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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 16:28:09 GMT -5
Razor paused, looking around again. There wasn't anymore employees out here other then himself, so... "Sure. Be careful though, and dont make it too long. Im not supposed to have others back here." Like he really cared, though.
He was glad for the company, usually it was just him and the horses. He didn't mind, but sometimes it was just really lonely. By reputation, he was a cold hearted murderer, but in reality...he was no different then the next person. Sure, different raisings make different people.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 17:33:23 GMT -5
Flanna smiled softly. "Thank you." She was almost surprised at the kindness she was getting from him. Her past had shown that other irish usually treated her ill, simply because of supersition. She was enjoying herself.
Petting Demon softly, she slipped onto his back, talking to him in gaelic the entire time. Her mother's words of how to work with the horse...how to become akin to it..it was a partnership, not a mastership. Don't coax with your heals Flanna...thighs and voice only...low, and speed...all you need to get away..
Picking up speed she flew around the track, taking a few of the jumps, slipping around obstacles. Flanna may not have had the grace of Razor's riding, but she wasn't trained to be stylish..she was taught to ride a horse like she stole it--after all, she usually had. She hadn't been this happy in years...she owed Razor big time for this opportunity.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 17:47:47 GMT -5
Razor watched her ride, amazed at how well she was handling the normally high tempered Demon. There was a reason why that was his name, after all. He smiled, getting an idea. He waited until she circled the track again, his eyes watching the small changes in her body movement, before he took a running start at the jump, right along side the horse.
Demon tossed his head and wickered, already knowing this trick. They hit the jump just as Razor put his foot on the low bar, sliding easily right behind Flanna, one hand laying lightly on her shoulder for balance. He had never tried to do that with another person riding before. It was a little trickier, calculating how far she would lean back.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 17:57:12 GMT -5
Flanna luckily road Demon close to his neck..cut down on wind resistance and made the horse more comfortable. However, Razor jumping onto the back of the horse threw her for a loop.
Without realizing it, her old training kicked in and the minute the horse landed she kicked the horse hard in the back, causing him to rear up. She had done it many times when the owners of the horses she would steal would try and pull her off their horse.
In mid rear, she came back to her senses. Gripping the horse hard with her thighs and one arm tight around Demon's mane, she grabbed backwards for Razor, hoping she didn't knock him off. Her face was already spreading into a deep red color, she knew it.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 18:00:01 GMT -5
Razor cursed himself. He should have warned her at least, even though that maneuver in and of itself threw HIM for a loop. He grabbed her waist tightly, keeping himself balanced as he yelled at Demon in gaelic.
The horse snorted as he calmed, moving sideways on the dirt, shaking his head. Razor winced a little as he sat up, his back protesting such a jerking movement that the bucking had caused. "Well..."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 18:08:20 GMT -5
Flanna was utterly flustered, speaking quickly. "I'm sorry. I....shouldn't have reacted like that. It's my training..." She didnt mention what sort of training. "I was taught to throw anyone who got on behind me mid-ride..." She sighed. "I'm so so sorry." She did smile a bit...he knew gaelic as well.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 18:21:16 GMT -5
He shook his head, "Not your fault." He had enough training of his own to realize that sometimes you reverted back to old instincts without realizing it. It happened to him every once and a while. "I understand...and dont worry about it."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 18:24:18 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. She knew he really did understand. That was good enough for her. "Thank you again for letting me ride Demon. He's a magnificent creature..." She calmed him a bit more in gaelic and then said something she never said. "I owe you." Calming down, she realized Razor's arm was around her waist. Her eyes widened a bit, but she didnt say anything about it. Happily, she didn't feel her face flush either, not he could have seen. Demon was walking to calm down, and her back was to Razor.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 18:42:41 GMT -5
"Anytime." He smirked, "He likes you...It would seem you and I are one of the only ones he lets ride." He ran a hand through his hair and found out where his other arm was. He blinked, calmly letting go of her waist in what he hoped was a normal enough speed.
He caught her last sentance and shook his head, "I know how you can do dat. Come and help me keep Demon company sometime."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 18:55:30 GMT -5
Flanna smirked and said. "Well...when I was younger, horses were really the only company I had save my parents...I...we kept away from others." She tugged on her witches' kiss a bit unconciously. She kissed Demon's mane gently. "Besides..horses are a wonderful judge of character. And so am I."
She felt Razor let go flushing a bit then, though she didn't know why.
When her face had gone back to its normal pale and freckled self, she looked back over her shoulder to him, her green eyes glittering. "I can understand why Demon would want my company, but why you?" Her voice sounded serious, but to a careful ear one could detect a tone of playfulness running as an under current.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 19:04:12 GMT -5
"I dont see why." He said lightly, although he knew exactly why. "It doesnt bother me." And it really didn't. He thought it was cool. He paused at her question, biting his lip a little. It was a nervous gesture, but that was all.
He fought question with question. "Did you recognize my name?" He asked, curious as to whether she knew the reasons why he would want some company. Whether or not she knew who he really was.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 19:13:31 GMT -5
Flanna smiled..feeling at ease. She didnt even realize she had been tugging at her hair until he said it didn't bother him.
With his question, she smirked and said melodramatically putting her hands out as if revealing a banner. "Oh..what..Razor? Part ot the Brooklyn body guards! Blood-thirsty murder at only 17! Beware Beware!" She gave an un-lady like snort and rolled her eyes before dropping her hands to her lap, looking him in the eye. "Yeah..I recognized you. But people are rarely what they seem to others." A small smile slipped to her face before she turned back around. "I told you..I'm a good judge of character. We are rarely what black and white history would make us. The story is always deeper, much more grey, and much more interesting."
She reached behind her and poked him playfully. "And a question with a question isnt an answer."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 19:23:07 GMT -5
He smirked, brushing her hand aside. "I'll be the judge of dat..." He rolled over what she said, making a tsking sound under his breath. "We are never what history, legends, or rumors make us. To others, my brother and I are murderers." He held his hands up, staring at his palms with a thoughtful look on his face. "Hands drenched in blood, souls dark with sin. We are the demons who walk the earth, preying on those unlucky enough to come across our path."
He snickered a little, "It is even said Blade is a vampire, for you rarely seen him during the day. Tell me, does that sound real to you?" He couldn't help but laugh, for there were more intriguing stories of their lives out there. "Those rumors are created because no one wants to believe we are human, just like they are...That we can feel sorrow, we cry, we bleed...That we get lonely with no one but each other to talk to. Because that would break the illusion."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 19:31:58 GMT -5
Flanna listened to him quietly before turning to see him, shifting enough on the horse that she had both legs on one side of it. She knew how he felt. She herself had been a victim of demonization, but luckily she hadn't experienced it in a very long time. Flanna couldn't imagine what it was like to deal with it on a constant baisis.
"I understand. Razor...while our souls soaked in sin, deamons, witches make for interesting stories...they dont allow us much freedom within them." She bit her lip before speaking more. "Very much a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation..."
She smirked softly. "So do I get to break that illusion, mr. demon?"
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 19:38:23 GMT -5
He chuckled, "Mankind is very much afraid of what is different from them." He swung his leg over and dropped lightly to the ground. "They live in a little box, and they believe as long as they keep what is in the box pure, and keep unpure things out...it will be fine. But its not like that, never has been, and never will be."
He looked up at her, as he adjusted his clothes. "Larkin." He said by way of answer, "The name's Larkin."
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