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[CrimsonMoon]

-T I M E . S K I P-

The horses' breath created great clouds of steam as they treked through the silent, barren forest. Boshop's old fiend, Grendal, was glancing around,"... Usually you would see tracks by now,"

[deepwallow]

Bishop looked around curiously. "Then either something covered them up, or they didn't come this way." He replied, looking around intently for tracks. It was freezing, but Bishop loved it

[CrimsonMoon]

" Theycame... I can feel it," Grendal murmurs and rolls his eyes," Go look over at those bluffs, theres a valley beneath it, you can see for miles across the tundra

[deepwallow]

Bishop nods and moves toward it, being careful and taking in his every surrounding as he went. Finally he got to the hills and looked out from behind a rock

[CrimsonMoon]

A few miles across the tundra, a group of wildlings were headed toward the forest oppisite, thicker forests

[deepwallow]

Bishop hurried back down. "You were right, Grendal. the wildlings are escaping to the other forest line." He reported

[CrimsonMoon]

Grendal growls and draws his crossbow," We cut 'em off, quickly!" He kicks his horse, steering it with just his knees as it leaps foreward," GO!"

[deepwallow]

Bishop watches him for a second before laughing and drawing his sword, racing after him. The bloodlust shone brightly in Bishop's eyes, a grin on his face as they raced forward

[CrimsonMoon]

The war horses streak across the tundra, the wildligs spotting them... Immediately a rag tag defense of about five of wildlings. They didnt wear armor but furs instead. The largest man roars a battle cry

[deepwallow]

And Bishop returns it with a growl of his own as he stands on the saddle of his horse and jumps off as it charges through them In a stampede.bishop lands on his feet and takes a powerful swing at one of the wildlings that got pushed by the horse, slicing open the jerkin he was wearing and striking deep

[CrimsonMoon]

The larger wildling swings his warhammer. Catchig Bishop full in the back and sending him sprawling, his bones screeching in protest. A crossbow bolt slams into the large wildlings' eye. The man dying almost instantly. Gredal draws his knife and leaps onto another, ripping open the man's throat, the last defender leaps at Bishop, wieldig a bone knife..

[deepwallow]

Bishop, who looked terribly wounded, suddenly turns with a wild grin and hits the attack full on the temple with the butt of his sword's handle, instantly knocking them out and sending them flying a few feet to the snow. "Got one alive." He announced, cracking his back with a grunt, but kept a slight grin on his face

[CrimsonMoon]

The one who attacked him scrambles up, the furry hood slippig down. Long, straight, black hair rolled down over a defiant yet beautiful face, blood ered one side of her face and she holds her knfe up defiantly

Grendal smirks," Oh wow... Huh... What a cute little girl..."

[deepwallow]

"Hey! You were the one who told me about how Troy got his manhood cut off by one of these 'pretty little things.'" Bishop said with a chuckle, going into a defensive stance while facing the girl.

[CrimsonMoon]

Grendal laughs," Thags because he didnt disarm her," He walks confindently toward the girl who hazes at him with wide eyes, defiant eyes that glowed a red brown eyes

[deepwallow]

Bishop raised an eyebrow. "And you think you can? Ha! I bet she sends you to the ground." He said

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl hisses and cries," Stay away!!"

Grendal suddeny poinces on the girl, slamming her hand so the knife disappears into the snow.

[deepwallow]

Bishop watches with a raised eyebrow. "Oh wow, Grendal.
Real sophisticated and precise, aren't you? Very graceful moves." He says, voice dripping with sarcasm

[CrimsonMoon]

Grendal traps the girl beneath him in the snow, pinnin her hands above her head as the girl struggles and growls at him like an animal," Oh, you know me... Precision and cleanliness are my most noticable attributes~"

[deepwallow]

"Uh huh. Say, Grendal. What ever are you doing there? You wouldn't be doing what I think you are, would you?" Bishop asked in a lighthearted manner. But his eyes.... His eyes were dark and filled with a quiet bloodlust that could burst at any second