Snippet #1262494

Tas quietly scanned the country-side with weary, and tired eyes. Seeing nothing so far he continued to head downhill once more, gritting his teeth all of the way down. Once they reached level ground his horse shuffled around nervously. This began to make Tas nervous. There was nothing in sight, nothing at all. If he couldn't see a threat that was a terrible situation to be in. Uneasily, he leaned forward, diguising his face with his hood incase he was being followed. He had a run in with multiple bounty hunters, and a few royal kill teams. Tas had of course evaded every time, he wasn't fit for combat. One hit to his torso would have him gasping in pain, immobilized for a few moments. Wiping the presperation gathering on his forehead Tas just simply braced himself as his horse trotted up another hill.

He leaned forward resting his head against one of his hands. What was he doing? Heading to the mountains, on a whim? going off of dreams, compulsions, and halucinations. Though if he had any great shots at reaching safety, it would atleast be deep within the mountains. Search parties wouldn't dare to venture even a half of a mile into the mountains. Even if I am going insane, this is my best bet Tas's thoughts were interupted when he reached the top of yet again another hill.

Looking up he tensed up, as did his horse, for what he saw frightened them both equally. Barreling towards them over the horizon was a dragon. Tas silently hoped the dragon proved non-hostile. All he had on him was a dagger, and a few knives. On top of being wounded he wouldn't last long in a fight. Tas simply clutched his reins, and continued to urge his horse forward slowly while still keeping his hood up.