I hunt men for Parliament. Now, I hunt one man more evil than those he killed. But do witches truly serve the Devil?
#WitchfinderRP#Parody FC by @CantSpeakFae
@StoneyMidwife @WitchHanger *He crossed the town line, and drew his sword, yelling at the townsfolk to clear the way, and then dismounted once he made it to the gate of the town, producing his warrants. One guard nodded silently to the other, and a sharp blow to his back knocked him to the ground, stunned.*
@StoneyMidwife @WitchHanger
*Ben had been riding through the day and night, changed horses, and kept going. There was no time for food, or rest, except for the horse. To push the poor animal too far for too long would kill it, and he knew there would be need of the beast >
@WitchHanger @StoneyMidwife quickly was his decision made? There was no logic to it at all-just blatant superstition and greed. The need to keep the populace cowed in fear. His anger flared and he spurred the horse on, ready top draw his sword at a moment's notice should he try to hang her in front of him.*
@WitchHanger @StoneyMidwife *The moment he saw the farmers riding into town, in carts with children, talking joyously about the witch to be hanged that day, he not only knew town was but another mile, but also she'd been doomed. Hopkins was determined to have his way about the matter, but then, why so >
@StoneyMidwife @WitchHanger her shelter from these madmen and their agents, and find someplace for them to live a happy life. Nevermind his charge from Parliament, or even his duties to the Reverend, she was all that mattered to him. Just a little closer now, and he could free her.*
@StoneyMidwife @WitchHanger now nor reason to deny his feelings, made clear by the desperation of his ride from Norwich; he swore to himself that if his warrants wouldn't stop the tyrant Hopkins, his sword would, the only thing that mattered was that Rachel lived, and he could hold her in his arms, give >
You donโt get to invalidate anyone elseโs feelings. They feel what they feel.
Grief, hurt, frustration... people respond and heal from these in their own time and it is not for you to minimize or gloss over because -you- respond differently.
now, as he felt the wind rush from him. He didn't care if she Was a witch, it didn't matter. All he knew was what was beating in his heart was beyond simple concern for human life- something much deeper than friendship for her, and that he had to save her, no matter the cost.*
fresh wave of exhaustion threatened to topple him from his mount. He shook his head to clear it, renewed his sense of urgency, and kicked the horse into a gallop again, knowing it couldn't be much farther now. Dawn had broke hours ago, the sun almost overhead and to his back >
Continuation of A Long Night #Solo stars Now-
@StoneyMidwife
*He rode hard those first few miles, then paused to give his horse some rest, walking him along as he traveled back to Manningtree, his mind racing as to what Rachel could be facing right this minute. Leaving now was>
dancing, knowing that Hopkins was had arrived likely scant hours after he'd left galled him. But that he might harm Rachel, especially when Worthington and her ilk in town held her in such contempt-
Ride man, Ride. Her life depends on you.
Don't fail her like you did last night*