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#2014-02-03 21:39:56, as written by missmacabre

Dapple picked his way through the rubble outside the gates of Girau. His muscles were tense, his every breath cautious. Ana felt the fear in him beneath her hands. She stroked his mane and whispered encouragement.

The pair passed through the crumbling arch of the city entrance. They were on a main road of some kind. The pavement was light grey stone, the kind that city custodians loved to keep clear and clean for visiting ambassadors. Ana could imagine these streets strewn with petals, the noble civilized folk in their silk gowns stepping lightly down the middle of the street.

In some places the stone road was cracked, whole chunks missing or splintered. The buildings on either side slumped listlessly, their broken windows gaping like dark eyes. Even the city trees, planted to decorate the small corner parks, were stripped of bark and fruit. Nature could not reclaim this place, for even here, nature died.

Ana heard the echo of clashing metal. Dapple paused in his slow walk. The horse started to back up, and he reared his head to rip the reins from Ana’s hands.

“Calm down, Dapple,” she whispered. She kept the reins tight, no matter how hard the frightened horse tugged. “Quiet, stay quiet,” she urged him.

The sounds of battle calmed for a moment. They originated from somewhere else in the city, near the downtown main streets where the buildings of law clustered together. If Ana and Dapple stayed quiet and moved quickly, they could avoid the battling beasts and seek shelter.

Then Ana heard a door slap against brick. The sound was louder than a shot in silence. She swiveled on her saddle and saw behind her, and off to the side, two sleepy-eyed orcs. They must have been camping inside one of the business buildings. They were common highwaymen and bandits, dressed in rags and waiting in ambush.

“Maybe we should have taken a back road, Dapple,” she said to the horse, “I believe the main streets have eyes on them.”

The horse neighed loudly and reared just as the two orcs surged from their hiding places. They busted the door the rest of the way off its hinges and unsheathed massive cleavers from their belts. Ana kicked Dapple’s flanks and he rushed forward, propelled by the bunched power in his back legs. They turned a corner, hanging a sharp right, where another pair of similarly dressed orcs waited in the road.

Dapple stopped so fast he nearly tossed Ana onto her face.

“Calm down, boy,” she yelled, “turn around now, turn around.” The horse and rider both struggled for control of the reins. The orcs rushed her from the front while others screamed war cries from behind. In seconds, cleavers would be biting into the flesh of them both.

Dapple continued to rear and kick while Ana cried and tugged the reins. She felt hot tears on her face. The brutish orcs in front of her swung the terrible weapons in their fists. One of them reached forward and grasped Dapple’s worn reins, his face splitting in a smile that bared his rotting black teeth.

An arrow pierced his head. It entered his eye and busted from the back of his skull, spraying both Dapple and Ana with stinking hot blood. The orc behind him faltered in his step, his eyes wide. He was looking behind Ana, and he was about to turn and run when another arrow flew into his exposed neck.

The dead orcs collapsed. The one with a hand on Dapple’s reins slithered to the ground with a grin still on his face. The frightened horse backed up and finally Ana jerked his head around.

The other orcs that had chased her were dead on the ground, and there was someone standing next to their corpses.

Snippet #2473547

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