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Demonesqu
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Egle ran out the building leaving everyone behind. Jolting down the street he whistled for his horse in the same rhythm. Calypos whinnied as she ran out of the barn, she had knocked over two men. Calypso jolted along side the running Egle, he held to her reigns, almost skidding as she kept running, he swung his leg over, the horse slowed down from shock, but once she felt her rider sit in the saddle she jolted fast. Egle steered and lead Calypso to where she had to go. He avoided civilians and other people. A man ahead with a vegetable cart was having trouble, for his wheel had broken. Calypso with an ease leaped over the cart, men and women ducked in fear, but she landed in a stumble but still in constant pace. Egle and Calypso were one, possible one of the very few best riders in his city.
Egle saw the gates closed, he shouted ahead to not close them. They tried to skid the big doors to a hault but the weight resisted the tugging of the 6 guards. Egle whipped his reins to pick up speed, in a riggid flash and just the perfect gap to fit his horse he was beyond the gate. People stood around puzzled of what just happened. He rode off kicking dirt and dust behind him. He steered his horse north, he knew that's where she had to go. He knew she was heading to the mountains to find that dead man... fool is all he could think.
A mile behind him, the door stayed open people trying to pick up their breath of the quick chaos of the stampede of one rider. In the dust and haste was Egle's sister riding a small mule, in a consistent trot and stubborn grumble. Gaurds tried to stop her but she just ignored and turned the other cheek. A man stepped in front of her, she did not stop, he tried to confront her into what she was doing. But, her big mule head butted him harshly in the stomach, the man grunted and stepped aside. She turned to only stick her tongue out and carry on.
Egle saw the gates closed, he shouted ahead to not close them. They tried to skid the big doors to a hault but the weight resisted the tugging of the 6 guards. Egle whipped his reins to pick up speed, in a riggid flash and just the perfect gap to fit his horse he was beyond the gate. People stood around puzzled of what just happened. He rode off kicking dirt and dust behind him. He steered his horse north, he knew that's where she had to go. He knew she was heading to the mountains to find that dead man... fool is all he could think.
A mile behind him, the door stayed open people trying to pick up their breath of the quick chaos of the stampede of one rider. In the dust and haste was Egle's sister riding a small mule, in a consistent trot and stubborn grumble. Gaurds tried to stop her but she just ignored and turned the other cheek. A man stepped in front of her, she did not stop, he tried to confront her into what she was doing. But, her big mule head butted him harshly in the stomach, the man grunted and stepped aside. She turned to only stick her tongue out and carry on.