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INFERNO....I finally finished this colored pencil work of Inferno...a character in my novel "To Race the Wild Wind" here is a small teaser for those who have not read it...
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“SO... we are leaving?”
This was a soft whisper in the dark recesses of his mind.
“Hnnn...” was the only answer the outrider received as tucking his chin behind the tall collar of a Talon's signature cloak, Templer strode out the door.
Grant looked up from wiping the bar when the priest came down the stairs. His expressive eyes narrowed as he saw the gunman's bag. They scanned the slender man's pale face and skipped away from whatever they saw in those flat ebony eyes. Templer nodded in the man's direction as he continued through the common room. Grant opened his mouth to say something but the soft chirp of his Cricket interrupted him. The sound of a panicked voice erupted out of it when the barman answered.
Grant spoke in a quiet voice.
“Calm down Andrew, I can't understand you.”
Templer's hearing easily picked up the voice on the other end of the phone as the stable hand was practically screaming.
“Grant, ya gotta clear the street...”
There was a loud thump followed by what sounded like the pained grunt of a destria.
This was a civil matter. It was NONE of his business. The Talon continued toward the door. The blood curdling, guttural scream of an enraged battle stallion that came from the bio-construct, had him stopping and reversing his course in one motion. Grant caught his eye and turned the agitated Bug so that the gunman could better hear what was going on. It was upset so the connection was faulty. What they heard was fragmented at best. Templer heard Chrysta breathlessly cursing....then faintly.
“INFERNO... No, No, No...SHIT!”
Again there came a loud thump. This time it was accompanied by a squeal from Nuva. Andrew came back on and what came through sounded completely panicked.
“Ya gotta clear the street! ... Can’t stop him … CRAZY!”
There was another chilling scream.
Andrew sounded like he was in tears.
“We got about two minutes before... hit town... IF... can stay on him! She... can't stop... have to SHOOT...!"
Grant was over the bar and heading for the door as he shouted into the device.
“WHAT?!”
There was another heavy thump.
“...CLEAR THE STREET... Inferno... insane...!”
Templer was a step ahead of the big man as they flew out the door. His nimble fingers changed the rounds in the Trinity to armor piercing bullets as he ran. He felt Azra grimly adjusting the load. The outrider hardened the lead while stoking the chambers with static demonic fire. Charged this way... the ammo was safe until it hit a target. Backed by the outrider's power, they could punch through thick dragon-steel.
Most of the people on the main street were concentrated beyond the Ironwood. Templer knew that if they were going to stop the stallion, it would have to be there. No one in the street paid any attention to Grant's shouting. People scattered like sand crabs when an ebony cloaked shadow strode out to the center of the street and raised its hand. Fire and thunder shattered the air as the Talon released a controlled blast of elemental power straight up.
There was a rumble like an approaching storm and the crimson destria appeared at the end of the street. The Talon waited silently, feet carefully braced, the big gun pointed down in what looked like a relaxed stance. Inferno was covered in sweat. Bloody foam flew from his mouth as he ran. The beast was ducking and dodging as he tried to escape Chrysta's iron control. Nuva ran shoulder to shoulder with him. She was using her big body like a battering ram, trying to slow the raging male down.
As the astonished gunman watched, Inferno skittered sideways trying to reach a child pressed against the front of a building. Chrysta jerked his massive head around but couldn't stop their sideways drift. Nuva fell back and came up on that side, blocking his run. The stallion screamed as they thudded together and his fangs slashed long, bloody furrows along the straining mare's side. She gave a grunting cough of pain but held her ground. The red male twisted violently, almost unseating his rider and reached for Andrew with his deadly mouth gaped wide. Chrysta recovered her seat and her fist drove down hard on the animal's sensitive muzzle forcing it away from the young man. They were covering ground at an alarming rate.
“CONSTANTINE...” Azra prompted the Talon.
Templer set the gun for a single shot but continued to hold his fire. The priest did not want to kill the beautiful crimson beast. He was giving Chrysta every opportunity to get him back under control. When the pounding destria were close enough that Templer could see Inferno's blazing red eyes, the Trinity snapped up. He still did not fire as Nuva remained tight against the stallion's side. The male's heavily armored head was dropped like a shield over his vulnerable front.
With a strangled shout, Andrew peeled the cream off to the left. Chrysta braced one hand on the stallion's neck. Reaching forwards, she wrapped her other hand in the rein up close to Inferno’s armored head. Burying her feet in the stirrups, the rider used all the muscles in her body to drag that head up and twist it to the side. For a split second, the gunman had a clear shot at Inferno's broad chest........
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hehehe order the book here to find out what happens!!

