The Killing Kind Part Ten: Aeneas

[Archangel]

For Aeneas the prospect of travel by ship is unwelcome. The archer much preferring the steady tattoo of horse’s hooves against the rolling plains of his homeland, than the sometimes calm and sometimes rocking sensation of a ship cutting through the sea. The unpredictability proving more disturbing upon a terrain designed solely to kill, or so it seems.
Aeneas stands at the prow, watching as the ship pulls leisurely from the harbour, his favoured longbow strung and ready at his side, as all around him sound the shouts of sailors and seamen going about their business.
With casual interest he watches as other ships coast along side or surge out ahead of their vessel, the ship called the Lord of the Bow. He grins suddenly, thinking of the name, his calloused thumb rubbing up n down against the smooth wood of his bow.
As they pass from the harbour mouth he ends his vigil, lifting his bow and with deft fingertips unstringing the powerful weapon before slipping the string into a pouch at his side. With an exhaled sigh he turns his back to the prow, sinking to the deck and resting his back against it, enjoying the sun as he closes his eyes to take his ease.

Aeneas does not know how much time has passed as he awakes to the shouts, the sun still high in the sky and beating down mercilessly. Gingerly he rubs his eyes, the bright light causing an ache behind them as he sits upright and reaches to check his bow stave is resting where he left it.
“Prepare for boarders!” Aeneas easily picks out the roaring voice belonging to their own group’s seaman, keen eyes instantly picking out the heavy knife he waves through the air.
With practiced efficiency he strings his bow, testing the tension on the powerful weapon as he clips his quiver to his belt and draws his first arrow.
Smoothly he fits it to his bow as he watches a ship approach, its decks laden with men.
Drawing the bow all the way past his ear he lets fly, another arrow ready even before the first plunges through the neck of a heavily armoured man on the other deck. With supreme skill he draws and fires again and again, each blow a mortal wound if not a deathblow.
The ships close rapidly, coming together with a resounding crack as timer meets timber and sending Aeneas flying as he is unable to remain on his feet. A softer cracking sound reaches his ears and his anger soars as he looks upon the broken bow stave lying upon the deck.
As he climbs to his feet Aeneas watches intently as members of the motley crew he is associated with charge to the attack, instantly noticing the way the nobleman hangs back behind the front line.
Stalking his way across the deck Aeneas smiles like a snake, venomous and deadly.

[Taylor]

noble guy sucks! love Aeneas! archers are always awesome! :D

[Heaven-leigh]

*gasps* ooooh, is he?....will he?....oh I hope so - I hate that noble dude :P Again, awesome :D

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

he better!!!

[Fipe Naz-Mero, JK]

Don't worry Eli. I'm sure Archie will make it up to him. Right, Archie?

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!you broke his bow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Fipe Naz-Mero, JK]

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