Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Runaway Train. ( Open)

Crimson cantered through desert, the sun shinning bright. The sky was blue, the sun bright yellow. His brown eyes looked ahead, occasionally he would nicker. There was never any reply, just the sound of the wind. The sand flew behind him, he was like a runaway train. Crimson would run fast and faster then a racehorse. He wasn't really kidding around at the time, it was time for a mission. His brown eyes searched the ground until he saw a house. Doesn't look like a hard mission. Crimson tossed his head and then started trotting. His tail swished and he then walked. He lowered his head down to the ground, sniffing the sand. Yep, he could surely smell the drugs. He pawed the ground, looking at the house. He saw a small area that the wood was not the strongest. Jackpot. A smile slid across his face.

Crimson made sure there was a good amount of distance between him and the house. He sniffed the sand, then reared. He took off with great speed, crashing through the soft wood. The humans inside fell back in their chair, screaming in terror. Crimson reared, kicking at a guy, nailing him in the face. He pranced towards another guy, stepping on his hoof. He crushed his foot underneath his hoof. " Where is it? " Crimson spoke, in his manly voice. He was a horse and all, but he had learned the human ways. The man tried to move his foot. " Down! Down stairs. " Crimson removed his hoof, " Can't let my cover get blown. " He said, turning and kicking the guy.

Crimson jumped over a few other people who were knocked out, only then he noticed his shoulder was bleeding. God dammit. He thought, then walking down the stairs. He had to lower his head down, drop his shoulders down, and try not to let the sand give up on him. That was hard, because about 90% of him was muscle, the other percent knowledge. That might not seem a lot, but that's a lot for a horse. Crimson saw one of the man, dealing drugs. " I'm sorry I have to ruin your party. " The guy turned, he had a knife in his hand. " We've been waiting for you Ghost horse. " Crimson had a small bit of fear go down his spine, but he ignored it. He ran at the guy, nipping at his hand. The human stabbed his shoulder, then drew back when he got bitten. Crimson ignored the pain, kicking the guy straight in the chest. " The company didn't say I had to keep you alive. " He turned his rump to the guy, walking towards the drugs. He sniffed them, moving them into a blanket.

Crimson realized he had a knife in his shoulder. He reached back, trying to get his teeth around it. He drew back his lip, he couldn't reach it. He had two choices, either to run with it in him and make it cut into his shoulder blade or nudge it closer to him making the cut bigger. Crimson didn't have hours to spend fixing it, the humans would soon awaken. He got the drugs into the blanket, picking the blanket up in his mouth. His nose twitched a couple times, the smell was sickening. Crimson's strides were long, he needed to get out of the doom trapped. He trotted up the stairs, he really didn't want this human to stay alive. He kicked the sand, it collapsed as he jumped out of the house. He ignored the sharp pain the knife was bringing him. Crimson galloped up a desert hill and stopped. He looked at the house that was starting to collapse, the blanket full of drugs in his mouth. He flicked his ear, a chip in it. " It's done. " He said. Crimson reared, striking his hooves in the air. Blood dribbling down his muscular shoulder.

[ I really want this to have action, it can have romance! ^.^ ]

[Anybody want to? ]

A white tigress was lazily trodding across the desert plains. She paused a moment when she smelled blood. It was a horse's blood, and male. Probably a wild mustang. She hadn't really been expecting many big animals to be out here. And she hadn't eaten in a long while. There was another scent underneath the one of the horse's blood though, more subtle. Human. Weren't many of those out here either. She followed the scent until she saw the black horse on top of the hill. He was a magnificent creature. For some reason, he had a blade sticking out of his shoulder though. It was curious, but she ignored it. There hadn't been much more than the occasional small reptile out here to eat, and that wasn't enough to sustain a full grown tigress for long. She'd have to pounce before it saw her, as there wasn't any way she could stalk it in this open place.

She sprinted out to the horse, running up the hill and leaping at it with her claws outstretched. I'll make it quick.

Crimson was not dumb, he was smart. His ears flicked as he heard the pounding of feet. His brown eyes saw the tiger. He side stepped dodging its attack. He reared, striking his hooves at her. Crimson pinned his ears back, his teeth bared. He was one of those animals that showed no mercy. He turned his butt towards her, kicking at her. He ignored the small pain in his shoulder.

