The Missing Heir RP

[LoveThatChick]

Aeron had kept up a fast pace, slowing to a lope every now and then. By the time he had reached the river, it was mid morning. He dismounted for a rest on the wide rocky bank and let the horse drink from the crystal clear water. Aeron sat on a large boulder, rummaging in his satchel, he produced a small, embroidered, drawstring bag. Pulling out a very small, flat stone with runic markings scratched into it. "Eat this, my loyal friend." He said, raising the stone for the horse too see, the horse obeyed, eyes glazing over then clearing. "Good lad, know you are truly mine," he smiled happily, the stone was enchanted to bind the animal to him. Meaning that, no matter what, if they were separated the horse would find him, it would obey his every command and even defend him.

Aeron started when he heard the sound of hooves coming from the woods far behind him, he raised his bow, reaching to his quiver for an arrow.

 

[MoonSkin]

Karok held his arm ahead of him to shield his face from branches as his horse ran. It's heavy hooves sunk into the ground with a thud. The sound of running water grew stronger when suddenly Karok and his steed broke from the tree line. The sudden sight of Aeron, with his bow drawn, startled the shire as it halted and reared.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Aeron gasped, a Zurian! That was not at all what he had been expecting and he locked eyes for an instant as the horse came down from rearing. Aeron had frozen for a second, eyes wide, mouth slack, then he jumped into action.
He grabbed the arrow and quickly notched it as he lept to his feet, then raised the bow...

 

[MoonSkin]

Adrenaline pulsed through Karoks veins as he leapt down from the horse. His heavy, armored body gave a boom as he landed. With his shield raised slightly, ready for the arrows, Karok drew his sword and sized up Aeron. Wildfolk....but much to tall...what is your shift?.. Karok could feel his pulse in his chest, his rill was raised and dyed red, teeth bared and tail lashing behind him; the stance he had always taken in combat.

 

[LoveThatChick]

((Is Karok thinking that, or asking Aeron what his shift is?))
Aeron's first instinct was to release the now taut bowstring and let the arrow bury itself in the Zurian's eye, but instead, he relaxed the tension on the bowstring and lowered the it slightly, maybe he could get out of this without a fight, Zurians were very strong...

 

[MoonSkin]

((He's thinking it but, I could have him ask if you'd like.))

The hesitation of his foe concerned Karok. He kept his shield ready and edged closer. The last thing he wanted was to foolishly let his guard down. Although he had armor none was perfect and Karok did not fancy an arrow in his body. "Will you fight or surrender horse theif?" His voice growled at Aeron.

 

[LoveThatChick]

((Maybe after you catch him, and they are travailing.))
"If I must, fight I will, but surrender? Never..." Aeron said with a laugh, trying to appear in control, though his eyes flitted to the Friesian, as he looked for a way to escape. The horse was prancing nervously about twenty feet any, ready to obey any order that his new master gave.

Aeron then realized, that his bow at such close range, was not the best weapon chose and instead, his two, twelve inch daggers, hidden in his tall boots, would be much more useful. He raised the bow and released the string, sending the arrow straight towards the Zurian's throat, then dropped the bow and quiver, only intending to slow the man so him could retrieve the daggers.

 

[MoonSkin]

((Okey doke))

The arrow embedded itself just below Karoks left collar bone. A growl of pain escaped Karoks mouth as he staggered back monetarily. The thick leather under the armor saved him from severe injury. The Zurian quickly yanked the arrow from his chest, hissed in anger and charged at Aeron. Karok swung his shield wide hoping to bash his assailant with it.

 

[LoveThatChick]

((Haha!))
He had glanced down as he reached for the daggers, hearing the Zurian hiss in anger, Aeron pulled out the daggers and straightened, looking up just in time to see the Zurian charging him before the shield struck him square in the chest. "OOF!" All the air left his lungs as he was hit with such force, that he was thrown back and into the fast flowing river. Aeron went under, forced down by the strong current, he scrambled is fingers across the slipper stones as he tried to get his head above the water.
He was pulled down river about thirty feet before he managed to stop, he came up gasping for air, lungs screaming for oxygen. He had somehow managed to hold on to the daggers and staggered to his feet, dizzy and panicked. He leaned over, hands on knees, spluttering and panting, he raised a hand with his index finger up, as if too say, Pray Goodman, wilt ye give me a moment, perchance?

 

[MoonSkin]

((The finger part made me laugh))

The river sweaped Aeron several feet before he could pull himself from the currents. For a moment Karok had thought the man would drown. With the thief incapacitated, Karok readied to strike again when suddenly a shaky finger was raised by his foe. A request of mercy must be heeded although Karok was unsure if it was a trick. "Raise thy blade thief!" The Zurian commanded. The code of honor that governs Zurian combat did not allow for striking an unarmed foe.