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Post by Shardstar on Oct 8, 2003 18:16:21 GMT -5
OOC: sorry everyone, i've been a mite bit busy recently.
Ittou scampers agilely out along a long branch until he is right above the fire where a huge, villanous-looking rat is holding court over his two smaller companions. the big rodent rips at a roasted pigeon visciously and scowls at his two cowering cohorts. "I wants me some PROPER grub fer once! ever since we joined this boody crazy Filgrim and his boodier crazier shamen, all we has to eats is birds with more skin than meat. You two, go fetch me something better!"
"But boss, the supply wagons won't come fer another... two days yet. i knew we shouldn'ta left that farmland..."
"quit yer whining and find me a better meal afore i skin ya and..." the rest of the threat is lost to ittou as he scrambles back to the ground, for an approaching ferret was begining to sniff the air suspiciously.
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Post by Vasul on Oct 10, 2003 20:54:47 GMT -5
Vasul takes notice of Ittou and waves hurriedly before the vermin take notice of them. When he is sure the lizard has his attention, he ducks back down into the bushes.
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Post by Shardstar on Oct 13, 2003 19:02:11 GMT -5
Ittou scrambles through the underbrush and comes up beside Vasul. "yes?" he whispers
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Post by Vasul on Oct 15, 2003 21:14:08 GMT -5
Vasul glares at the lizard sternly. "What did you find out?"
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Post by Shardstar on Oct 16, 2003 18:40:55 GMT -5
"Apparentally the ver-main are lead by a leader named Filgrim. I also learned that the entire army is dependant on carts of supplies for food, since they cannot forage in these forsaken mountains" Ittou flashes a wide grin, white teeth catching the light of the fires. "without the supplies, they would have to turn back, no? this way a small, brave raiding party could stop the entire invasion. what do you think?"
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Post by Vasul on Oct 17, 2003 20:53:58 GMT -5
"Seems simple enough. But if we're caught, they'll attack in full force, food or not. I say we do it."
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Post by Shardstar on Oct 24, 2003 18:00:43 GMT -5
"very well then... blood shall be spilled tonight!" ittou whispers fiercely, then melts once again into the treetops to make his way back to the otter strong-hold.
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Post by Cerridwen on Oct 26, 2003 19:37:25 GMT -5
Quicksilver Enough time had passed that Quicksilver no longer felt the effects of the adder's poison and only the bite was left to heal. The elderly otter had assured her that it would have no lasting effects. She sat thinking about her present situation and all the things that had happened since she had crossed the rocky rise. Her intentions then had been to disappear into the mountians so that she could never hurt another living creature again but now she was not as sure about her quest. Now she was not so sure about doing so, now that she had crossed over into the world of the dead and back again. Now with her curse lifted she no longer felt the pressing despair that had plagued her before, the worry of whether or not she was going to hurt the inocent....
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Post by Grath Zann Blackclaw on Oct 27, 2003 9:51:49 GMT -5
There is a knock on Quicksilver's door. She gets up from her bed and anwsers it. When she opens the door, Grath is shown standing at the door with a tray of food in his paws. "How are ye feelin' miss? I was finished with my meal 'n' me grand mum asked if I would bring your meal to your room."
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Post by Cerridwen on Oct 28, 2003 2:09:56 GMT -5
Quicksilver "Fine, I guess...a little confussed. Thank you anyway." Quicksilver said awkwardly, taking the tray. She was still trying to cope with all that had happened within the past few days. It seemed like a muddled mess but eventually it would be sorted out. Eventually she would have to face the fact that she did not have to run from her past anymore...
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Post by Vasul on Oct 29, 2003 22:13:38 GMT -5
Vasul ran at full speed through the woodlands. Tall grasses and shrubs whacked against his body. He was sure that his skin was bruised underneath his brown fur. He had to get back to the otter stronghold. Vasul had a sneaking suspicioun that Ittou would round up the army and head off without him. The otter cursed his distrust of Ittou. There was just something about the lizard that he didn't like. It must've been his shere reptilian nature--his darting eyes, his slendor form, his forked tongue.
Vasul broke into a sprint when he saw the stronghold. That was where he needed to be right at that moment: safe among the other otters of the holt.
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Post by Cerridwen on Oct 29, 2003 22:36:19 GMT -5
OOC: Geckos don't really have a forked tongue.
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Post by Shardstar on Oct 31, 2003 15:19:37 GMT -5
Ittou slithers rapidly through the underbrush, determined to get to the holt before that unplesent otter Vasul.
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Post by Vasul on Nov 7, 2003 23:02:25 GMT -5
Well excuse me! You guys worry about every little thing!
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Post by Vasul on Nov 7, 2003 23:03:05 GMT -5
Oh. Except grammar!
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