((Sorry for not starting this soon, guys! Curse that darn procrastonation... I'm going to be busy today so I'll start this tomorrow, I promise!
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((Really sorry about the delay and the double post! Anyway, here it is, mates! ))

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They were supposed to be here five minutes ago. Xoroku was counting, tapping her foot in rhythm with each second that passed. The blank expression on her face could have fooled anyone; she was mad. Furious, even, that the rest of the group was nowhere to be found.

Roughly, Xoroku tugged at the reigns of her impatient black steed, positioning herself on the saddle as the others slowly climbed over the gravelly hills of Mordor.

"You're late," She called out, frowning in their direction.

Saerwen answered back, "It is difficult to tell which of these piles of slag you all call 'hills' is which. I should recieve some credit that I found you in the first place!" Though she had lived here for some time, she had only officially become a full-time resident with the breaking of the horse trade between Rohan and Mordor, and still considered herself foreign. She returned scowl for scowl and surveyed the elf (OOC: I assume), whom she had only just met. This was going to be an interesting journey.

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Deawen rode up just behind Saerwen she seemed distracted when she showed up but she answered Xoroku with slight irratation " I am not late, you are simply early" she gave a looked that dared anyone to object. She had the Air of a leader strong proud and stubborn, but she was often the outcast preferring to be alone but she was Commanded to ride with this certain group. She would rather lead armies than be an equal or underling.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Now also Aranel appeared, her face and clothes covered with dust. "You'd thikn of a better point to meet next time", she said.

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"I'm simply following our commander's orders. If any one of you has a problem, maybe you should take it up with the Mouth of Sauron." Xoroku raised an eyebrow challengingly, continuing to glare at them. After a moment, she said, "We're late enough as it is. There will be time for proper introductions later. Osgiliath awaits." With that, Xoroku began towards the Black Gate, pausing only a second and waiting for them to follow.

Rhavaniel followed, nudging her steed forward.
She had an air of arrogance around her as she passed the others, holding her head high.
"Maybe we should." she said coldly, her voice cutting like a knife.
She held Xoroku's gaze staedily, her eyes intense, her hands steady.

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Deawen rolled her eyes and snorted, but fondly she patted her steed's arched neck He stamped tossing his head. she nudged him past the others, Delibertly showing off the smooth even footfall of her horse's gait. when she passed Rhavaniel's horse Bredol (Dea's horse) pinned his ears back and held his head up acting as if to bite. Deawen took no heed just sat calmly in her saddle only urged him forward again. he picked up his pace snorting and passed Rhavaniel swishing his tail at her. Deawen chuckled her horse was more competitive than her, Deawen had no use for arrogance, it led to know where.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Missed you as well! -hugs- It's great to back with you!

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The part-elf scowled at the horse, her hand twitching to the knife at her thigh.
She hated company. Company slowed her down and scared off food.
And she was hungry, she couldnt wait to be in the heat of battle again, where men seemed to offer their blood like gifts on their shiny armour, and their screams sounded like string-quartets playing for her pleasure.
She wondered if Deawen would scream.
She seemed oblivious to her gift of drawing attention to herself by simply not drawing it in.
Rhavaniel smirked, and let her fingers rest on her thigh, where hour's earlier someone had ended their pitiful life.
She loved a challenge.

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Deawen said nothing she sensed the urge to attack from Rhavaniel she ignored it. Deawen was smaller and more fragile than her companions and she knew this but she had her advantage her skills with a blade were reknowned as well as her horsemanship but what many knew was only the surface what was kept hidden deep inside her was a fire that could not be tamed or bent.
She enjoyed irratating others especaily when they lost their temper she wondered how far she would have to push Rhavaniel before she lost her temper? she couldn't wait to find out.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Saerwen watched the little power struggles going on amongst the others and bit her lip, just barely able to control her laugh, but not the smile. Just like the horses, trying to establish the pecking order. She urged her pride and jewel, Ungoliant, up with the others, staying to the side and watching the aggression of the group, just barely contained. "It seems a strange thing, to me, that the Mouth would put together such a motley crew of Evil ones who each seek their own interests." She smiled and said, "I wonder, what is he up to?"

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I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Rhavaniel turned her bloodthirsty eyes on the human, letting them swipe once over her form.
"Trying to establish order, and perhaps persuading us to learn how to deal with each other,"she leant over"Or maybe,"she whispered dangerously" Mayhap he was offering me lunch."
She did not care much for humans, she found them weak and uninteresting. If they were'nt, she mused, someone had yet to prove it to her. And she had seen much in her long years.

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Deawen made a noise that could have been a growl, she was smiling a devilish grin several clops of rock sprayed from her horses hooves but she was angled so none would be hit by them she changed her course slightly and the rocks rained down on Rhavaniel. " that should take care of your lunch delima" she turned in her saddle to face Saerwen " don't mind her she's just as bitter as the rest of'em " her tone was light when contrasted against her natural reclusive behavior.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

The creature with the face and body of an elf, but mind of a demon halted her horse suddenly, and bared long fangs at Deawen.
The air seemed to grow cold, and she seemed suddenly taller, with sharper features, as she twisted her horse to face the human.
She reached out with a white finger, and touched her cheek lightly, hearing her heart quite clearly "Melamin," she whispered, her tone so kind it was cruel "my little human... What are you doing? Why do you speak such words, Kotyaer? Do you wish to incur my wrath?"

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Deawen turned her horse to face RHavaniel then drew level with her Deawen gazed steadly back at Rhavaniel her eyes piercing but calm she flinched slightly at the touch " Yes I do " she answered her voice sweet " I will speak whatever I feel like to the likes of You Little Demon" Her voice suddenly become cold and unfeeling " It is you who should be wary of whom you speak " she could have singed the demon to nothingness but decided against it she would leave a warning with a move so fast the eye could not follow Deawen had left a black mark on Rhavaniel's cheek a burn mark was more true.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

The pain ment nothing to her. She had endured it all.
Physical, Mental- It burned down to nothing apart from anger and shame.
She reached forward with inhuman and unelfish speed, and grabbed the human around the neck, well aware that they were both out to test their strengths.
"Do not tempt me, little one. I hold the Dark Lords ear as none but few. I do not tolerate ignorance of my station," she leant close to her smooth neck, her teeth bared and pointed in the dull light"And you do smell so very appetising..."

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