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Aryth raised her eyebrow once again at Deawen and said, "Ha, you should know." She saw Angil nod at her and she nodded back, simply, not to friendly, but not to rudely, either.

Aryth, already mounted on her horse, took the glare she deserved from the leader and then followed suit, jumping into her place in line, silently and grim, as her comrads, if she dared to call them so. Her mind was deep in thought, her veins deep in calling for bloodshed and pain, thirsting so badly that she could almost scream, but she didn't. Instead she stroked the mane of her steed and kept her eyes down, thinking.

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Helcano looked up at the elf and was considering his words, before he gave him a slight nod in response.
He did not want to anger Xoroku or any of the others that where by their side with hasty and foolish comments.
“This is a new situation for me... I have only fought with men of my own people."
Infact this was the first time that he had seen elves in person. He had heard stories about them before, but never seen one.

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Shamíra watched the conversations betwixt the other members of their party, feeling no inclination to join in them. She had never been a woman of many words, merely deeds. She glanced at the sky, which was filling with clouds. She smirked as she contemplated the massacre which would ensue.
After a moment, she realized the time and scowled. "We are late..." she snarled, coaxing Hiruk faster, red eyes flashing with annoyance.

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she walked quickly but not because she feared being any later, no the Orcs could wait she walked quickly so she could keep up with the conversation. " wouldn't you think after centuries of losing battle where men have led would get tedious, perhaps giving leadership to women may change that tide. " Deawen put her thoughts into the conversation. She looked up at the two riders, then she scanned the road ahead and spotted her horse tethered to a post. she sighed not sure if should take the horse, when she came near the horse pawed the ground and tossed his white and black mane. He was the color of parchment with dark markings on his legs like tiger stripes and white socks. a black line down his back was a strange feature but seemed to give him character. She was smaller than most horses like his rider. Deawen quickly mounted up and in no more than four steps the horse displayed a uniuqe walk/trot, it was dramatic and arched but perfectly smooth for the rider.
Deawen rejoined the two she had talked with silently.

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Angil followed the others silently. she saw Aryth next to her. "do you know what our mission is going to be?" she asked to the elf.

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Nia's gaze went to their group, then to the sky, and then back to her horse again, Please Milord Eomer...you have got to understand...I have to do this...I'm doing this for you...

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Of all the Valar.... He was late. Again. Fearan shouldn't have been to upset over that, seeing as how he'd been late innumerable times in the past, but his tardiness really irked him today. He also knew that he shouldn't be taking it out on Wilwarin, his horse, whose gold-mottled sides were streaked with sweat from being so strongly driven. The mare snorted, and he drew in the riegns, slowing her to a working trot. They weren't far anyways. As the two rode over an ashe strewn hill, the party came into view. Fearan spurred Wilwarin to a canter and caught up to the group, grinning wolfishly.

Aleya looked up as she heard another horse approach and she saw probably her greatest friend in this group, Fearan approach. She smiled and said, "Ah, you love to make an entrace, don't you, Fearan?" She said, laughing slightly. She then heard Angil say something and she turned back towards her. "Hm?" She asked, again grave. "Oh, I am not sure."

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Shamíra rode a little ahead of the group. Her brow furrowed as she stared far into the distance. Men were beginning to leave their city. She rode back to the others. "They are beginning to arrive," she said simply before pivoting Hiruk so that she might watch their approach.

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Angil nodded and remained silent. she didn't know anyone else apart from Aryth, and not even so much, so she preferred to remain silent, riding with the others.

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Deawen turned as Fearan Approached with interest but it was quickly masked with mild interest. She had seen him various times and each time something always happened.he was not like the others at all which gave Deawen a relief. Though her Horse didn't seem to reflect this attitude as Fearan's horse passed Bredol pinned his ears back so far you couldn't see them then tried to bite the other horse, Deawen quickly snapped the riens and scolded the horse who merely lowered it's head still glaring.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

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He was considering the girls thoughts about women in commanding positions, but decided not answer her.
At the same time as he was looking towards the girl who where mounting her horse,
he noticed a rider on a horse that was rushing to join them.
Ones the horse was near enough, Helcano noticed that this was another male elf.
Helcano greeted the newcomer with a grin “It’s better to arrive late than never.”
He noticed that the newcomer’s horse looked tired and took out a water bag.
After drinking some of it himself he looked towards the elf and said: “Here, take this. Your horse looks like it needs some water.”

The reason for drinking some of the water himself was to make sure they understood that he wasn't trying to poison them.
"If anyone else needs water for themselves or your steeds, feel free to take the bag after him."

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Amarthiel nodded in a cool greeting as Fearan joined them. She had heard of the dark elf-though never really known him. "Impressive," she marked impassively "To catch up with the group so soon." she stated simply to him. With that she turned her attention back to Shamíra, hearing her message. She felt her blood quicken at the thought and a malcious glint formed in her lavender eyes. At last, the chance to wreck carnage upon the world of Men. she thought with sadistic delight as she pictured the blood flowing through the streets.

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Aryth looked back an Angil and added to her earlier comment, "Just be prepared for bloodshed and horror, my girl." She said, grinning wolfishly. "And I hope your stomach can handle the stench of death and the sight of horror."

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Angil raised her eyebrows, hearing the comment of Aryth "my stomach can surely handle death and horror, my lady" she answered ironically "probably more than yours.." she added, smiling proudly.

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Nia was apart from the group, she was not one to talk. She never really liked talking anyway.