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Post by Dustin on Mar 26, 2011 4:15:04 GMT -5
[size=1]..Because they do have it hard. They get sent into battle and tramatized.. they have hearts and attachments, but knights only see them as a beast to ride upon. They are gentle and deserve it in return. Instead they are whipped and kicked, demanded to stay calm and relaxed while blood falls around them.. The boy turned his head awya, not sure what else he could say. He went.. too deep, but he didn't dare. He treated all the animals better then people, and this man wasn't to know why? People disgust me.. they are selfish, rude, arrogant, sinning and cruel. Why do you think I choose this life? To be far from those monsters and instead here, with gentle creatures who only hurt for means of food, not amusement.
The man got his attention for a moment.. and.. it was enough for Dustin to be caught in the words. He inched over to the other, but stopped and grabbed a pale, moving to open a stall and step in, pouring the water in a trough.. and stepping back, not caring it was empty, it would be filled once one of those tin head knights came back. So, here he was, standing before the now closed stall.. and the pricne on the ground. He took a step towards him, to loom over him and frown.. arms crossed over his chest, that slightly dirted face holding a soft glare. You shall get no pity from me, sir monster.. you have earned my hate well. besides! I am shocked they did not take your sword.. when you lost your foot. I would think you to be useless.. .. but you have good friends who care to dwell in iron it seems.. [/size][/blockquote] |
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