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Post by hessper on Apr 24, 2007 22:20:02 GMT -5
(thanks for waiting xD) Quixo averted his attention to the scrambling squirrels. a smile creeping halfway up his pale face, he dropped back into the long feild grass when Xylon wasn't looking at him. and slowly, he watched the progress of the squirrels, out of sight, trying to calculate how much money they owned...
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Post by Gyre on Apr 25, 2007 15:47:50 GMT -5
(ditto =3 )
The fisher had been so shocked at the wolf's sudden raction, that he stumbled back and vanished in the tall grass. He reappeared by belko, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "You alright mate?" He was a young beast, 17 seasons at most. His face was youthful, harty but scared.
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Post by belko on Apr 25, 2007 19:20:28 GMT -5
Belko looked over at the newcomer. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks fer tha save back there, I'll be outta hear as soon as I can grab me weps," the bluetailed squirrel said. Then, turning back to Silas, he asked, "So 'ow're we gonna do this mate?". The pain in his foot was growing more intense as the adrenaline wore off. "Not gonna be able to grab 'em by meself y'know,"
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Post by Silas on Apr 25, 2007 19:30:31 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Silas assesed the situation, then quickly formed a plan. "You run and get your stuff, I'll cover ye." He draws out a bow, notching a green rock-tipped arrow to the string as noiselessly as he could. He looks at the fisher, wondering what he could do with him.
OOC: Is fisher an actual species, or what? I have no clue what ye mean by that.
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Post by belko on Apr 25, 2007 19:34:26 GMT -5
OOC: I think fisher is just the character's occupation
The thin squirrel looked over at Silas quizically, " Right mate, I coulda thought o' that! But there's one problem here," he said with a grin, gesturing to his injured foot.
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Post by Silas on Apr 25, 2007 20:19:25 GMT -5
"Fine." He looks at the fisher. "You a good shot, kid?" he questions, certainly feeling older than 25 years as the last word forms itself from his mouth. Drawing his sword, Silas puts it in the paw of Belko, saying "Well, either way, you guys cover me. Been trained for stealth. Just nail anyone who tries to get in close to me. And you..." He gestures to Belko, his voice commanding, like that of a captain adressing troops. "You'll get anyone who's trying to go for him." He points at the newcomer. "Everyone got that...?"
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Post by xylon on Apr 25, 2007 21:48:02 GMT -5
Xylon laid a claw on Belko's shoulder, glaring at Silas. "Nobody's going anywhere." He raised his mace, looking from the squirrels' eyes to the fisher's. He had not spotted anyone else on the plains. "One move from any of you, and the squirrel's pulp."
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Post by belko on Apr 25, 2007 21:59:31 GMT -5
Belko looked up at Xylon with fear obviously in his eyes. Yet, ever defiant, Belko Bluetail would not lay down and give up (Figuritively speaking). "W-w-wot's wr-wrong wit' you m-mate!" his voice quivering with fear, but also something else. "I d-din't do notin' to ye, ya big brute!" what was this? Could it be a thin little squirrel standing up to a wolf? There was a long pause as the squirrel looked Xylon straight in the eyes.
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Post by xylon on Apr 25, 2007 22:07:10 GMT -5
Xylon stared into the squirrel's eyes. Mixed emotions swelled up inside him: annoyance, hate, pity, sorrow, amusement. Finally his solid features broke slightly, a small grin curving up his face. "Heh. You're brave, but foolish too. I've killed countless beasts, both in honour and in cold blood. Another doesn't make a difference. But I'm getting out of this little scenario. I don't know about you." He took his eyes off of the squirrel's defiant face, twirling his mace up and over his shoulder, grabbing the other end of it in a defensive position. He slowly moved between the squirrel and the fisher, looking from the fisher to the other squirrel.
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Post by Silas on Apr 26, 2007 7:16:58 GMT -5
Silas felt a sudden flare of anger well up inside him, but kept it in check; try as he might he could not block the effect the anger caused. Akin to Bloodwrath, very few beasts had the ability he was transitioning into. But this state of battle rage wasn't rage at all. His mind was calm, calculating instead of rash and overtly angry. He could hear with precision the inhalations of the beasts surrounding him, nearly feeling their thoughts but not quite. The sword in his paw (For he had given his bow away) felt ice-cold, perfectly balanced. All five of his senses were hyper-alert, his reaction time decreased. He raises the weapon as slowly as he could, saying "Out of what? You could've just walked out of here peacefully." He sensed, in a combination of hearing, sight, and smell, the wolf's lust for slaughter of the beast he concieved as an annoyance. Another kill does not make a true warrior... A quote from his father sprung into his mind, always seeming to fit the instance when he remembers it.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 26, 2007 10:26:49 GMT -5
(a fisher is a large, black weasel.. just google martes pennanti for a pic. Also, i'm having a hard time keeping up here. You guys keep jumping ahead, and to be honest, I'm not really sure what's going on any more. )
As Xylon stepped between the Fisher and Belko, the young black creature locked eyes with teh squirrel from between the wolf's long legs. With his fit front paws in the grass, the fisher lay prone, but his bow was still in his paw, half hidden under his body. Without words, he tried hard to explain what he wanted Belko to do. He nodded very slowly towards the lower limb of his bow, then gazed pleadingly at the squirrel. Trip the wolf! Grab the other end of my bow and help me trip him! The fisher could only hope that Belko understood...
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Post by belko on Apr 26, 2007 19:12:05 GMT -5
Belko quivered with rage as the great wolf stepped away from him. In him was a fire that burnt with rage as he glared murderously at Xylon. "Your the fool ye great fat imbesile! Believin' yer so great and mighty cuz ye've killed beasts afore! Yer nothin' but a great murderous son of a toad pickin' on creaures half yer size!" Belko stepped back towards his sword and grabbed it, noticing what the fisher was motioning him to do. He would do it alright, but in a tad more... violent way.
((Man Xylon, I've read some other threads your character is in involved and in those he is an honorable fighter. But in this he tisn't but a "great murderous son of a toad" lol))
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 15:04:12 GMT -5
OOC: He does not follow the code of the warrior. He's a shade of gray ;D
Xylon's eyes were reddening. He lusted for blood. He had been hoping to keep the squirrel alive, but now...
"When did you ever get the idea I think highly of myself? Now shut up." Moving back behind the squirrel, he shifted the mace to his right claw and drew a sharp throwing knife from his boot. However, his intended victim was much closer than a knife's throw.
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Post by Silas on Apr 27, 2007 16:09:03 GMT -5
Unwittingly, Xylon had made a mistake in the process of stepping behind Belko. He left his back turned to Silas. He saw the blade held in his paw, and immediately was sent in motion, assuming what the wolf would do to the other squirrel.
Of course, striking a beast while his back was turned didn't contradict any of the honor codes he accepted. The philosophy behind them was that if a beast meant harm, he must be ready for any attack upon his own life, therefore justifying a stab in the back by a warrior. He struck instead in an upside-down J stroke, coming in from the wolf's right, and would potentially run down his neck and spine.
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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 17:37:28 GMT -5
As Silas slashed at the wolf Belko sprang forth with all his might at Xylon's face. "Raaaa!!!!" he cried as he flew, swinging his word like a madbeast.
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