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Post by belko on Apr 20, 2007 21:12:08 GMT -5
The sky was clear and sunny, the praire was great and wide, the road seemingly endless. Ahh, this was the life for Belko Bluetail, hired sword and pickpocket. He hadn't had an employer in many a months, and though this place seemed liked paradise, he was getting a bit bored. He let out a long sigh, but then he raised his head and cried. "Why doesn't something happen!" he cried to the sky that didn't seem so cloudless and perfect anymore, the praire small and narrow, and the road that seemed to end over the next hill.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 21, 2007 10:17:16 GMT -5
carrying over the flat, calm lands a ringing cry sounded. After a moment of silence, thunderous hoofbeats could be heard.
In an explosion of earth and sound, a stag burst through teh grasses and galloped stright by the squirrel. His eyes were wide and black like a dolls' and he didn't even seem to notic Belko as he passed.
Fast behind him, a fisher with a bow came over the hill and ran directly into Belko. The fisher dropped his bow, and the arrow clattered away, landing in the grass.
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Post by xylon on Apr 21, 2007 15:05:06 GMT -5
The stag thundered on through the vast golden grasses, the icy claw of fear clutching his heart. Upon hearing his hunter stumble into something, hope sprung forth into his heart, but when he turned his head back to face where he was going, all hope vanished. A wolf at the top of a hill was surveying the plains, a haversack by his side and a sword in his claw. Hearing a distant rumbling, the roamer slowly rotated to find a stag racing towards him, it's eyes wide. His expression emotionless, the wolf cut upwards with the sword in a swift movement, slicing across the animal's legs and lower chest. All that remained of the encounter was a horrid screech as the beast rolled downhill, the embers of life slipping away from it. Sword still in the air, the killer's eyes glanced downward to see two creatures sprawled out on the grass a few hills away. Sheathing the sword in the haversack, the wolf, Xylon, shouldered his pack and began to trek towards the creatures. OOC: I think that was the longest post I've ever made...  |
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Post by belko on Apr 21, 2007 23:28:03 GMT -5
As the fisher crashed into the young squirrel and sent him flying, Belko instantly began laughing. " Huahahahahahahooo.... Eh, he, eh, he, eeeeeeeaaahahahahahaha,"
Wiping a tear from his eye as he rose Belko finally seemed too calm down. "Ahh sorry ther' mista', didn't see ya as ya was comin' afta that stag," he said, extending a paw towards the creature, slightly cupping it so the creature on the ground wouldn't see the leaves of stinging nettle on Belko Bluetail's gloved paw.
((Just a harmless prank, no worries))
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Post by xylon on Apr 22, 2007 20:24:47 GMT -5
Xylon trudged up a soft hill, the sun glancing down on his back. Upon reaching the top, he looked across to find a fisher and a squirrel, the fisher a clumsy hunter and the squirrel a young fool. His face still expressionless, Xylon cold eyes surveyed the two creatures for a few moments. The wolf began to trek downwards on the grassy slope, towards the next hill and the hapless beasts.
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Post by belko on Apr 22, 2007 20:29:51 GMT -5
"Huh?" Belko's ears and woad-stained tail twitched. He heard somebeast, somebeast big. Still with his gloved paw extended he turned to see the wolf approaching. "Woah!" he exclaimed in surprise this time fully turning around and accidently tossing the nettle leaves in between himself and Xylon. After regaining his balance he said "Hello there mista wolf, how ya doin' this fine day," hiding a slight trickle of fear he thought When I asked for something to happen, i didn't want a great, bloody wolf!
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Post by xylon on Apr 22, 2007 20:39:06 GMT -5
The drying blood splatter on the right side of his face cracked, and the wolf raised his sword to head level. He felt pity and amusement at the squirrel, standing there with awe on his face. Turning the sword so that the blade faced the cowering creature, Xylon finally looked into the squirrel's eyes, and knew what the squirrel must be feeling at that moment.
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Post by belko on Apr 22, 2007 22:59:52 GMT -5
Belko stood straight and raised his arms defensely, "Easy there mate! No need in swingin' that ol' destroyeh around!" he said. He then realized where the stinging nettle leaves had landed and understood that he might be able to meet the big wolf on his own circumstances. A nice prank. For the leaves he was going to sting the fisher, still on the ground, with were now lying directly in between him and the wolf and the best part was Xylon hadn't seemed to notice yet. Grinning wide, the blueteiled squirrel stuck out his paw and exclaimed "M' name's Belko Bluetail, put 'er there mate!" still grinning. Ooo this is gonna be good he thought, the thought obviously showing by the expression on his face.
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Post by xylon on Apr 23, 2007 12:42:00 GMT -5
Xylon stood where he was. Foolish squirrel. His expression did not soften, but at last he spoke, in a low, icy voice. "Your ignorance is fatal. You will die this day." A deathly silver flash descended upon the squirrel.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 23, 2007 13:20:52 GMT -5
The fisher scrambled to his feet. in the fall, he had strained his ankle, but in desperation, the pain was not bad.
Before he could say a word, he grabbed his bow from the ground, and thrust it up under teh wolf's arms, so when the blow came, the bowstring bounced his arms back.
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Post by xylon on Apr 23, 2007 14:07:23 GMT -5
Xylon retaliated quickly, using the momentum of the bounce to swing around and towards the fisher's head, his teeth bared and snarling.
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Post by belko on Apr 23, 2007 17:52:54 GMT -5
In a mixture of dissapointment that Xylon didn't step on the leaves and surprise at the wolfs evil intent he stumbled back and fell to the ground. Normally he would have scrambled away but seeing the great wolf attack the fisher, who he had decided was his friend in this little skirmish, he drew his blowpipe and three darts from his bag. Cramming his first dart into the pipe and raising it to his mouth, he aimed for Xylon's muscled neck and blew hard. The shot probably wouldn't kill the armed and dangerous wolf, but at least it would draw his attention until the fisher had a chance to retaliate.
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Post by xylon on Apr 23, 2007 18:17:50 GMT -5
The sword swung over the fisher's head as Xylon felt a prick on the back of his neck. Seeing the squirrel was holding a blowpipe, the wolf stood silent for a minute. He backed away a few feet slowly. Dropping the pack after sheathing the sword in it, the killer took out a mace-and-chain.
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Post by belko on Apr 23, 2007 18:21:22 GMT -5
Seeing the anger in the wolf's eyes, Belko backed up. In an awkward and slow motion of drawing his sword and picking up the next dart he said "Easy they're mate. Just tryin' ta calm ye down with that dart there..." it took him a moment to realize how stupid that sounded.
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Post by xylon on Apr 23, 2007 18:29:17 GMT -5
An evil sneer crept up the wolf's face, his eye's alight with fire. "Oh, but I am calm." In a flash, he snapped at the dart and swung the mace, it's spiked, metal orb coming at the squirrel fast.
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