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Author: [majorsteel] Comes a Titan - Short Story | #WIP
« on: August 19, 2008, 05:01:16 pm »
Hello folks, here is a short story I'm writing for the forum I hope you like it :-\

Comes a Titan
by majorsteel

Part one

A grey fog shrouded the environment through which the traveller moved, no sound could be heard except the plodding of the traveller’s horse’s hooves as they trod upon the wet sward .

A fine chill rain that plagued the traveller for hours had finally stopped, but it left the fog behind it, ( a bad trade , thought the figure as they spat the fogs taste from their mouth), sighing the figure hauled on the reins bringing the horse to a stop.

Dismounting, the figure patted the steed on its wet muscular neck, the beast neighed in appreciation for the pat and the rest, and throwing their heavy muscled arms wide and arching the broad strong and muscled back the rider stretched weary and aching muscles and bones.

A hand dropped down to rub at the sore backside muscles to remove the numbness and ache, en wrapped in tightly stretched  beaten black leather pants, ( the stitching along the left leg (and rear end) in places due to the stress placed on it by the hard but supple muscles, had parted) the hand went on to rub other places of discomfort on the persons tall and hard body.

“ Well Firemane, me thinks it time for a rest, can’t see where we’re going and whatnot” the rider said as they set about removing their packed belongs and saddle from the tall and well muscled steed, Firemane ( the horses name due to it wild fire coloured mane, that moved like long fingers of flame), turned its head and looking at its rider whinnied in agreement.

A short time later a crude tent of waxed canvas had been erected and a small but warm fire had been lit, a figure sat huddle close to the flames eating a badly cooked piece of salted meat,  the figure was a woman, tall she was, head and shoulders taller than a standing man of
six paces, ( she could look eye to eye to a horse with its head held high).

Dark of hair  the colour of a Mages soul and reaching down along her broad and strong back, ending at her full and firmly muscled rear end.

Her face lightly tanned of colour and with twin piercing eyes the colour of midnight,  set atop a firm shapely feminine nose and firm feminine lips, strong high cheek bones filled out her face to a rare and startling beauty.

Full breast heaved beneath her leather vest, as the woman sighed and tossed the bone into the fires flames.

Stretching out her long and powerful legs the woman yawned, rubbed her hands through her tussled mane of hair, scratched her behind, and stood up, looking around her, through the now dissipating fog, she noticed off in the distance a town.

Looking at the town for a short time, the woman decided that she will go to it on the marrow, for she was to weary to pack up and go now, seeing to her mount and belongings, the woman threw more short wood cutting’s onto the fire, and settled down for the evening..............
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Part 2

It was night time when the Woman rider reached the town, a pale sickly half moon attempted to bull its way through a wall of dense clouds, it only partially succeeded.

As the rider entered through the towns opened gates, a noticed nailed and torn in one corner caught her attention, stopping her mount she leaned forward to read what it said.

“Take Note citazins, on the forfh day of the warm season a Tornamint is to be held wiffin the townz field of celibratons, all champyons and challengers welcom e

Names of contenders to be given at the offise of the townz Leader”.....

The woman read and commented, “ I hope they  fight better than they spell”, sighing she then rode on.

A shout reached the woman’s ears as she rode passed a stone building she ignored it until the shout came again, more directly at her.

“ HEY YOU, ..YOU ON THE CART HORSE STOP!, WHERE DO YA FINK YER GOING MAN”

The woman stopped her mount, bared her teeth and gripped the reins tightly, the shouter ran to her and drew level with her left leg, looking down the woman leered at the man standing below her.

Dressed in a chain mail vest, brown leggings and matching boots, the man strained his neck as he looked up at the riders face.

“ Didn’t ya hear me calling yo.....” the man said before he gazed upon the darkened face and soul cutting dark eyes of the woman that towered above him, the Guardsman ( for that is what he was) stammered and stuttered, then took a step backward, his right hand going to his left hip where hung a short sword in its scabbard.

The woman watched his movement, then shook her tussled maned head in warning, the Guardsman's hand dropped as if it weighed an anvils weight, the woman spoke.

“ Did you call me a Man!?, are you blind or dim witted that you can’t tell when a woman passes you?” the spoken words came out gruffly, through bared teeth and drawn lips.

The Guardsman, stammered a partial reply, “ You rode past... I didn’t see.. you a Woman....I...”

“Bah! “ replied the woman rider, as she nudge Firemane forward, (the horse whinnied as if in laughter at the Guards expense) the Guard stood watching the horse rear end sway as it moved, he also noticed the woman riders rear end (that was almost as wide as the horses) sway also.

Sighing in defeat the Guard returned to his Guard house,  seeking sympathy and solace in a tankard of warm meed.

The town was at the first hour of night, still active, townsfolk meandered along streets, some stood at doorways talking, others hurried to their homes hopefully to a warm meal and a warmer lover.

Alas not everyone engaged in such activities, off to the right along a less active street, a pair of men stood watching the people come and go.

The taller of the two and heavier set man nudged his associate drawing his attention to the tall rider that passed them, the two men left their post and began to follow the rider, at a safe distance.

Eventually the woman stopped her horse outside a Hostelry, its yellow painted sign declared it a Hostel for wayfarers and promised food and beds at a reasonable price.

With a throw of her right leg over the saddles pommel, the woman slide of her mounts back, ( Fireflame neighed in seeming relief of the removal of the women’s heavy weigh) The woman leered at her horses eyes, muttered something to it , then dropped its reins.

walking towards the Hostels doors, she stopped, ran her hand through her night black mane,  smoothed down her vest, and rubbed the wrinkles out of her breeches, she then pushed on the door and entered.......



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