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Post by InkBlot on Apr 22, 2007 10:42:21 GMT -5
Saroyyo had separated himself from the rest and was already tracking the chubby mouse, with his friends following up.
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Post by xylon on Apr 22, 2007 15:24:34 GMT -5
Xylon left his haversack where it lay, claws out as his cold eyes roamed over the surrounding area.
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 15:42:55 GMT -5
OOC:...Bumpity?
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Post by signasul on Apr 28, 2007 22:37:36 GMT -5
"can you discribe him outher then he's fat?" the weasel asked
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 22:53:54 GMT -5
Xylon spotted the mouse running toward the rocky ridge on the coast. Without answering the weasel's question, the wolf ran after the mouse, his teeth bared.
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Post by InkBlot on May 1, 2007 15:15:08 GMT -5
In order to stop the enraged wolf from making mincemeat out of the mouse, Saroyyo stuck out his foot in the wolf's path.
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Post by xylon on May 1, 2007 20:38:53 GMT -5
Xylon leaped over the limb, turning his head as he ran past. "What the hell was that for?"
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Post by InkBlot on May 2, 2007 15:35:10 GMT -5
"Don't blow our cover, Fool!"snarled the other wolf.
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Post by xylon on May 2, 2007 16:29:00 GMT -5
Turning his head back, Xylon answered, still running. "What cover, you idiot? The mouse is at our mercy!"
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Post by InkBlot on May 3, 2007 16:48:29 GMT -5
Sighing and realizing the sense in the other wolf's words, Saroyyo mustered all of his energy in running and breaking into a flying tackle at the mouse.
OOC:Who plays the mouse?
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Post by benon on May 14, 2007 16:23:17 GMT -5
The squirrel, who had clung to the wolf's cloak end, jumped at the mouse, knocking the chubby fellow over. The wolves that had jumped flew right over them and landed in an undignified heap on the ground, several feet away.
The baby squirrel was overjoyed to see the fat mouse, he was hugging the mouse around his fat belly. "Nunky Burt! I havn' seed thee in ee long while, I missed ee."
OOC: one of the wandering tribes that had harbored Wiffler has made it's way up to the north shores.
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Post by xylon on May 14, 2007 18:03:36 GMT -5
Xylon shook off his dark cloak and gave a roar, coming down and bringing his snarling face to the mouse's, eyes glinting.
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Post by signasul on May 14, 2007 18:46:05 GMT -5
"Hold on now, hold on!" said the weasel calmly as he walked up to them "Now this mouse hasn’t done anything overtly hostile, no need for fangs"
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Post by xylon on May 14, 2007 20:48:43 GMT -5
The wolf continued to glare the mouse down, his teeth bared. It might be good to make an impression on the mouse. "Oh, but I feel like yanking his entrails out and then devouring them," he growled.
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Post by signasul on May 14, 2007 21:01:07 GMT -5
"ummm... and how was your relationship with your mother?" chuckeld the weasel
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