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Subject: As the other man drops dead to the ground, the flame of anger that had burned mercilessly inside of the young man quite suddenly dissapears...


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Knight David McJonas
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Date Posted: 13:48:37 04/09/01 Mon
In reply to: Afton Callahan 's message, "~*She watches in horror and suddenly drops the dagger as if it were a hot coal...*~" on 13:08:34 04/09/01 Mon

Staring down at the lifeless body of Weyly--the man of whom had caused him so much suffering and trouble--his face becomes blank and his eyes viod of any emotion. It was all over. He had done what he had meant to do. There was nothing left to do except to bury the body...or was there?

Feeling Afton's gaze, his gaze slowly turns to her young form. Noting the tears in her eyes, he silently wonders for a moment why she would cry for the man who had given her her own share of pain. Then deciding to wonder later, he watches in silence as she dissapears towards the Servants Chambers. Shaking his head slowly, he turns his gaze away and whistles shrilly.

At the sound of the whistle, an ebony steed trots towards him...nostrils flared as the scent of blood reaches him, though he does not shy away or look in the least bit frightened. Having been in many battles--the numberous scars on his glimmering coat an ever lasting proof of them--he had grown used to the smell of death and fear and was no longer bothered by it. Coming alongside the man, he nudges his shoulder lightly.. A smile flitters across David's ruggedly-handsome features, though it fades but a moment later. Patting the stallion lightly on the shoulder, he then stoops down and lifts Weyly onto his shoulder. Coming alongside his stallion, he lays the body over his strong, bare back. Then wiping his hands on his already soiled tunic, he comes to his horse's head and takes the bridle and murmers to him in his old native, scottish languege. 'Translated'-"Come on Hero... Time to bury our troubles." In reply, the steed gives a soft snort and follows obediantly as his owner begins leading him off into the forest.

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