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Post by sekraktaa on Apr 13, 2007 17:37:21 GMT -5
"Save your strength." Kilaya said, addressing the vixen with the fiery temper. "You're going to need it later." He examined her for a moment, then sighed. "Are you hurt?"
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Post by Cerridwen on Apr 13, 2007 17:49:12 GMT -5
"Only my pride, scaley bottom." Jynx retorted. Being on the small side for a fox, Jynx tended to be rather bold and agressive. The rest of her clan had been rather snide towards her because of her coloring and her size so she had become rather defensive over the seasons...
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 13, 2007 18:07:34 GMT -5
Name: Nomokis Species: Stoat Profession: Traveler Age: 22 Clothes: Brown cloth pants and green tunic.
Nomokis, a tall but scrawny stoat, was beeing roughly pushed down the hall "Look I'm tellin' you I didn't do anything!" He tried to retort but the hares didn't respond. He sighed wondering which cell was his. "I was only looking for some vittles outside! I didn't mean no harm!" he tried reasoning again. Seeing it was useless he ramained quiet and was eventually pushed into a cell with a few other creatures. "I see I'm late for the party..." he said in his usual sarcastic tone.
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Post by xylon on Apr 13, 2007 18:11:54 GMT -5
Xylon watched Jynx slam into the door with boredum. "Not yet. I was suggesting that we should start thinking of one, however. Do you propose anything as a plan?"
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Post by sekraktaa on Apr 14, 2007 6:21:40 GMT -5
The crocodile raised his claws defensively. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to offend you in any way. No need to get nasty."
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Post by Jim Grim on Apr 14, 2007 7:57:31 GMT -5
"I think we should be trying to find out where we can get weapons and supplies from first. Then we can start on escape plans." Interjected Rotan.
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Post by xylon on Apr 14, 2007 15:36:23 GMT -5
Xylon nodded. "Yes, we need tools." The wolf walked over to the chamber door and crouched, examining the door and its hinges.
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:11:21 GMT -5
"I'm an expert tracker, I could follow that rabbit's scent anywhere, especially the weapons stores and the exit." growled Alfonso. "But, we may need to stock up on provisions for a few days, food, water, perhaps broken bowls to pick locks, I dunno. Oh wait, I do have this." He produced what looked like a religious/cultic symbol(Because it IS a religious/cultic symbol), but, it was also made to serve the perpouse as a small thin sergical impliment or to pick low-grade locks.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:20:56 GMT -5
Xylon stopped working long enough to turn around and see the one of the vermin brandish some sort of symbol. "...You're going to pray to your little cult?"
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:25:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps." he said. He crossed himself and repeated a verse from the teachings of Gnoff 31:42. He then proceded to insert the object into the lock and turn the key. The lock slid open, the captives inside were amased. He locked the door again and lined out his plan. "Okay. My plan is this. We will get our strength up. We need to excercise and eat. We will, when the time is right, p'rhaps a couple of days, escape with my little toy. Anyone want to interject here?"
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:28:34 GMT -5
Xylon remained silent. Superstitious vermin...but anyways, they now had a means of escaping. Xylon sat on the floor, his mind churning.
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Post by Cerridwen on Apr 17, 2007 22:41:12 GMT -5
Recovering form her embarassing collision with the door, Jynx stalked back over to the door and studied it. It was a stout piece of woodwork with the hinges facing in and a small grate towards the top. Shedding her blue robe, she proceded to scramble up the rough hewn wall using the henges as an aid. Bracing herself on the door she looked out into the corridor. To her surprise Jynx did not see any sign of the guards. With her brushy tail swishing to and fro for ballance Jynx proceded to try and squeeze her small form through the grate. The bars were set just barely far enough appart to where she could wriggle her way through. However, she only mannaged to squirm half way through before getting stuck....
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Post by sekraktaa on Apr 18, 2007 11:02:49 GMT -5
Kilaya silently listened to his fellow cell mates plan for escape. He also silently agreed with the fact that they would recquire weapons and supplies. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to clear his mind, and once he opened again he watched the vixen trying to squeeze herself through a grate. Which ultimately lead to her getting stuck with it. He quickly pushed himself and rushed over to her, for he knew the kind of danger she was in. If she was found that way, the guards might kill her on the spot. Or worse, free her, beat her and then throw her into another cell. "You alright there?" He quickly asked, knowing full well how stupid the question was. "Wait, we'll get you out of this." Kilaya quickly added, observing the situation the fiery vixen was in. "Could you guys lend me a claw here?" He asked, turning briefly to his companions before grabbing the vixen's waist and trying to somehow pull her in again. Kilaya was carefuly in touching and pulling her, so he would hopefully not hurt her with his claws by accident.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Apr 18, 2007 13:46:16 GMT -5
Nomokis grabbed the fox by her feet as he sighed. "What have i gotten into...." He mumbled to himself as he pulled. "We could use some help...." He said as he continued to pull harder "Why'd you go and get stuck anyway?" He asked the fox.
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Post by xylon on Apr 18, 2007 18:31:05 GMT -5
Xylon snorted at the fox standing beside him, wedged in between the bars.
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