Finding Xylon (Xylon, Sirek, Wayra only)

[xylon]

OOC: *Looks down at Darkaire* I dawy...

Xylon felt his leg grabbed and stumbled a second before stablizing himself, the corner of his mouth twisting in aggravation. The lupine creature slowly looked down at the weasel beside him and growled. "And why not?" The pain in his stomach throbbed once more, and he noticably winced, but only briefly.

[darkaire]

"This might be the last time you see me. Are you sure you're okay with just leaving like this?" her question was more of a challenge, hinting that she still waited for an answer. "Besides, it'd be better to rest if you're still wincing over that stomach thing."

[xylon]

Shaking her paw free, the wolf growled. "I'll rest elsewhere." He was determined not to be vunerable in front of the weasel, even if he was injured. Ignoring the pain, Xylon walked off the path and west, slightly, north, into the woods, regardless of the rain. However, once a few trees and wet bushes were between himself and Ritari, he broke posture and doubled up, sputtering even more blood on the forest floor, silently he hoped. How did a knife hilt do that to an experienced warrior?

[darkaire]

A look of pure anger flared up on her face as the wolf walked off. She snarled at his back and reached for her dagger, slamming it into the ground. Stuffing a paw over her mouth, she screamed, the sound muffled. Maybe she hadn't made it clear enough to him. All she wanted was a simple answer, and he wouldn't give it to her. Even after she'd beat him - him, a season warrior! - he wouldn't tell her. All he'd done was cough blood. She snarled as she polished the dirt off her dagger and slid it back into place. Ritari was stubborn and certainly wasn't going to leave without an answer. She stood, stretched and padded after him, moving swiftly for such a leisurely pace.

Sure, it had only seemed like an innocent dagger hilt, but knowing her dislike for weapon fighting, she'd had those hilts made specially for her. The one she'd used was heavier than most hilts, since she was used to heavier blades. Of course it would have hurt more.

The weasel walked until she saw a familar tail, and changed her path to round on Xylon. She paused and wrinkled her nose. "I told ya you shouldn't be moving."

[xylon]

The wolf lost his footing when the weasel came, startled, and fell against the tree trunk. His back to the rough bark, Xylon slid down with anger and annoyance on his features, but it slowly vanished. The aged creature sighed and closed his eyes, his snout pointed toward the damped leaves on the forest floor. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"

[InkBlot]

OOC:am I allowed to read this thread, darkaire?

[xylon]

OOC: 'Course you are, lol, right Senpai?

[InkBlot]

OOC: Darkaire plays through you?

[xylon]

OOC:

[InkBlot]

OOC: Darkaire uses your account?

[xylon]

OOC: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

[InkBlot]

OOC: I'm sorry... I thought you were respronding for darkaire.

[xylon]

OOC: I'm suggesting, but asking her opinion. Where is she anyway? *Goes around looking for Darkaire*

[InkBlot]

OOC:idunno *shoots xylon in back with colt* gotcha!

[darkaire]

[ ooc: Geez, calm down. I'm a college girl with a job. I got lotsa work to do. And of course you can read the thread. You just can't post IC. ]

She crouched in front of him, tapping his nose lightly. "Haven't you learned yet? No. I'm not going to leave you alone," she taunted. The weasel dug around in her bag and pulled out an apple, polishing it on her coat. How or why she always wore so many layers had always confused other beasts. "At least, not until you tell me why you don't try to kill me."