Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190104184037/@comment-36855838-20190105062927

I look at the wanted poster, my name scrawled across the page in big looping letters, and then printed clearly beneath.

A string of lines long enough to form a woman's necklace punctuates the poster, and the wax seal of the parliament sits in each corner.

I am fucked.

Royally.

I tear down the poster and discard the wax, shoving the inky parchment down my gullet.

I make for the nearest stable, if I leave town, I'll be far enough away that nobody will know me by namw.

I sneak in, and I've soon gagged a horse and blanketed her back.

I climb aboard, ready to ride off.

click.

I straighten my posture slowly, my hands pulling back from the reigns which sat on the bottom shelf in the back corner.

I turn to see a young boy, certainly one who had been treated poorly through his life, if his family was not poor.

His worn-out shoes suggest the latter, and his shaky voice barely carries to me.

"C-come with me no-w, I-t's nothin' p'rs'nal, I just need the money."

So he saw the flier, and he must've seen the statues and plaques, considering I never met him.

I begin to walk towards him, slowly but surely dooming myself to death.

Something, or someone, tackles him from behind, I see long white hair and curling horns, along with a spaded tail.

A feral, sensual growl drifts through the air, "No more murder, only sex, now boy."

I snatch the reigns and clamber onto the horse, quickly preparing her and rushing her off.

Through the open barn door and into the night we travel, as the night sky grows thick with clouds and strange plants begin to sprout around the stable, moans echo out at an almost deafening volume, first from the barn, and then the rest of the town as we leave it behind us.

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To be continued, yay!