[The boy's own sense of urgency was a fuel to his fire, and upon hearing that voice he knew he would need a second pair of hands with which to strangle this menace.]
At the end of the drive at the thoroughfare. Come! I need your meticulous eye with me!
[The professor would await him whilst seated atop a great black beast. A massive FriesianShire Stallion of superior cross breeding and experimentation.]
[He would not be waiting long, for as the word "Come!" reaches over the transmission to his ears the boy instantaneously takes off in a streak of shadow across the terrain at such speed that one might second-guess as to whether the young man had sprouted a pair of wings to aid him in his flight.
He'd not run so fast since the Doctor had first made his presence known on his first night stranded within the borders of the cursed city. Just as that night, the wind whips by the receiver in a furious storm for the man on the other side of the line to hear, so eager was the youth in his adherence that he did not take the moment to shut it away until he was in sight of the professor. And even then he did not halt his tread to carry out the task, as the impatient rattle would tell before the line went dead.
The call of Walter's voice cuts through the chill of open air as he continues forward to approach the man atop the towering stallion.]
[From atop the gargantuan beast, whose face was covered by sweeping strands of black hair that curtained down to it's flanks, Walter was met with an outstretched hand to grasp him as they made contact and hauled his spindly body onto the creature's back.]
Hold tight! This altered equine clocks at 516 furlongs per hour!
[The draught horse had come into his possession for a heavy sum from one of the farmworkers who used its tremendous strength to plow the fields. Now it's mighty hooves would cut the earth at break-neck speed to their beloved Doctor as the professor cried with a kick of his heels and the creature reared in a burst of mist from it's nostrils.]
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Date: 2011-02-25 09:46 am (UTC)At the end of the drive at the thoroughfare. Come! I need your meticulous eye with me!
[The professor would await him whilst seated atop a great black beast. A massive Friesian Shire Stallion of superior cross breeding and experimentation.]
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Date: 2011-02-25 12:08 pm (UTC)He'd not run so fast since the Doctor had first made his presence known on his first night stranded within the borders of the cursed city. Just as that night, the wind whips by the receiver in a furious storm for the man on the other side of the line to hear, so eager was the youth in his adherence that he did not take the moment to shut it away until he was in sight of the professor. And even then he did not halt his tread to carry out the task, as the impatient rattle would tell before the line went dead.
The call of Walter's voice cuts through the chill of open air as he continues forward to approach the man atop the towering stallion.]
Professor!!
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Date: 2011-02-27 06:31 am (UTC)Hold tight! This altered equine clocks at 516 furlongs per hour!
[The draught horse had come into his possession for a heavy sum from one of the farmworkers who used its tremendous strength to plow the fields. Now it's mighty hooves would cut the earth at break-neck speed to their beloved Doctor as the professor cried with a kick of his heels and the creature reared in a burst of mist from it's nostrils.]
Raus, RAUS!