Post by LordStripetail on May 26, 2008 22:08:06 GMT -5
"i've met many creatures throughout my travels " Stripetail replied. "So, yes a lot of creatures know me, or know of me. That can be a two-edged sword however. Whether or not that will prove to be the case this time, remains to be seen.
Post by LordStripetail on May 27, 2008 9:13:00 GMT -5
No!" Stripetail laughed merrily at the thought. "why would anyone put a bounty on me/ For one they'sd never be able to collect it. First I travel all over the place, and second, I'd kill anyone who trued to capture me to claim said bounty.: Stripetail's voice held a certain tone, he was serious about what he said. he looked into the embers, which glowed dimly and cast a faint, flickering light.
Zykoryth nodded. "A treasure at the bottom of this pit, eh? I just got back out from the inside a little while ago, and other than small snakes, the only thing I found was a headache." The fox rubbed at a rather large bump on his forehead, evidence of his 'finding a headache'.
Post by LordStripetail on Jun 11, 2008 0:21:31 GMT -5
"Tommorow" Stripetail replied, and he yawned, sleep was staring to overtake him. "Well, I'm turning in. Goodnight everyone' he said and moved over to a spot abiout ten feet away from the fire. Here he would sleep, until the morning.
Post by LordStripetail on Jun 21, 2008 22:58:02 GMT -5
The night passed uneventfully,with each of the creaturesm, save shatterpaw, taking turns standing guard. The morning came quietly, as Stripetail stirred from his rest. Today, the treasure hunt would begin in earnest.. and Stripetail felt a certain excitement within. Treasure hunting was an addicting endevor, and even beasts like Stripetail could not resist thinking about the treasure.
Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Jun 25, 2008 23:48:23 GMT -5
Wayra shifted to comfort his back, he leaning at an akward curve upon a rock. After a few more shifts, he gave in and just opened his eyes. "So much for a restoring rest.." He muttered, digging through his bags for breakfast.
The body of a weasel slumped to the ground, lifeless, a clean, fresh cut across his neck. Blood seeped from the mouth of the vermin, and his glazed eyes stared into the dark pink sky of the morning.
A young, lithe wildcat stared down at the vermin in disgust, his sharp, icy cerulean eyes showing no mercy. His enemy had not put up much of a fight. His movements were slow and predictable. The wildcat gently nudged the body with a foot paw. Nothing good rested on the beast, albeit a small ration of bread and a flask filled about one-third of the way with ale.
Kohl flipped his long, curved dagger into the air and caught it deftly by the handle, placing it back into it's leather sheath.
Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Jun 28, 2008 13:18:30 GMT -5
Wayra nodded while pulling out some dried bread. "That's a good traveling motto. 'Better than nothing.' Deffinently straight-forward." He muttered this, still being a bit drowsy. However, he did manage to start munching on the bread.
Kohl crested a large pile of boulders and gazed ahead, his sharp, icy blue eyes unblinking. A cave with a small entrance - Kohl concluded that he would have to crawl on his belly to enter - was built into the side of a cliff. The cliff towered amazingly high. It would take at least two nights to climb it. But, no mind. The cliff was not Kohl's destination.
His left ear twitched, and he turned his head a bit to the left. The faint sound of voices was carried on the wind. It was a camp of easily five or more, no doubt a group of strong fighters. Very well. If they got in his way, Kohl mused, he would eliminate them and keep working toward his goal... The Binding Bracelet.