Riding through the streets of Magnolia was somewhat nostalgic for Arthur. It was nostalgic since it felt like it had been so long since he was helping out that poor mother and her equally as troubled daughter. And yet, Arthur found himself returning here on a job. The clacking of horse hooves against cobble was oddly satisfying to him as his horse bounded down the city streets. Sticking to the side roads and avoiding heavily populated squares, Arthur was doing his best to avoid a crash. His horse was never one to hesitate, putting full trust in its rider that they would not crash. It was exhilarating, almost a joyride at the speed he was going. The hair that Arthur did not have up in a bun was flapping in the wind behind him, and his heart was beating with just as much vigor as the gallop of his speed. A shop's sign flapped in the wind left behind from his pace, "Sorry!" Arthur called out as he darted past a group of pedestrians, each member taking their turn to shout some sort of explicative. He felt momentary guilt for disturbing them so, but the rush of his joyride overcame any of that hesitation. From what the job had described, he would be meeting another mage at the entrance to the forest as the sun went down, right at dusk to be precise. He wanted to make it there in time, Arthur wanted to make a good impression on his coworker, networking was one of his strong suits in that regard. From what Arthur could tell without glancing at his timekeeping lacrima, it was getting there rather quickly. All of the town's cities had yellow light emanating from their pane glass storefronts, while the streetlacrimas were all on for the evening. It was a beautiful sight, in a way, to see that the sun was going down and the effect it had on the city. While the night did generally tend to make him somewhat disconcerted, his proficiency and life experience granted him reassurance in his abilities as a mage and general mercenary.
"Easy, boy!" Arthur calmed as he pulled on the reigns of his horse. Sending dust up into the air, its hooves skidded to a stop right outside of the city's edge. Before him stood the gate separating the town's outskirts and whatever dwelled within the forest. From what he had known, there wasn't much to the forest aside from the general creepy feeling. Because it had been so long ago when he had last entered the forest, the thought and feeling that came with the place was just generally foreign. What he did remember, though, was that the forest did in fact have some very peculiar residents in terms of fauna. The most interesting, if he remembered correctly, where the wolves that could look into his soul and return with all of his intentions and desires. If he had the choice, Arthur would avoid that pack even though they had been quite hospitable to him before. His mind, naturally, kept wandering back to the encounter he had experience prior to meeting the pack. He could remember it as clear as light shining through an open window, there had been something watching him in the woods that day, something that he was potentially going to slay. From what the poster described, it was some type of magical lion that terrorized the town's outskirts.
Hitching his horse on the post of the fence gate, Arthur dismounted from his horse and combed his fingers through its mane. Patting it on the head, he soothed it while waiting for his partner to show up.
WC: 614 TWC: 614
"Easy, boy!" Arthur calmed as he pulled on the reigns of his horse. Sending dust up into the air, its hooves skidded to a stop right outside of the city's edge. Before him stood the gate separating the town's outskirts and whatever dwelled within the forest. From what he had known, there wasn't much to the forest aside from the general creepy feeling. Because it had been so long ago when he had last entered the forest, the thought and feeling that came with the place was just generally foreign. What he did remember, though, was that the forest did in fact have some very peculiar residents in terms of fauna. The most interesting, if he remembered correctly, where the wolves that could look into his soul and return with all of his intentions and desires. If he had the choice, Arthur would avoid that pack even though they had been quite hospitable to him before. His mind, naturally, kept wandering back to the encounter he had experience prior to meeting the pack. He could remember it as clear as light shining through an open window, there had been something watching him in the woods that day, something that he was potentially going to slay. From what the poster described, it was some type of magical lion that terrorized the town's outskirts.
Hitching his horse on the post of the fence gate, Arthur dismounted from his horse and combed his fingers through its mane. Patting it on the head, he soothed it while waiting for his partner to show up.
WC: 614 TWC: 614
