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by dfeyder

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The Story Teller

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Seemingly just beyond his sight the trees howl angrily, the sounds of hooves thunder ahead even louder than that of his own horses, wood cracks and snaps as a shadow of dusk overlies the bright of dawn, a second Rider comes into sight charging clearly to the Traveler. This one with a feminine form but nearly invisible under the gown of the desert-men 'It' wears. Its horse is blacker then even the darkest of his, it's maim and hooves flicker like an oily-black flame.
The Rider seems to know what it wants and were it is, It rushes the Traveler's wagon and cuts off to one side, a clawed furry hand stretches out to tries to grab the leather sack in passing. The Traveler wraps the rings around his arm and takes up his bow, loading not one but three arrows (thanks to a modification he made to it years ago) he fires a spray of arrows at the would be thief and It seems to melt into the darkness.
The Traveler might be reveled but he has seen death and nothing of this world dies like that, not the highest Arc-Magus or the most pious monk. “What devilry”, he thinks “what a sad day to fly alone. I must ride hard and ride long. that monster will be back but my team can out run it!”
To the left in the trees the nightmare nays, the rider is back already a hefty scythe in hand with chain flicking of the back. The Rider bridges the gap and welds it scythe, murder clearly It's intent. The Traveler understands this well and is ready to fight back, he jerks off to one side swinging his carriage. Shocked the Rider falls back, the traveler laughs at the petty attempt to frighten him. He has been on a thousand pilgrimage and matched swords with at least twice as many monsters “She won’t be back” he think.
But the Traveler is wrong. It appears again in a gray mist ahead alongside his horses, he can't use his bow again he might hit his team he goes for his sword instead and takes the leather sack as well. The Rider pulls up her scythe and swings at the horses. The Traveler leaps along the horses backs and hooks his sword beneath the scythe pushing agents it. The Rider is of balances the scythe is it clunky to swing from horse back any good rider would know that. The traveler has questions he needs answered and so won't let the Rider fall. He grabs her around the caller and unmasks the beast.

Keywords

male 1,172,969, female 1,063,103, fox 244,009, anthro 209,207, wolf 190,477, dog 168,595, human 106,363, male/female 93,721, horse 59,005, demon 38,614, magic 24,880, kitsune 17,777, sword 10,095, bow 7,888, fighting 4,781, trees 4,275, fall 1,799, cloak 1,613, kanine 216, scyth 10

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Type: Comic

Published: 9 years, 8 months ago

Rating: Mature

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