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Post by InkBlot on Aug 28, 2007 9:21:13 GMT -5
Kerkis wasn't one to dishonor his statement though, and hopped backwards up a tree's branches, not wanting to present his back to Xylon. When he was high enough, he headed for the stream, finally landing in the shallows, splashing yet another squirrel. Cringing, he stayed motionless.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Aug 28, 2007 18:53:29 GMT -5
Wayra woke suddenly with his paw at his staff but only saw a brown squirrel. Still tense he said "Thanks for that, now who are you?" The sound of the forest forgotten as he was ready to strike instintaniously should the squirrel prove threatening.
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 29, 2007 10:18:26 GMT -5
Being a squirrel himself, with fur the color of bark, and no white underbelly, coupled with his dark clothes, he was nigh invisible in the shadows. OOC: brown, not black... BIC: "Kerkis Meandra, but you may call me Kerk," he replied, ready for an attack.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Aug 29, 2007 16:27:59 GMT -5
OCC: sorry middified
IC:"Wayra...Wayra Swiftdraw." Wayra said wearily as he took his hand of and began to dry his face. Dosen't seem like he wants a fight.. When his face was dry he asked, "so what brings you to these parts, Kerk?
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 30, 2007 12:52:50 GMT -5
"Brings me? I've always been a native of this area, except a few seasons of my life, spent near Salamandastron." He waded onto dry land and kneeled next to Wayra. "Where're you from?"
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Post by xylon on Aug 30, 2007 13:30:54 GMT -5
OOC: Then he wouldn't be a native.
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 30, 2007 18:52:04 GMT -5
OOC: sorry, that's not what I meant. You need to wake silas up or something...
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