Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 3:51:34 GMT
Arkin rushed through the woods as he rode on one of the white horses he took from his family farmstead. While everyone was busy working or guarding, the boy thought it would be better to sneak off again. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about with the newcomers who came down from the sky. Skaikru. His parents warned him and his older siblings about the Sky People, and how they were dangerous. He didn't really believe it since they never encountered any of them yet. In fact, their warning about Skaikru only increased his curiosity about them and his desire to see them with his own eyes.
It didn't take him long to get through Trikru territory and into Skaikru's. Once he arrived, he slowed his horse down to a stop and gently patted it on the neck before carefully gazing around. It was like any other day to him, but he was prepared. His bow was at his back and his quiver of arrows strapped behind him at his waist. He also had his two daggers sheathed – one at his waist, while the other was sheathed in a shoulder harness with the handle pointed down for a quicker draw of the blade if he needed to. He'd rather not though.
“Let's go, Atriox,” He whispered to his horse as he kicked the back of his heels a little against its sides.
Atriox started to walk again, and Arkin continued to look around his surroundings every now and again; wondering if and when he'll see any of these Skaikru around, and if the rumors of them were true or not. Dare he go as close to their camp as possible? He frowned a bit at that thought, unsure if he wanted to risk getting that close or not.
Not long after he arrived in their territory and not seeing anyone so far, he stopped and jumped down when he arrived at a stream to take a short break. He took his water-skin off of his belt and bent down to submerged it into the cold stream to refill it, while Atriox bowed his head down to drink from the stream.
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