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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Feb 19, 2007 12:39:40 GMT -5
(umm? i guess this would be a bump)
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Post by Gyre on Feb 21, 2007 20:52:04 GMT -5
The little hogbabe ran hard through the bushes a few minutes behind the band of virmen, and still out of earshot. His face was deathly serious. In his tiny fist, he held a stone that he imagined would split Slipners skull once he snuck up on the weasel. Jinn was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat gathered on his small, pink nosetip. ~~~ Slipner turned and saw that Wayra was coming too. The weasel nodded to the fox who dragged the young squirrel. "Hey, Druff! Kick tha' varmit inna 'ead for me.." The fox turned and shot a kick at wayra, grunting grotesquely. His ratty, balding tail brushed Wayra's face.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Feb 22, 2007 16:42:05 GMT -5
Wayra felt the kick but didnt respond trying to trick them into thinking he was Knocked out. when he looked and saw the rat not staring at him anymore he gave a half-harted sigh of relif and let his head roll to the left. That's when he saw the bushes noticably rustle. Oh Please, please, PLEASE don't let that be Jinn... He sat watching the bush feeling quite helpless.
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Post by Gyre on Feb 23, 2007 20:18:08 GMT -5
Jinn froze. He could see Wayra staring through him, but he doubted that he could be seen through the thick bushes. Clutching the rock in his tiny paw, he waited from his chance. ~~~ The fox, bent overthe squirrel. "Is you dead, treehopper...?" Placing the toe of his boot over the squirrels eye, the fox pressed slightly, trying to draw a reation for thte prisoner.. Slipner would be angry if he'd accidently killed the beast...
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Feb 25, 2007 10:47:55 GMT -5
"If you want someting say it to my face..." Wayra said menecingly. Still looking at the bush he thought Jinn was in. He spast on Slipner's toe "Yes i'm still alive...." He said. Wayra opened the eye that wasn't under the toe and stared hard at the fox, he thought he saw the fox somewhat twitch. Struggling to get up he was to weak to even move, his whole body was numb he didn't even feel the ground moving beneath him.
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Post by Gyre on Mar 2, 2007 23:36:34 GMT -5
Slipner stared at his toe, fuming, he reached down and hauld the squirrel up by his neck fur. Digging his claws in deep, the weasel gave the big fox a shove, staring hard into Wayra's face. "You ot dead, <i> yet</i> tree hopper..." The Slipner pulled a dagger from his belt and pressed it to teh squirrel's throat, daring him to move.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Mar 3, 2007 16:28:52 GMT -5
"That supposed to scare me you two bit coward..." Wayra growled. "I bet you coulden't even win in a fair fight." Realizing that saying this probably end up costing him, he decided in the future to rethink his position before talking. Even though he was numb, Wayra could feel the knife point on his neck. "Your right I'm not dead yet..." He said trying to llok brave but despite that felt quite scared on the inside.
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Post by Gyre on Mar 5, 2007 22:18:54 GMT -5
"Now, dibbun..." the weasel spoke in such a vile tone, that he obviiously had nothing to lose and everything in the world to gain, even if it was such a petty thing as Darrel's stollen goods in exchange for cutting the young squirrel's throat. Slipner had no fear of Hell's Gates. "Ae you going to come peacefully, maggot?... and I'm askin' you to think real careful before you answer. Spillin' yer blood all over the ground here wouldn't bother me any..."
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Mar 6, 2007 16:54:00 GMT -5
Knowing it would cost him dearly if he acted stupid Wayra said "Fine you've won..." He said. suppose i shoulden't Don't push it... He thought as he was being dragged along again. He knew Jinn was still folowing, and coulden't help but feel guilty for it. He let out a long drown out sigh and continued to watch the bushes.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 4, 2007 15:13:05 GMT -5
((Bump >.>...))
((also it's only been us in here for...4 pages..do you think we need someone else?))
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Post by xylon on Apr 4, 2007 16:13:11 GMT -5
OOC: I'll join, but sorry, I'm a bit too lazy to read up to here...you guys are fighting right? And are you outside or inside Redwall?
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 4, 2007 20:29:15 GMT -5
((Re Read you'll find out you should only have to go back a page or 2))
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Post by xylon on Apr 5, 2007 16:05:21 GMT -5
OOC: Ah, there we go...okay I'm good now.
Xylon the wolf was trekking in the forest. He hadn't had food in two days, and needed another mercenary job. A rat he had persuaded to talk told him that there was a weasel named Slipner and his band abroad in Mossflower. Maybe he could get a small task and be off within days. Xylon didn't like to be allied with vermin near Redwall, but he had not been let into the red abbey since the last Abbot, the only one left of his time to know Xylon, had died, seasons ago.
The lone wolf, with his haversack over his shoulder, crouched down, having heard noises. Looking through some bushes, he saw a captured squirrel being dragged along by a gang of vermin. Xylon couldn't tell where the squirrel was from, but it was quite possibly Redwall. His stomach could wait.
Drawing the mace-and-chain from his haversack, Xylon put it back over his shoulder and stepped out towards the vermin band.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 6, 2007 18:26:14 GMT -5
((Lets wait for Gyre to post))
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Post by xylon on Apr 7, 2007 14:39:12 GMT -5
OOC: IDK, he hasn't posted for a month. Post before I smash you into litte-teeny pieces, Gyre!
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