She barely missed being kicked by those hooves. She quickly got out of range and stood in an aggressive stance, growling. Her tail flicked back and forth as she watched the horse intently. She might have a chance of still getting it if she managed to get behind it and pounce onto its back. She started circling the horse now, waiting to see if it would let even a little of its guard down.

Crimson's muscles showed, he followed the tigers every moves. You would think he was the same person. He pawed the air every once in the while, a warning to the tiger. He nipped at her to, his guard high and alert. He was waiting to step on the tigress.

The tigress watched and circled for a few moments more, but it didn't seem like she'd have any luck whatsoever in successfully attacking and bringing down this horse. Maybe if Markal was there...but he wasn't. She resigned herself to the fact that there'd be no way of her getting the chance to bring him down. Her attention was brought back to the knife sticking out of its shoulder. The subtle human smell was stronger now, and so was the scent of human blood and fear. Very curious. This horse just got more and more interesting. The tiger disappeared and a small asian girl about 18 years old was standing where it just was a moment ago. She had dark hair and dark blue eyes.

She regarded the horse for a moment. "Well, if you won't let me eat, maybe you'll let me get that knife out of you. Looks like that's painful." She said in a soothing voice. Of course, she didn't truly expect the horse to talk back.

Crimson watched the tiger change, he reared again. His hooves striking in the air. He turned, tossin his head and bucking. He pranced so he could see her. He pinned his ears back, his brown eyes stared at her, " Only if you truly want to. " Crimsons voice was deep, he sounded like a serious man. He bared his teeth at her still, his legs were ready to kick her.

Tolora's eyes widened. "You can talk? Wait, I'm not having a mirage, am I? Didn't think the desert would turn me crazy this fast." She regarded him with new eyes. She'd never eat anything that had some sort of human conscience, and she wasn't about to start now. "Sorry I, uh, tried to eat you."

Crimson pawed the ground, snorted. " I am a specially trained horse. I am a spy, murder, and mission leader. " He kept his ears pinned back. " I never really see tigers out in the desert. " He said. His brown eyes stared at her, he kept talking. " I was about to smash your head. "

Tolora raised an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing you didn't for me anyways." She came closer and reached out for the dagger sticking out of his shoulder. "I wasn't exactly thinking I'd find a talking horse in the desert either."

Crimson smirked, stepping a bit closer to her. His muscles were tense, the sweat shimmering on them. His ears flicked back to listen to her. " You'd be surprise what you find. This is the world we are talking about. " He smirked, pawing the ground. His long black tail flicked back and forth.

Tolora rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it." She gripped the hilt and quipped a quick warning to the horse. "This is probably going to hurt." Then she pulled it out in a quick clean motion.

Once the knife was out of Crimson, he reared. He didn't feel any pain anymore, but hit the knife out of her hand. She acted nice, but he didn't trust humans. He pinned his ears back, pawing the ground. He raised his hoof up high and snorted.

Tolora backed up slightly after dropping the knife. She could heal rather quickly, but a well-aimed kick wouldn't be healed very easily. "Hey, calm down. No more knife." She held both her hands up. "See?" She never really carried any weapons, though she was trained in several.

Crimson snorted, prancing around her. He picked his hooves up high, tossing her head. He was ready to kick at any moment. " Are you sure? " He walked towards her, nuzzling her shirt and pants. " I guess so... " He looked at the ground, seeing the drugs everywhere. " Thanks for making me spill them. " He said sarcastically, nuzzling the drugs into the blankets.

Tolora helped him gather up the drugs in a blanket and slung it over her shoulder in a pack. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about being patted down by a horse. "Hm, not only are you a talking horse, but you're a druggie as well? The secret lives of equestrians..." She grinned to show him she was just joking. It was somewhat hard to tell what his facial expressions were, but he seemed pretty serious.

Crimson tossed his head, nipping at her. " I was sent here on a mission to get these drugs. That's when I got stabbed, but all those people won't see the light. " He smiled, looking at the small pieces of wood from the house. " If you look in my ear, there's a chip. " He flicked his tail, the chip turning on. " Agent 092 We've got a 10 what do I do? " Crimson listened, it was to quite for her to hear. " Yes sir, I'm coming. " He looked at her. " Will you come with me? "

Tolora shrugged. "Sure." Her stomach growled loudly and she blushed. "Guess I'm a bit hungry." She tied the bundle around her neck and shifted into her white tiger form, the pouch disappearing. She wasn't too worried though. They always came back when she shifted back. Pretty handy if she had to carry a lot of stuff.