Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Hunter D. I own the movies on DVD but not
the rights to them, yada yada yada. Enjoy! Please read and review! And yes,
this is an intro chapter. Think of at as a prologue if you will.
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Looking up into the sun, she dared to do what most wouldn't. Not even bother to shield her eyes and look directly onto the burning brightness of it. Finally, when her pupils were horizontally the size of the side of a slit of paper, she raised her long delicate hand to cover then from the assaulting rays.
Lowering her head at last and pulling the hood closer about her, she sighed. Giving a slight kick to her horse, then thing began trotting forward in a slow even pace. What looked like a barren waste land seemed to stretch on for miles untold. For she started out the day with the sky behind her to the east, then gradually it moved above her taunting her, until it lay before her in the west. With narrowed eyes, and carefully covered body, she nudged the horse forward some more. She was beginning to feel the ache of the sun blaring down on her, and she was sure by the sweating state of her stallion that he could use some shade, not to mention drink.
The steady pace of the moving form beneath her became almost lulling to a point, where she blinked one moment and found herself leaning over the animal's head the next.
The horse neighed and tossed it's mane back, exposing its teeth it continued making those same irritating sounds, until finally she couldn't take it anymore and pulled on the reigns, the small braces of metal on the side of her carriers mouth pulling at the gums.
They both stood lone figures in the middle of the seeming desert with the glowing sun above, causing heat ripples on the ground around the horses feet. "What is it?" The rider snapped at last. Her voice court and cold, but more then that, short biting and impatient. Though not, in all fairness unpleasant.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" A deep masculine voice asked, in between soft sounds being held deep in the throat.
"For the same reason I am about to whip you." She hissed. "Because I have a deadline." She said, the cloaked figure leaned back to one of the pouches dangling off of the horse's saddle.
The horse in turn trotted back and began throwing its head about wildly, until the rider lifted her hands and sat back, waiting for the temper tantrum to pass. Otherwise she didn't know what she might do to the stupid beast and figured it unwise to slay it now, and walk the continuing day's journey on foot. "What is it?"
"You are driving yourself too hard. If you continue this way." The horse let the rest of the sentence slid and hang in the air. Throwing it's head up and down as though nodding in agreement with his last statement.
The hooded rider sighed. "It's only a day's ride to the town." She said, now the back of her healed shoes, with spikes stabbing out on the sides poking at the horse, urging it to move on.
The horse reared back on its hind legs, but further then that refused to move.
The cloaked figure leaned forward, standing up in her stirrups, she leaned her lips close to his ear. "Either you walk, run, or trot. I don't care, but either you move in that direction," She hissed in a cold down to business voice, as she poked her finger forward pointing in the direction which she meant, which was a straight line straight in front of them. "Or I am getting off, leaving you here alone, and at any sign of you getting anywhere near me kill you and probably from all this heat kill myself in the process. And you don't really want me to die, now do you?" The cold voice whispered softly.
The horse lowered its head obediently once more and began moving forward with the same pace he had used earlier. Sitting back in the blood red polished saddle, she lowered her head to shield her eyes from the bright glare of the sun, it was getting too much even for her. Tightening her gloved hands around the reigns, she could feel the skin of her knuckles pulling growing taunt. Taking in a deep breath, she passed the tip of her tongue smoothly over her lips, and allowed herself to think of better ways to wet her dry and cracked lips.
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Looking up into the sun, she dared to do what most wouldn't. Not even bother to shield her eyes and look directly onto the burning brightness of it. Finally, when her pupils were horizontally the size of the side of a slit of paper, she raised her long delicate hand to cover then from the assaulting rays.
Lowering her head at last and pulling the hood closer about her, she sighed. Giving a slight kick to her horse, then thing began trotting forward in a slow even pace. What looked like a barren waste land seemed to stretch on for miles untold. For she started out the day with the sky behind her to the east, then gradually it moved above her taunting her, until it lay before her in the west. With narrowed eyes, and carefully covered body, she nudged the horse forward some more. She was beginning to feel the ache of the sun blaring down on her, and she was sure by the sweating state of her stallion that he could use some shade, not to mention drink.
The steady pace of the moving form beneath her became almost lulling to a point, where she blinked one moment and found herself leaning over the animal's head the next.
The horse neighed and tossed it's mane back, exposing its teeth it continued making those same irritating sounds, until finally she couldn't take it anymore and pulled on the reigns, the small braces of metal on the side of her carriers mouth pulling at the gums.
They both stood lone figures in the middle of the seeming desert with the glowing sun above, causing heat ripples on the ground around the horses feet. "What is it?" The rider snapped at last. Her voice court and cold, but more then that, short biting and impatient. Though not, in all fairness unpleasant.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" A deep masculine voice asked, in between soft sounds being held deep in the throat.
"For the same reason I am about to whip you." She hissed. "Because I have a deadline." She said, the cloaked figure leaned back to one of the pouches dangling off of the horse's saddle.
The horse in turn trotted back and began throwing its head about wildly, until the rider lifted her hands and sat back, waiting for the temper tantrum to pass. Otherwise she didn't know what she might do to the stupid beast and figured it unwise to slay it now, and walk the continuing day's journey on foot. "What is it?"
"You are driving yourself too hard. If you continue this way." The horse let the rest of the sentence slid and hang in the air. Throwing it's head up and down as though nodding in agreement with his last statement.
The hooded rider sighed. "It's only a day's ride to the town." She said, now the back of her healed shoes, with spikes stabbing out on the sides poking at the horse, urging it to move on.
The horse reared back on its hind legs, but further then that refused to move.
The cloaked figure leaned forward, standing up in her stirrups, she leaned her lips close to his ear. "Either you walk, run, or trot. I don't care, but either you move in that direction," She hissed in a cold down to business voice, as she poked her finger forward pointing in the direction which she meant, which was a straight line straight in front of them. "Or I am getting off, leaving you here alone, and at any sign of you getting anywhere near me kill you and probably from all this heat kill myself in the process. And you don't really want me to die, now do you?" The cold voice whispered softly.
The horse lowered its head obediently once more and began moving forward with the same pace he had used earlier. Sitting back in the blood red polished saddle, she lowered her head to shield her eyes from the bright glare of the sun, it was getting too much even for her. Tightening her gloved hands around the reigns, she could feel the skin of her knuckles pulling growing taunt. Taking in a deep breath, she passed the tip of her tongue smoothly over her lips, and allowed herself to think of better ways to wet her dry and cracked lips.