[Rosekitten]

(I thought it was fine :) not sure if i like my intro or not xD)

Flashes of a not so distant past ran through his mind. Corpses on a battlefield the screams of the innocent these scenes plagued his mind. A woman was before him on her knees pleading to be spared, her request would not be granted as his blade struck out against her. The face changing mere seconds before the blades impact, to a more familiar face one he had once loved. His hands quivered as he stood there looking at the corpse of this woman, the face never returned to it's true form it remained that familiar face. Fire quickly engulfed the area catching anything that was flammable on fire and consuming the corpses around him.

His eyes shot open as he gripped the reins tightly, the steed snorted in protest at what it's rider was doing. His eyes were wild for a few moments searching trying to find that area he had just visited, but realizing that it was a distant memory. Releasing his grip to allow the horse a bit of freedom. The shire took the leeway as it shook it's head in protest to before.

He held one hand out to his side and looked oddly at it as a snowflake fell into his palm. 'Snow?' He questioned it, surely he had not gone that far north. Regaining himself Abel glanced at his surroundings, this was nothing like the area he was in not two days ago. The gods really must have forsaken him he thought as he made a movement to get the horse to keep pressing forward. Deeper into unfamiliar territory, he had no choice not with his supplies being low and the horse could use a moments rest.

Keeping the massive steed at a slow walk he decided it was safest to stay on a path, surely it lead somewhere. A small town was better then being lost in the wilderness, especially when he had no idea where he had ended up. His snooze had cost him this time, or had something drawn him here. No that wasn't it nothing was here not that he needed.

He had passed a few humans, or at least from the looks of them they were humans as he kept to the path. He never bothered to ask for directions, but he didn't need them either. Though his steed seemed to pause a moment when they passed a ... woman from the structure, he wasn't sure due to the hood she had up. He never paid this any mind at all getting the shire to press onward. There had been a sign not too far back saying there was a tavern and general supply store in this direction. That's all he needed to know, somewhere to rest the steed and himself then he'd move on to restocking on the essential supplies before going about his business. It was probably a good idea to go ahead and ask the barkeep as to where here was so he could get back on course.

Once he reached the tavern and dismounted he left the horse untied before walking in. He got a few odd looks, they probably thought he was drunk already to leave such a prize untied and unattended. Though most didn't know this beast was a trained war steed, following it's rider's commands is what it was taught to do from a foal. Most seemed to stay clear of the horse even though it seemed calm enough to pay more attention to the water trough at the buildings side then to care about the passerby's.

The room seemed to refocus it's attention on Abel when he walked through the door. Though his weapon alone seemed to be enough to deter anyone from trying their luck against this newcomer. Not that this town was violent but there were still a few who'd gladly try to over take a new face. He walked with heavy steps towards the counter before taking a seat, he seemed weary. The man behind the counter eyed him before leaning against the counter waiting for this stranger in armor to order.

"The strongest you have... and a water" Was his only reply to the barkeep. Not that he needed to say more as the order was placed before him. He placed a few coins on the counter, whatever the amount it seemed to cover the costs of his order. His weapon was beside him against the counter but within arm's distance and he seemed to keep his guard up. Even as he started drinking the liquids he did so, though he wasn't here to get plastered. Just a quick drink to clear his mind and then he'd go about his other business.

Someone had gotten too close for the horse's comfort outside as it made a snap at him. Pawing it's hoof at the ground before snorting and returning to it's resting pose. The horse was even lightly armored, though both rider and steed didn't bare any of the kingdom's colors. It seemed they weren't among the army, but it wasn't suck a common sight for a traveler to be in full armor. It was probably the reason Abel got so much attention when he traveled, not that he cared. He had one goal in mind and what he sought wasn't here.

Most didn't know his story and never would, to them he just looked like a average middle aged male. Probably being around 30 if not a few years older. His eyes showed he wasn't a innocent, and his weapon supported that all the more with wear and tear shown on the handle that supported the well maintained head. He wasn't overly tall but he was tall enough to be above average at 5'10, his frame seemed built enough or at least in shape. His face and hair were well kept, at least for a traveler. His brown hair just short enough to prevent them from getting in the way of his forest green eyes. The eyes that had seen so much blood shed over nothing, things that couldn't be taken back.