Nathan climbed onto his horse and offered her a hand, sighing. He read the letter again, since he had once already. Who was it? Why were they trying to employ assassins to bring him instead of calling him themselves?"
"Quick reflexes and the ability to adapt to dealing with almost any obstacle..." Nathan mumbled softly. That's what is seen in an assassin. Quick, cunning, sometimes manipulative. Who better to draw someone like me into their arms...?" He sighed. "If it were just a summons directly from the person who wanted me, I wouldn't come. But now, they have my attention."
Nathan could feel her going lax. "You haven't slept, have you?" He guessed. "Shiloh, if you need, you can ride in front of me. Shadow can steer himself and I can keep you from falling off."
Nathan scooted back and helped her back on. He gently and loosely wrapped his arms around her waist. "You can trust me." He mumbled softly.
Nathan rolled his eyes. He hadn't planned on doing anything to her. Why would he? If he wanted to take advantage of her, he would have done it already.
Nathan closed his eyes, starting to rest a little himself as he let Shadow take them along without guidance. He nearly fell asleep completely, except he kept jerking slightly to wake.
(I was setting us up for that. Also, I'm going to work on the official post for the planning thread on the RP we're working on, I'm just going to post it in the thread first for you to look over, give imput on, and all that good stuff.)
(What attack post?)
(I'm thinking they'll come into a trap...)
(Before the meeting. Not even related to the meeting.)
Nathan jerked into awareness, looking over his shoulder. "Shadow! Go!" He shouted at the horse, which took off at a full gallop. He was a fast horse, but carrying two people slowed him down. Their persuers were gaining.
Nathan put his arm firmly around her. "You're coming with me, end of story. I'm not leaving you to their mercy, Shiloh. You can defend yourself, I'm sure, but not from all of them."
"Then take Shadow and go ahead. I'm more likely to make it if I get caught than you." Nathan argued. "Besides, they want me, not you."
Nathan scowled. "Shadow lets-" There was a horrible stroke of bad luck it seemed. The horse stepped in a hole, its foot getting caught. Nathan was thrown, and Shadow's leg broken. Nathan wasn't sure, but he thought a few bones of his own might be broken.
NAthan groaned. "Shiloh, get out of here!" The wind had been knocked out of him and he was struggling to regain himself between the pain and lack of air. He turned over and tried to get up.
Nathan snarled as they were surrounded. "Drop your weapons and put your hands where I can see them." A king's man growled.
Nathan nudged Shiloh. "Don't fight. I don't need fighting, not right now." He lowered his voice so only she could hear. "We'll get out of this." Then, without any regard to the several dangers before him, he turned and went to Shadow, stroking his neck as pain shined in his eyes. "Easy now boy. It's just a little pan." He mumbled, moving to jerk the horse's leg back into place. "You've been through worse buddy."
He turned to the men. Behind him, Shadow still made pained noises, but quieted, until he did something meraculous. He got up. He was a little wobbly at first, but the horse stood and seemed perfectly fine. "You didn't think he was any ordinary horse, did you?" Nathan asked Shiloh, watching her face.
Nathan wasn't sure what to do, but they needed to do it fast. The shock only gave them a moment. Still, he had no idea what to do. Shiloh's life was at risk here, even if she got out of this one alive. He could feel his window of oportunity quickly fading.
Nathan sighed. "You can see my hands just fine, and I can't exactly put a weapon down if I'm not holding one." He mumbled, his mind working, observing. Every man in that circle...he saw the flaws and weaknesses. The potential gaps with right handed and left handed men being close together. Easily frightened horses...
(I kind of want them captured...And if we split them up, I could play the ones around Shiloh and you the ones around Nathan.)
"As long as you don't harm Shiloh, I won't fight. But hurt her, and you're all dead." Nathan growled, ready to spring into action if he needed to. He'd protect Shiloh. Whether he realized it or not, instinctively as a dragon, he was claiming her as his.