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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 7, 2007 16:48:59 GMT -5
((Very welcomung _-_))
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Post by xylon on Apr 7, 2007 18:57:09 GMT -5
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Post by Gyre on Apr 9, 2007 21:09:39 GMT -5
(Xylon, see that tiny pink icon under my avatar? ..
I'm very sorry Wayra. I've really been posting whenever I have the chance. I've got a 200 page manuscript due by the end of the month..)
Slipner left wayra, unintersted in the bound squirrel.. he couldn't hurt him. He addressed the wolf from behind his band. Four of Slipner's virmin stood between the wolf and the weasel. "What in the name of the four winds do you want mongrel? This tree hopper came to steal my goods.." the weasel glanced down at wayra, "he's nothing but a little theif."
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Post by xylon on Apr 9, 2007 21:35:01 GMT -5
OOC:...and?
Xylon sneered. "Heh heh, I'm sure he did." Kneeling down, his gaze met the bound squirrels, and Xylon knew instantly that the creature meant well. "So, what do you plan on doing with him?"
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Post by Gyre on Apr 9, 2007 21:39:13 GMT -5
(Female.)
"Prob'ly give 'im a chance to join me band..." the weasel glanced down at him, "but if'n he's not as cunning as the rest of us, I'll just slit his throt and leave him for those Redwallers ta find.. rile 'em up a bit." he chuckled.
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Post by xylon on Apr 9, 2007 21:44:22 GMT -5
OOC: I know that, but uh, what are you getting at?
Xylon looked down at the squirrel, sizing him up. He felt it would be best if he adopted vermin slang for now, so the weasel would feel more at ease with him. "So, the liddle brat's from that Redwall place, is 'e now?"
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Post by Gyre on Apr 9, 2007 22:12:35 GMT -5
("OOC: IDK, he hasn't posted for a month. Post before I smash you into litte-teeny pieces, Gyre!"
Just making things clear..)
Slipner, nodded, glancing back at Wayra with a grunt, "tree hopper? You know how to steal...? Know how to cook?"
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Post by xylon on Apr 9, 2007 23:37:30 GMT -5
("OOC: IDK, he hasn't posted for a month. Post before I smash you into litte-teeny pieces, Gyre!" Just making things clear..) Slipner, nodded, glancing back at Wayra with a grunt, "tree hopper? You know how to steal...? Know how to cook?" OOC: Oh, okey-dokey. And is Slipner talking to Wayra or to me?
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 10, 2007 17:00:57 GMT -5
(No problem....i can understand why you haven't been posting...i don't think i could write a 200 page mauscript....or anything that long....)
Wayra had noticed the new wolf but didn't really care, or at least he didn't think he did he was about to slip out of consciousness. "Can i get a word in?" he manged to wheeze out. He tilted his head to the new wolf, but before he could say anything he dropped out of consciousness murmuring "Goodnight..."
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Post by xylon on Apr 10, 2007 18:54:12 GMT -5
Xylon raised an eyebrow at the now unconscious squirrel. "...Okaaay..."
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Post by Gyre on Apr 20, 2007 22:53:03 GMT -5
@xylon talkin' to wayra. ))
Slipner ran a paw over his face, obviously tired of this. "hey, Tree Hopper!" he bent down and shook teh squirrel roughly, "Don't good night me! I'm askin' ye ifn you have the skills ta join me an' my crew here... If not upto doing the cooking and such, I'll just slit your throat now." He dug the tip of a dull blade into Wayra's neck.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 21, 2007 13:03:10 GMT -5
Wayra opened one of his eyes, thinking he was going to regret this he said. "Yeah i can cook tell me when it's time to eat...I'll boil your fat head." He said with a sneer. Looking around he regaurded the wolf with a half-smile. "Welcome to the party." He said sarcasticly.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 21, 2007 13:54:59 GMT -5
Slipner kicked teh squirrel hard in the ribs, snarling. "Ok, I've had enough," the weasel thrust downward at Wayra's face with the blunt dagger.
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Post by xylon on Apr 21, 2007 15:07:52 GMT -5
Reacting quickly, Xylon flicked his mace so as it blocked the dagger thrust. This was a dangerous move; we might have to run pretty fast.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 21, 2007 18:05:23 GMT -5
The dagger sank into the ground not an inch from Wayra's head. The weasel looked stunned, too shocked to act right away.
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