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       #Post#: 5328--------------------------------------------------
       Walking...
       By: Overlordnim Date: July 24, 2013, 5:01 am
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       It was the middle of night, one of the many evenings had in
       Skyrim. The stars were shining, the moon was a soft red, and the
       soft clouds were parting from the sky as birds and larger
       creatures lurked through them. The soft pat of nearly bare feet
       could be heard against cold cobblestone, the russle of rich
       fabrics, and clanking of small jewels or mettle settings. A
       sweet image on a lonely road, walking along in the cold with
       barely a cover on her feet, her pale yet warm looking form
       showing out from under her subtle pieces of dark cloth clothing.
       Her long red curls were a bright image even in the night, and it
       seemed her lush and plump lips were curved into a smile as she
       walked, she was humming a happy little turn, a small satchel on
       her side, made of light softened leather, and a little orb of
       light loomed over her shoulder, lighting her way like a torch.
       "Mmm..." she hummed some more, before she came to a stop in the
       middle of the road, her violet shining eyes peering forward at
       what was before her. A scoundrel looking man came walking up, he
       had a mask over his race, and he stood tall over the young
       beauty.
       "Alright little lady, hand over anything worth coin.." the deep
       seeded voice barked rather calmly, offering a hand out, his palm
       was large and a greenish color, clearly he was an orcish fellow,
       tall, big, and wielding a two handed hammer. "Mmm..." The woman
       simply hummed in a soft and almost upbeat curious tone, before
       the orc grunted once more, "Woman! im talkin' to you! hand it
       over..." the large being took a moment to glance down at her
       armor, her flesh glowed with runic tattoos, a mixing glow of
       starlight blue, and soft white, but of course, the orc wasn't
       looking at that, ontop of eying her form a few times, he noticed
       the gold on her clothing, and huffed, "In fact, why don't ya'
       just strip elf."
       The woman offered a soft chuckle, before tilting her head to
       look up at him finally, the orb of light dying down and
       disappearing, she offered him the most sweetest smile anyone
       could muster, before she spoke in a smooth silky voice. "I
       suggest you move.. Before someone finds a ball of fried orc guts
       in the middle of this beautiful and clean road.. It'd be a shame
       to ruin such nice scenery with an ugly corpse like yours.." The
       orc growled, yes he clearly took that as an insult. He reached
       back for his hammer, and barked once more. "Little bitch. You'll
       regret those words!" he shouted, before pulling his hammer up,
       and offering a vicious swing toward the woman, one that, well by
       the time he pulled his hammer out, she was already out of range,
       her hands up, and fire seeping from her small hands, "I won't
       say again.. Walk away while you can breath." the little female
       boasted, but the orc didn't even take a moment to think, he
       charged for her, and with a swift movement and flick of her
       wrist, the female let loose two flaming balls, they spun before
       hitting the orc, each unleasing a horribly and yet beautifully
       destructive explosion.
       The smoke and sparks cleared, and the woman walked up, the orc
       was down in two hits, lying on the cobblestone like a blackened
       rock, his skin and armor burnt up like crisp. The female sighed,
       and reached a gentle hand up to tuck a few stray hairs behind a
       pointy ear, "Ah.. I don't do as good as those dragons do.. But i
       can still make a body look like it was spat out of Oblivion..
       Ah.. Oh wonderful.." she nodded, stepping over the now orc no
       more, with a graceful stride, her gown skirt trailing over the
       body, as she cleared it, and walked on.
       Continuing to hum that same happy little song.
       #Post#: 5720--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Walking...
       By: Langlefler Date: April 22, 2015, 6:23 am
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       This is my favorite.
       #Post#: 5785--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Walking...
       By: Nathapong Date: November 27, 2018, 2:55 am
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