pɩɕʇʋʁɜ ɩɴ ʇʜɜ fɩʁə ∞ ɩʁɜ ɩʂ ɴɩʛʜ

[Light]

CrimsonMoonGirl~ I finally got my butt out of bed this morning XD Sooooo sorry ><

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The snowy mountains towered high above the grim march of about a handful of men, and one woman. They seemed to be lead by a short, spiteful little wretch that seemed to complain about everything--his horse breathed too loudly, or his companions were incompetent. The other men of the band were not thrilled of his comments, but the presence of the female seemed to keep their weapons where they should be. Her sharp glares seemed to be enough as her eyes were an acidic green that burned holes through those that they settled upon. She was short, and had the knobby features of a street rat. Her hood covered her head for the most part, but when the wind blew and froze her cheeks with its cold fingers, blood red hair would fly out into her face. She had a round, child-like face with a wide nostrils that flared when she was angry. Her cheeks, pale with the cold, had light brown freckles splattered across her nose and under her eyes.

Her and her companions were on a scouting mission of the valley, and they seemed to be slowing down due to the piling snow in their path. She squints a bit to see past the flurry mess that had beforehand been relentlessly assaulting them, and was now settling down enough for their field of vision to expand greatly. She seemed to not enjoy being stuck with a bunch of men in the pass freezing--but unlike their 'leader', she seemed to handle it a lot better.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Movment... On the bluffs," one of the scouts suddenly calls

(You've done well my student x3 *glomps and gives cookie*]

[Light]

( *noms on cookie happily* yay! It took me awhile... X'D I glad it be goooood )

She sharply turns her head and settles her gaze upwards towards the rocky heights.

"Well?" the man snaps his reigns angrily, "What is it?!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Dunno... Muskox or wildlings, too far," the man cals back, spurring his horse foreward, snow clouding up behind it

[Light]

"Hey!" the man calls, kicking his own horse into motion. The other scouts follow after the two, minus the female who lagged behind carefully. Muskox? With how the wind was blowing, they should be able to smell them...

[CrimsonMoon]

Almost immediately, and arrow sank into the first man's throat. His horse screamig as it suddenly drops, blood pouring from his wounds...

[Light]

Seeing the arrow embed itself into the scouts neck, the man lets out a choked yell, "AMBU--!!!" He begins to screech, only to be cut off as a arrow quizzes through the air and sinks into his eye. He falls off the horse and piteously cries until another cuts off his oxygen by piercing his neck.

That seems to spur the others into action, and the female hastily unbuckled a broad leather shield from the saddle and raises it towards where the arrows came from.

[CrimsonMoon]

A young wildling with red brown hair and blue eyes suddenly appears, wielding a huge bow and drawing back an arrow almost as large at a small sword, he aims... And with a screeh of wind, the arrow impailes another Brother's horse..

[Light]

Another arrow flies as the horse falls, hitting the rider in the chest. A middle aged wildling, twice the age of his companion nimbly jumps down the ledges of the cliff, into the battle below. His black grey hair is pulled back in a short tail behind his head, and he would have looked more to be an old nobleman if he hadn't a jagged scar running down from the tip of his hair line to his jaw over his left eye. The eye itself was a misty white, and seemed to swirl like the snow that was falling around them. The red-head bares her sharp, crooked teeth in anger. She urges her horse into a charge towards the younger wildling.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young wildling cocks another arrow andcires, the shaft sinking into the horse's throat and sticking out behing its neck, slashing the girl as the beast fell

[Light]

She lets out a startled cry and unhooked her feet from the straps. She tosses he weight as far away from the large animal as possible, not quite eager to be crushed underneath it. She puts a gloved hand over the graze on her lower abomen and lets the shield she had on the other fall so she could reach for a knife.

The older man harrumphs a bit with his arrow drawn and aimed at her, "I'd stop what you're doing if I were you,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man draws another huge arrow and advances on her, keeping it cocked at her," The Wall... They must be getting desperate

[Light]

The female angrily bares her teeth together and lets her hand fall from the pouch holding her weapons, "Desperate!? How dare you insult us you--"

"Brat--," the old man interrupts, "make her shut up or I'll close that nasty little trap of hers real quick,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The wildling bow calmly approaches her, suddenly slamming his elbow into her ribs

[Light]

Her body recoils from the quick and sudden blow, the air escaping out of her throat making her choke and gasp for it to come back. The old man lowers his bow and slides the thin arrow in the leather quiver on his back. "'Bout damn time." He takes a few strides closer to the youngest of the duo and the dazed female, and spits on the ice.

[CrimsonMoon]

Te young man glances at his companion, then grabs the girl's collar, lifting her up, his huge bow and arrow slung over his back. He locts her up to look at her face,"... You don'teven seem like a woman yet,"

[Light]

Her eyes angrily look up into his and she purses her lips. For a moment it looked as if she were just pouting, but when she spits in his face its clear she wasn't. The older man roars in laughter throwing his head back.

[CrimsonMoon]

He sighs and pulls her up, using her chest to wipe his face," Thats quite mean for a southerner," He murmurs

[Light]

"You expect us all to bend down and kiss someone's a**?!" She barks, kicking her feet angrily.

"I like her--but you can keep her away from me," the older man reaches back and pulls his hood up over his head.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You ARE from beyond the wall," He answers