www.amazon.com/Race-Wild-Wind-…

Description

INFERNO....I finally finished this colored pencil work of Inferno...a character in my novel "To Race the Wild Wind" here is a small teaser for those who have not read it...
=================================================
“SO... we are leaving?”
This was a soft whisper in the dark recesses of his mind.
“Hnnn...” was the only answer the outrider received as tucking his chin behind the tall collar of a Talon's signature cloak, Templer strode out the door.
Grant looked up from wiping the bar when the priest came down the stairs. His expressive eyes narrowed as he saw the gunman's bag. They scanned the slender man's pale face and skipped away from whatever they saw in those flat ebony eyes. Templer nodded in the man's direction as he continued through the common room. Grant opened his mouth to say something but the soft chirp of his Cricket interrupted him. The sound of a panicked voice erupted out of it when the barman answered.
Grant spoke in a quiet voice.
“Calm down Andrew, I can't understand you.”
Templer's hearing easily picked up the voice on the other end of the phone as the stable hand was practically screaming.
“Grant, ya gotta clear the street...”
There was a loud thump followed by what sounded like the pained grunt of a destria.
This was a civil matter. It was NONE of his business. The Talon continued toward the door. The blood curdling, guttural scream of an enraged battle stallion that came from the bio-construct, had him stopping and reversing his course in one motion. Grant caught his eye and turned the agitated Bug so that the gunman could better hear what was going on. It was upset so the connection was faulty. What they heard was fragmented at best. Templer heard Chrysta breathlessly cursing....then faintly.
“INFERNO... No, No, No...SHIT!”
Again there came a loud thump. This time it was accompanied by a squeal from Nuva. Andrew came back on and what came through sounded completely panicked.
“Ya gotta clear the street! ... Can’t stop him … CRAZY!”
There was another chilling scream.
Andrew sounded like he was in tears.
“We got about two minutes before... hit town... IF... can stay on him! She... can't stop... have to SHOOT...!"
Grant was over the bar and heading for the door as he shouted into the device.
“WHAT?!”
There was another heavy thump.
“...CLEAR THE STREET... Inferno... insane...!”
Templer was a step ahead of the big man as they flew out the door. His nimble fingers changed the rounds in the Trinity to armor piercing bullets as he ran. He felt Azra grimly adjusting the load. The outrider hardened the lead while stoking the chambers with static demonic fire. Charged this way... the ammo was safe until it hit a target. Backed by the outrider's power, they could punch through thick dragon-steel.
Most of the people on the main street were concentrated beyond the Ironwood. Templer knew that if they were going to stop the stallion, it would have to be there. No one in the street paid any attention to Grant's shouting. People scattered like sand crabs when an ebony cloaked shadow strode out to the center of the street and raised its hand. Fire and thunder shattered the air as the Talon released a controlled blast of elemental power straight up.
There was a rumble like an approaching storm and the crimson destria appeared at the end of the street. The Talon waited silently, feet carefully braced, the big gun pointed down in what looked like a relaxed stance. Inferno was covered in sweat. Bloody foam flew from his mouth as he ran. The beast was ducking and dodging as he tried to escape Chrysta's iron control. Nuva ran shoulder to shoulder with him. She was using her big body like a battering ram, trying to slow the raging male down.
As the astonished gunman watched, Inferno skittered sideways trying to reach a child pressed against the front of a building. Chrysta jerked his massive head around but couldn't stop their sideways drift. Nuva fell back and came up on that side, blocking his run. The stallion screamed as they thudded together and his fangs slashed long, bloody furrows along the straining mare's side. She gave a grunting cough of pain but held her ground. The red male twisted violently, almost unseating his rider and reached for Andrew with his deadly mouth gaped wide. Chrysta recovered her seat and her fist drove down hard on the animal's sensitive muzzle forcing it away from the young man. They were covering ground at an alarming rate.
“CONSTANTINE...” Azra prompted the Talon.
Templer set the gun for a single shot but continued to hold his fire. The priest did not want to kill the beautiful crimson beast. He was giving Chrysta every opportunity to get him back under control. When the pounding destria were close enough that Templer could see Inferno's blazing red eyes, the Trinity snapped up. He still did not fire as Nuva remained tight against the stallion's side. The male's heavily armored head was dropped like a shield over his vulnerable front.
With a strangled shout, Andrew peeled the cream off to the left. Chrysta braced one hand on the stallion's neck. Reaching forwards, she wrapped her other hand in the rein up close to Inferno’s armored head. Burying her feet in the stirrups, the rider used all the muscles in her body to drag that head up and twist it to the side. For a split second, the gunman had a clear shot at Inferno's broad chest........
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hehehe order the book here to find out what happens!!

www.amazon.com/Race-Wild-Wind-…