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Post by InkBlot on Apr 8, 2007 10:59:01 GMT -5
"Dead?" repeated the newcomer, strapping dockleaves and mud to everyone's wounds, "he looks like he's breathing, just rasping though."
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Post by xylon on Apr 9, 2007 16:03:01 GMT -5
Xylon suddenly sat up, sputtering blood.
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Post by benon on Apr 10, 2007 20:00:35 GMT -5
The spluttered blood got all over Wiffler, he was coated. He began wringing it out and back onto the wolf's wounds. "No tanks. I not wants none of thine's bludd. I gots plenny. Fanks do."
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Post by xylon on Apr 10, 2007 20:12:26 GMT -5
Xylon wiped the some of the blood off of his body and lay back on the forest floor, exhausted.
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Post by benon on Apr 10, 2007 20:14:00 GMT -5
Wiffler plopped down beside Xylon, exhausted too and was soon snoring, his dagger caught in a baby's deathgrip next to his head.
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Post by xylon on Apr 10, 2007 20:18:40 GMT -5
Xylon turned his head and saw the babe sleeping next to him. Hadn't he just attacked him? Strange squirrel...
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Post by benon on Apr 10, 2007 20:26:26 GMT -5
Wiffler rolled over in his sleep. Dreaming of a place of comfort, of deep red walls of friendly looking mice, and then one came forward, dressed in armor, and Wiffler felt calm. "Wiffler, do not bide here long with your company. Head south, find the caves of Luke and your destiny." Wiffler snapped wide awake, staring into the wolf's bloodshot eyes.
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Post by xylon on Apr 10, 2007 20:34:42 GMT -5
Xylon gave an evil grin, continuing to stare into the squirrel's eyes. "So, where are ye' bound, squirrel?"
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Post by benon on Apr 10, 2007 20:39:50 GMT -5
Wiffler lost no time in explaining. "Well, to tell thee da truf I fink I'm donna do souf. Some funny mousey-armor-knight tole me ta. He said find da cabes a Luke. I dunno were dat be's."
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Post by xylon on Apr 10, 2007 20:41:36 GMT -5
Xylon's ears perked as he sat up. His eyes grew cloudy as he reveled the name. "Luke. Luke the Warrior. Well, little one, if you don't mind me traveling with ye', I just happen to know where the caves of Luke are."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 11, 2007 14:06:22 GMT -5
OOC: where is Sig?
"Just a minute," interrupted the other wolf, confused,"weren't you two just attacking each other a moment ago? You better not harm the little one, wolf."
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Post by xylon on Apr 11, 2007 14:48:17 GMT -5
OOC: where is Sig? "Just a minute," interrupted the other wolf, confused,"weren't you two just attacking each other a moment ago? You better not harm the little one, wolf." OOC: IDK, he made a post this morning. Xylon turned to the new wolf, his teeth bared. "I'd watch your back if I were you, cautious one."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 11, 2007 19:57:19 GMT -5
Lazily, the new wolf, Saroyyo, flicked a knife out of nowhere and began to toss it in glittering arcs in the air, finally throwing it and clipping a few of Xylon's whiskers, then laughed: "Cautious? I'm just a naturally caring beast searching for his brother. As for those whiskers, you look better without them; they were about a foot long."
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Post by signasul on Apr 12, 2007 5:11:59 GMT -5
OOC: computer virious, system cruppted, atempting to compensate.
The weasel sat down on a rock lissioning to the three argue. "You guys done yet?" he said "Cuz I'll be needing to know if your going to be fallowing me around."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 12, 2007 14:25:41 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, that's why.
"Not done yet," Saroyyo said, flicking out another little knife, "give us a few minutes."
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