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Post by InkBlot on Apr 20, 2007 19:03:10 GMT -5
OOC: "a millimeter from her muzzle";"Not here to fight... Only for the show... Going to Salamandastron", Ahem...
"I don't like hurting lasses," Saroyyo chuckled
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Post by benon on Apr 21, 2007 10:48:47 GMT -5
"Alroightee, lets jus stop this an' talk loik civilized creeturs." Molejack did not want to see any senseless killing, just because of another's ignorance. "Yoo, manwuff. Woi don't ee gaow back an' git eeself anudder drink? eh."
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Post by xylon on Apr 21, 2007 14:03:13 GMT -5
OOC: @grye: Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!
Xylon's luminescent blue eyes sprang open as the sounds of angry creatures swelled up behind him. As he walked closer, he could hear them more clearly. "I don't like hurting lasses," the male wolf said. "Alroightee, lets jus stop this an' talk loik civilized creeturs," interjected the warrior mole, "Yoo, manwuff. Woi don't ee gaow back an' git eeself anudder drink, eh?" Xylon stepped forward, coming to the mole's side. "Yeah, what's your problem, wolf?"
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Post by Gyre on Apr 21, 2007 14:17:32 GMT -5
ooc: Haha, yeah. Welcome.
bic:Dass snarled and pushed her blade nearer to the wolf's face. "Draw your sword to me once more, and it will not end so happily..." she spat on the ground between them and sheathed her sword. It thudded into the scabbard, and she added as she turned on her boot heel. "Lucky for you, this mole-beast has put me in a good mood." She glanced down at Benon, but didn't entirely take her eye off of the wolf. "I may have a drink..."
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Post by xylon on Apr 21, 2007 14:48:18 GMT -5
Xylon growled at the male wolf, baring his teeth for a few seconds, then turned and walked past the three warriors to go to his tent.
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Post by benon on Apr 21, 2007 21:22:13 GMT -5
Benon injected himself between the two wolves and walked with them to the cantina and paid for their drinks. It appeared that the fighting was over for the night. Benon, himself had not drank that much, but some of the vermin in the camp were staggering around, giggling, easy pickings for the morrow.
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Post by xylon on Apr 21, 2007 21:29:55 GMT -5
Xylon was feeling a bit sober, and wasn't hungry. Sitting at a table in the corner of the bar, he looked around, seeing if there were any competent opponents besides the wolves and the mole.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 22, 2007 10:47:47 GMT -5
"Everyone has a bit of a temper here, don't you think, little one?" Saroyyo said to what seemed like a shadow at his feet.
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Post by xylon on Apr 22, 2007 19:13:31 GMT -5
"Everyone has a bit of a temper here, don't you think, little one?" Saroyyo said to what seemed like a shadow at his feet. OOC:...Are you talking to Benon? That's mean.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 24, 2007 15:08:49 GMT -5
OOC: read the bio on Shoggstar Waverider.
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Post by benon on Apr 25, 2007 15:45:45 GMT -5
"Yerss everybuddy doose 'ave a bit o' a temper, oi'll tell ee dat." Benon agreed, letting the comment of him being a head shorter than all the contestants slide.
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Post by xylon on Apr 25, 2007 21:51:59 GMT -5
Xylon glanced over at the wolf and mole, who were in conversation. He walked out of the bar and went back to his tent, feeling sick and chalant for some reason.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 26, 2007 14:50:27 GMT -5
OOC: I was talking to a baby otter!
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Post by Gyre on Apr 26, 2007 17:42:33 GMT -5
Ulric Dass sipped her drink and talked with the mole warrior, Benon. Inside the cantina, she looked around, then returned her gaze to the tankard in her paw. The foamy draft slid alone the inside of the cup. "Benon, I might have a personailty liek a sack of rusty nails," the young wolfess said, with a vague smile. "But I'm not savage or heartless." It seemed that the drink had lightened her mood as she began actually conversing with the creatures around her, but it only seemed that way. It was not the drink itself, but the fact that it had been offered. "I scrape by on seasonal bounty hunting... how about you beasts?"
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 15:06:49 GMT -5
OOC: Where the hell did Shoggstar come in?
Xylon lay down inside his tent, the sounds of other creatures around him. Might as well get some sleep on a sick stomach.
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