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May 31, 2007 16:57:06 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 31, 2007 16:57:06 GMT -5
OOC: *Sigh* I know...wish they had video cameras...
The cheerful mouse jumped slightly at the yell, but soon a large smile creased his chubby face. "Ah, a wolfers there you are. Come on, come on," he spoke, gesturing for the large beast to follow him.
Xylon, the traveler, wasn't sure what the mouse wanted him to come for. Probably the hermit's home. Hastening to join the friendly creature, he went down the hill swiftly, taking care to stumble once for an impression of harmlessness.
OOC: Yes and no. Yes, it's another sentient being, but technically canniballism is eating your own species.
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May 31, 2007 17:20:03 GMT -5
Post by Redstripe the Strong on May 31, 2007 17:20:03 GMT -5
OOC:I'm makin a comeback on the site, so I'm gonna join this thread if thats alright.
Redstripe stood at the gates of Redwall,"Been far ta long since I was home." He rapped his axe against the gate,"Ellow! Its Redstripe, I'm back from ma trip ta Salamandstron!" He stood and waited, his shggy fur hanging down. He thought about what he looked like, a giant badger that looked like a wolverine, with a redstripe instead of white. His claws where a little longer and sharper, his fur was shaggier but he was a gentle old beast. His fur was greying slightly, but he was still a warrior at heart."Na come on, I'm ungrey an I missed tha delicious cookin of me home." He sighed, seemed like no one was at the gate.
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May 31, 2007 17:21:38 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 31, 2007 17:21:38 GMT -5
[ ooc: man, that mouse has a messed up dialect... ]
The weasel started to sit up, but flopped back down, content to stay down. "Really? What kind of food do they have here?"
[ ooc: once again with the post-overs...and yeah, it's fine. It's me thread, I say you can join. ]
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May 31, 2007 18:22:13 GMT -5
Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on May 31, 2007 18:22:13 GMT -5
"Theres no better cooking in all the land..they have.." Wayra began listing some of his favorite foods at Redwall, which was everything, when he heard a far off bang and a voice. "I think someone wants in...Excuse me for a minute." He left the infirmary and made his way to the front gate where a strange sight greeted him. Down in front of the main gate was a redstriped badger with a huge axe. "Hello down there! Would you like to come in?" He called down to the badger.
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May 31, 2007 18:46:07 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 31, 2007 18:46:07 GMT -5
Ritari had started to drowse off as the list grew longer, lulled by the sound of his voice. She waved a paw as he left and fell asleep soon after.
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May 31, 2007 19:38:16 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 31, 2007 19:38:16 GMT -5
OOC: The red burns my eyes! *Falls over*
Meandering through the grasses with the mouse, Xylon had only to wait a short while before the fat little beast had gone slightly ahead of him. In a flash, the wolf had the mouse by his neck, hoisting him high into the air, teeth bared and eyes blazing. Wordlessly, he crushed the helpless creature against the soft ground, crimson liquid staining the plain's sunlit features. It bothered him very little, and even less when the killer sat down and reached for the open wound...
OOC: Chomp it, crunch it, squelch it, melt it, burn it, squeeze it, p00n it, pwn it, own it, pawn it, kill it, freeze it, slit it, smash it, dash it, zoom it, lock it, load it, buy it, sling it, shoot!
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Jun 1, 2007 8:09:37 GMT -5
Post by orion on Jun 1, 2007 8:09:37 GMT -5
OOC- Can I join?
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Jun 1, 2007 10:31:03 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on Jun 1, 2007 10:31:03 GMT -5
[ ooc: sure, jump in somewhere. A new thread might get you more replies, but this one will give you the chance to be with just about every other active person on the board. Do both, even. ]
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Jun 1, 2007 19:56:26 GMT -5
Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jun 1, 2007 19:56:26 GMT -5
"Naw, I'm perty content standin at the gates ungrey an omesick...course I want back in ma home! It's been months." He sighed, he was getting old.I gotta get some food in me, an a decent nights rest. He leaned against the wall,"But do go ahead an take yer time gettin the gate. Wouldn't want an old beast like me ta be a bother."
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Jun 1, 2007 20:10:01 GMT -5
Post by orion on Jun 1, 2007 20:10:01 GMT -5
Orion was walking through the plains when he heard a sickening crunch, something wet touched his footpaws and he looked down. Blood streamed down the way he had come as he got onto his knees and crawled forward, upon seeing the wolf eat the mouse, Orion ran and scuried to the nearest tree and hid at the top.
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Jun 1, 2007 20:53:24 GMT -5
Post by xylon on Jun 1, 2007 20:53:24 GMT -5
OOC: I will now remain in the grasslands. Doing wolf stuff.
Leaving the disturbing remains of the carcass on the golden grasses, Xylon suddenly leapt up, looking around intently, the blood-laden snout twitching. Soft pawsteps. The wolf went into a hunter's crouch, peering around keenly.
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Jun 1, 2007 20:56:10 GMT -5
Post by orion on Jun 1, 2007 20:56:10 GMT -5
Orion watched the wolf, careful not to make a sound. The branch he had chosen was a thin one and it was slowly bending by the weight of him on it. He hardly noticed it bending until there was a snap. Orion fell and hit his footpaw on a branch as he hit the ground. Orion got up and looked around, looking for where the wolf was.
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Jun 1, 2007 21:06:46 GMT -5
Post by xylon on Jun 1, 2007 21:06:46 GMT -5
The wolf was, in fact, drawing a kunai, glinting in the falling darkness. His features coldly passive, Xylon had easily spotted the noisy squirrel and was staring at him unblinkingly.
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Jun 1, 2007 21:18:25 GMT -5
Post by orion on Jun 1, 2007 21:18:25 GMT -5
Orion quickly crawled backwards and hid behind the tree. He climbbed back to the top and chose a fat branch.
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Jun 1, 2007 21:45:46 GMT -5
Post by xylon on Jun 1, 2007 21:45:46 GMT -5
Why do they always run? the wolf thought as he advanced toward the edge of the forest, his right arm held out straight, still clutching the kunai. They run, they tire, they beg, I still kill them. The squirrel was obviously frightened, which drew Xylon to him like sharks to blood. He only wanted to kill the beast because it had ran. Fool.
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