( ✕ | oftarth )

                                  Steady footsteps sounded almost NOISELESSLY across the forest floor,  the JINGLE of a small pouch against the sword at his side the only audible ALERT to the man’s approach. Weary lines marked his face, EXHAUSTION written in the lines of his shoulders. He often FORGOT the distance between cities, not quite FORTUNATE enough to have purchased a horse just yet. But soon. At the rate his swords were SELLING, he hoped to acquire a fair reputation among those who might need weaponry. In times of WAR, it almost seemed like a stroke of LUCK to be one who could MOLD steel as easily as one would FOLD a sheet of paper. Calloused hands raised to RUB at the nape of his neck, & Will GLANCED at the sky above. Eyes NARROWED as he attempted to peer through the FOLIAGE of the trees, seeking the sun so as to determine the TIME as best he could. A sudden CRACK of a branch nearby made Will PAUSE, head whipping towards the SOURCE of the sound. Despite the silence that FOLLOWED, he had the distinct feeling that he was being WATCHED. Caution had taught him many times to expect an ENEMY on empty roads, for there was LITTLE a man would not do if it meant getting his hands on a few extra COINS. Fingers reaching INSTINCTIVELY for the cold handle of his sword, Will silently approached the break in the trees. 

                                  “ You might as well SHOW yourself. I know you’re there. 

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you ignored the

independent will turner
from pirates of the caribbean

selective & private
oc & crossover friendly

replies will be slow

rules of engagement

written by LEA

est. april 24, 2015

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