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Fiction Riders and Mounts

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    His hands took a firm grip on his lance, as he moved the large weapon downward from a vertical to a horizontal position. The Lance was heavy yet flexible, made of tough wooden materials and with a blade at the end made from volcanic rock turned black, a blade sharper than any metal blade could ever become. Yet the lance was heavy, it didn't bother him, for his arms were much stronger and he were design to carry much heavier burden than a simple man. Behind his scaly skin, were large muscles that let him easily maneuver with both his lance and also the shield he carried.

    It was early morning and his reptilian senses had caught the sense of prey in the jungle. While he prepared for a hunt, so did the riders around him too.

    They all rode the same kind of creature, which were scaly, just like themselves, but with a horizontal posture and the size of a horse. Just like its rider the mount had sharp teeth and terrible claws, with a long tail to keep the balance while keeping up the pace of the ride. Their scale seemed tough and everything about rider and steed, spoke about a destined bound between them. Even the eyes of the rider would match his mount, as if they were born to serve each other.

    Whether they riders had sense the prey or not he could not tell, but he knew that they would follow his lead no matter. They trusted him to make the decision, he knew this, such that they had all prepared for what was to come.

    He let his mount take the control, for now. The big crocodilian beast would know where to go, since he could feel that it too and felt something. Such the beast lead the march through the jungle, the moved through branches and heavy vegetation, through ferns and flowers and swamps and rivers, as they finally stood on a hill top looking down on what they had sensed.

    A large band of warm-blooded fair skinned creatures, following dark gods in brutal and grotesque manner. They were not to survive this encounter, for they had already chosen their own doom, as they had ventured into this land.

    The riders knew what to do, they didn't even had to look at each other rider, they just all in one single motion made for a charge. The beast came hurling down the steep hill on which they had observed their target. The lances was pointed firmly at the warm-blooded and the both jaws of rider and mount was eager to bite into the flesh of the prey.

    Carnage, as the warm blooded were impaled with sharper than steel and darker than night rocks of volcanoes. Mayhem, as the huge claws of the beast tarred through both armour and flesh and the giant jaws of these beast ripped heads and limbs apart. As the lances went stuck in the corpses, the riders took hold of their clubs and axes, made from similar material; as the hacked through the remainder of the prey, a blood red sunrise was emerging behind them.

    Chotek was pleased!
     

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