the river stayed in it's own spot as it was distorted by the timed tempo of a horse thunderous steps. The sky was vengeful that day, dark and grey threatening to let loose a horrendous storm if you dare take one wrong step.
The girl astride the horse had her hair flying in every which direction as she made her run for her current abode. She was wearing an old torn up blue over jacket, a grey tank top, and a pair of tan ripped up khakis. All of her her clothes and tack seemed to be covered in nothing but blood, the brown army boots fit perfectly into the old cavalry saddle's stirrups but even those were stained with blood. The horse she was on was a monster of his own proportions, over seventeen hands he stood and his bay roan coat was vibrant and thin due to the constant hot Texas sun that blared down on him every day. He seemed even larger with how little the cavalry tack covered his huge barrel and head. The girl's name was Cyrine and her tasted steed was Siren, and currently the were a few clicks away from the walkers they had encountered in another part of the town.
With a quick look behind her Cyrine carefully slowed her gelding down to a swaggering walk. With a smirk she reached down and patted his neck. "Atta boy," She said smiling like a fool. Siren might of been a grade draft horse but he could run and jump like a damn Thoroughbred, which was a good thing because this wasn't the first time they accidentally came across some walkers.
With a fond smile Cyrine turned him towards the creek and allowed Siren to splash in the water, he loved it more than her some times it seemed. With a look to the sky her smile faded to a frown. "Sorry boy but we gotta get back to our current shelter... Storm's a'commin and she's commin fast." She said leading her gelding out of the water and back down the river bank towards the church Cyrine was currently commandeering.
When the old western church came into view she picked up the pace to a healthy trot. The building was a ghostly white, vines crawling up the sides as if to anchor the building there forever. Somehow all the windows were seemingly intact she noted.
She brought Siren up into a canter and headed across the street to the left of the cemetery. Looking around quickly to make sure the coast was clear she quickly got down and took of her jacket laying it down in the grass before taking her dagger out and beginning to cut clumps of grass out of the green field and put them on her jacket. She worked quickly, checking every so often on Siren grazing which is another reason Cyrine loved the hackamore bridle she used. It let Siren eat whenever possible which saved a lot of time. Ten short minutes ladder the jacket was filled, and quickly she gathered it up in her arms and clambered back up into the saddle and headed back to the church.
Upon reaching the church she hopped off her horse's back and lead them both up the steps, with a bit of force she unblocked the door and swung it open and quickly shut it behind them after they entered blocking the door from the inside with a church pew. After dropping the fresh grass into the hay box she macgyvered from a church pew and a two by eight. Siren started to bob his head where he stood by the rope gate that led him into his makeshift stall made by two church pews and the interior corner of the church. Cyrine often wondered if he was mute, though he definitely was not deaf, but she had never heard the gelding utter a single sound in their five years together. She wondered if it was even possible for a horse to be mute... Back to the stall though, a few days prior Cyrine had been looking through the hard ware store and she luckily she found an old stall mat and had laid it down so Siren's hooves wouldn't suffer from the cracked cement floor with the church. After tying off the red rope to keep the gelding inside Cyrine quickly un tacked him and put the tack on the saw horse she found outside the old church, happy yet again at how light the old saddle was compared to some of the other ones she had ridden on in the past. Grabbing the five gallon bucket, which she had found in the back room, without a look back she pulled her dagger out and slipped back into the outside.
Cyrine kept an eye out as she quickly ran down to the creek. The trip only took her three minutes there and back but like hell she wasn't going to be on the defensive even if this was a predominantly walker free zone. She reached the creek and quickly filled the bucket, carrying it with her left arm she kept her dagger in her right hand which head deadly accuracy when she threw any form of weapon, yes frying pans are included in that statement.
With a sigh of relief she jogged back up the steps and into the church, once back inside she re-blocked the door with the spare pews and placed Siren's water inside the stall with him next to his hay pew. With a smile of satisfaction she sat her but down on the adjoining pew and leaned back and looked up at the some how still vibrant stained glass window. She frowned in thought before finally opening her mouth. "Hey Siren?" She started, "You ever wonder how if there was a God how could he ever let this happen to us?" She asked looking at the stain glass window with a frown.
"How could he leave us at the mercy of this plague if he's out there? Why would he let all the creatures of his creation suffer as the do now..." Thunder cracked and lightening struck somewhere outside the town as it re-illuminated the room. "Why would he? What did we ever do wrong? What did daddy and brother ever do to deserve the fates they were dealt?" Siren =gently nudged Cyrine's face with his nose, "I know, I'm sorry bot but I just can't help but wonder sometimes..." She spoke as she gently petted his face, "But don't worry boy, we'll get through this like we always do." Cyrine said with a small smile as she turned and laid down on the pew to get some rest. Siren, happy with his now silent human, turned and began to munch on the fresh grass he had been given happy as he realized his human had drifted off to sleep.

Word Count: 1175
+22 XP Lit
+50 XP Character Art
Total XP +72

Description

Just keep running, just keep running. Don't look back, just keep running.

