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`His cold pale hands griped the mane of his white horse as he traveled through the night. It was only a few hours till daybreak, and he had to make it to his destination before people would notice him getting there. His hands gripped harder as his bare, pale feet where tossed into the horses side to get it to go faster, along with a loud "EyeAA!!" He gazed up at the moon from his hood, it was full. The man was short, looking like a boy, even though he was probably far older than anyone where he was going. His body pushed and laid down against the horse as he rode. He was wearing nothing but black pants, with a pouched belt that held things on the back of his waist, and a cloak-ish cape. His belt, across the back, hung across it, a chuck of natural looking wood, with a break in it that would show you that its his sword, hakujin. The pants were dirty, and torn near the ankles, one large slash on the side of his thigh, His hands gripped tighter as his inner thighs, laying there, bounced against the bare horses back. He rode all the way down, for speed, as if he could hardly care to see what he was doing. The cloak blew behind him, and was a almost thick cloth, of a blood red color, you could see long black hair strands that would blow outside of it. Its length would only cover down to just above his waist, but as he rode, it blew in the wind, so that only his body above the middle of his upper-arm was graced with the presence of its warmth. He shivers a little, as it was cold and the dead of winter, light snow covered the ground in this area, but the town heads walkway was cleaned out for use of... well... everyone. He was rather feminine too, being short, thin, long hair, and not seeing his face, you could of mistook-en him for the girl, except for the fact that his chest was bare and almost muscular... given the right, dark conditions of the night. His hands reached back into the pouch hovering above his a**, on his belt. He felt and gripped something, taken by surprise as he backed up, pulling on the horses main and struggling to stay on as he tried to stop it. He was in the village, he threw a mist, a dust over, into the fountain, as he struggled for control of his horse, stopping just before he ran into the eight layer, stacked, and with running, moving, cycling water. He hopped off, and kept inside his cosey cloak, as his cold toes dug into the sandy dirt that covered the ground. He walked up the fountain, looking in. He looked to the horse, and nodded.`

Ash-hen shun thilian

`He sat on the edge of the fountain and looked up at the tavern, he looked at the moon, setting into it, The sun was almost up, the sown seeds would soon bloom. The horse trotted of gently into the forest.`

((Lol, since someone posted as in the RP, but didnt actually do anything.))

`As the short elf watched the sun rise beautifully over then tavern, he stood up and looked around. He had to vanish before a sudden outburst of people would escape from their houses and the tavern. No one traveled here at night, and this was a valuable trade resource for two of the most powerful Human settlements on this side of the ocean. He turned back to the fountain quickly, drawing his hands from his cloak and twirling his finger longingly in its lowest level of water. The fountain was eight levels of water filled circles, each smaller than and inside the last, a pyramid effect that lasted until it was about as tall as a normal person. It was solar powered, and as the sun began to open over the horizon, the water would begin to flow, over the edges, from the top, to the bottom, and through tubes back up again. He looked back, there was little time, he saw an open window in the tavern and stated climbing up the tavern to reach it. His bare feet and hands clung to its impurities, so it want long until he reached it and climbed in. Now he would sit on the window ledge, looking out as the sun reached its way across the winter field. His sitting position was more of a crouch, his feet and hands both rested on the ledge, and his back hunched so that the soft red cloak covered his whole body, aside from his hands and feet.`

`He looked down at the man running past the treeline, his hands gripped the window sill and he lowered his head, trying not to be seen or noticed under his hood. As the sun shined at the bottom layer of the fountain, it stopped working, and sat still, and a few people would start to wonder out of their houses into the open field.`

`He looked down at the ground, and backed up into the tavern, out of the window. He went down to the bar portion, on the ground level, of it to get a drink. He sat down in the corner.`

Barkeep. Wine. Red

Early? Arnt you? most people here arnt up for another hour.

I know.

`He looked down as the round, elderly gentleman brought him his glass, and he took a sip slowly.`

`HE glances over at the man, then looks back down in his drink and taking another sip.`

`He looks back and watches the man as he leaves. And when he gets out the door, he lets out a sigh of relief, looking back down in his drink ponderingly.`

`The town would have a few supply shops set up with various items to attract people who traded through this area, stuff was out on them, but nobody was manning them. As for rest, the only place there would be the tavern that he was leaving, unless he planned on using someones house. The night elf yawns, streatching, taking another small sip of the wine.`

`The fountian in the center of the town had a small crowd around it, for an unusual sight. The Fountian bore flowers, of a blood red color, on green lillypads, floating in circles in each layer of the water, but this wasnt what made them gawk. There were lilly pads, with roots dangling below them, flowers above them, floating around the fountian, drifting in the air as if in water.`

`The man withdrew some elven bread, wrapped in leaves, and unwrapped it, to take a bite. And it went well with his wine.`