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Attempting to dazzle! *crosses fingers and sits under a rock waiting*

Reference: Cyrine Lafalen | Wanderer | Alive

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The wind picked up, swirling dust into the air and letting it swim in the sky. Mud by the banks of the river stayed in it's own spot as it was distorted by the timed tempo of a horse thunderous steps. The sky was vengeful that day, dark and grey threatening to let loose a horrendous storm if you dare take one wrong step.
The girl astride the horse had her hair flying in every which direction as she made her run for her current abode. She was wearing an old torn up blue over jacket, a grey tank top, and a pair of tan ripped up khakis. All of her her clothes and tack seemed to be covered in nothing but blood, the brown army boots fit perfectly into the old cavalry saddle's stirrups but even those were stained with blood. The horse she was on was a monster of his own proportions, over seventeen hands he stood and his bay roan coat was vibrant and thin due to the constant hot Texas sun that blared down on him every day. He seemed even larger with how little the cavalry tack covered his huge barrel and head. The girl's name was Cyrine and her tasted steed was Siren, and currently the were a few clicks away from the walkers they had encountered in another part of the town.
With a quick look behind her Cyrine carefully slowed her gelding down to a swaggering walk. With a smirk she reached down and patted his neck. "Atta boy," She said smiling like a fool. Siren might of been a grade draft horse but he could run and jump like a damn Thoroughbred, which was a good thing because this wasn't the first time they accidentally came across some walkers.
With a fond smile Cyrine turned him towards the creek and allowed Siren to splash in the water, he loved it more than her some times it seemed. With a look to the sky her smile faded to a frown. "Sorry boy but we gotta get back to our current shelter... Storm's a'commin and she's commin fast." She said leading her gelding out of the water and back down the river bank towards the church Cyrine was currently commandeering.
When the old western church came into view she picked up the pace to a healthy trot. The building was a ghostly white, vines crawling up the sides as if to anchor the building there forever. Somehow all the windows were seemingly intact she noted.
She brought Siren up into a canter and headed across the street to the left of the cemetery. Looking around quickly to make sure the coast was clear she quickly got down and took of her jacket laying it down in the grass before taking her dagger out and beginning to cut clumps of grass out of the green field and put them on her jacket. She worked quickly, checking every so often on Siren grazing which is another reason Cyrine loved the hackamore bridle she used. It let Siren eat whenever possible which saved a lot of time. Ten short minutes ladder the jacket was filled, and quickly she gathered it up in her arms and clambered back up into the saddle and headed back to the church.
Upon reaching the church she hopped off her horse's back and lead them both up the steps, with a bit of force she unblocked the door and swung it open and quickly shut it behind them after they entered blocking the door from the inside with a church pew. After dropping the fresh grass into the hay box she macgyvered from a church pew and a two by eight. Siren started to bob his head where he stood by the rope gate that led him into his makeshift stall made by two church pews and the interior corner of the church. Cyrine often wondered if he was mute, though he definitely was not deaf, but she had never heard the gelding utter a single sound in their five years together. She wondered if it was even possible for a horse to be mute... Back to the stall though, a few days prior Cyrine had been looking through the hard ware store and she luckily she found an old stall mat and had laid it down so Siren's hooves wouldn't suffer from the cracked cement floor with the church. After tying off the red rope to keep the gelding inside Cyrine quickly un tacked him and put the tack on the saw horse she found outside the old church, happy yet again at how light the old saddle was compared to some of the other ones she had ridden on in the past. Grabbing the five gallon bucket, which she had found in the back room, without a look back she pulled her dagger out and slipped back into the outside.
Cyrine kept an eye out as she quickly ran down to the creek. The trip only took her three minutes there and back but like hell she wasn't going to be on the defensive even if this was a predominantly walker free zone. She reached the creek and quickly filled the bucket, carrying it with her left arm she kept her dagger in her right hand which head deadly accuracy when she threw any form of weapon, yes frying pans are included in that statement.
With a sigh of relief she jogged back up the steps and into the church, once back inside she re-blocked the door with the spare pews and placed Siren's water inside the stall with him next to his hay pew. With a smile of satisfaction she sat her but down on the adjoining pew and leaned back and looked up at the some how still vibrant stained glass window. She frowned in thought before finally opening her mouth. "Hey Siren?" She started, "You ever wonder how if there was a God how could he ever let this happen to us?" She asked looking at the stain glass window with a frown.
"How could he leave us at the mercy of this plague if he's out there? Why would he let all the creatures of his creation suffer as the do now..." Thunder cracked and lightening struck somewhere outside the town as it re-illuminated the room. "Why would he? What did we ever do wrong? What did daddy and brother ever do to deserve the fates they were dealt?" Siren =gently nudged Cyrine's face with his nose, "I know, I'm sorry bot but I just can't help but wonder sometimes..." She spoke as she gently petted his face, "But don't worry boy, we'll get through this like we always do." Cyrine said with a small smile as she turned and laid down on the pew to get some rest. Siren, happy with his now silent human, turned and began to munch on the fresh grass he had been given happy as he realized his human had drifted off to sleep.

Word Count: 1175
+22 XP Lit
+50 XP Character Art
Total XP +72