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Post by Gyre on Jan 29, 2007 10:13:43 GMT -5
"Where are you going?" Pitach turned from the mirror, still fiddling with his collar. The hare wasn't pressing, but it was obvious he didn't want Artimis to leave the room, not yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Guinn nocked another arrow and dew the bow back, holding it steady with surprising strength, she aimed with one cold eye. The arrow flew straight, and the wildcat rested the bow on thte toe of her boot, looking to see if she'd felled teh squirrel yet, or at least knocked him in for teh sharks.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jan 29, 2007 13:15:40 GMT -5
Rinn realized that the small creature on the anchor line that Guinn was shooting at was a squirrel. She did not like the way things were going. There was no way that she could make it to the ship in time to do anything but that did not mean that she would stand there helpless. Running back to her ramshackle hut among the dunes and grabbed a make-shift sling that she had crafted from strips of canvas and a couple of the sea washed pebbles that she had gleened from the shore. Dropping her dark cloak, Rinn raced back to the shore hoping that she was not too late. As she reached the surf Guinn was aiming for the squirrel who was clinging gamly to the side of the ship. For Sariel. she thought to herself as readied her sling. Placing a stone into the pocket of the sling Rinn whipped the stone towards Guinn's ship, shooting for the arrow's trajectory inorder to knock it off course. Wasting no time she place the second stone into the sling's pocket and whipped it off towards Guinn, aiming for the bow in her paw...
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Post by Gyre on Jan 29, 2007 15:24:57 GMT -5
The sharp impact of thte stone on the upper limb of Guinn's bow sent the tip veering dangerously, and it nearly knocked the bow from her paw. She held her grip though, and as she recovered from the destraction, the wildcat squinted at teh shore, sighting the otter. She hissed. "Rinn.." Reaching for another arrow, Guinn set it to her bow and drew. As the bow curved back, taught and under nearly sixty pound of pull, the spot that the pebble had hit, snapped, and in a milisecond, the bow was reduced to two split peices of yew. The limbs snapped back, and it its death throes, the bow struck Guinn across the cheek, leaving a deep, wide gash. The wildcat stumbled back, snarling and gripping her bleeding face.
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Post by Sen on Jan 29, 2007 18:08:41 GMT -5
Artimis stared at Pitach dumbly. "I'm...didn't you hear that...?" He made the motion of drawing a bow and made a swishing sound. "Someone fired an arrow. And that...thump..." He looked at Pitach questioningly. ~~~ Thomas was about ready to let go when a big bump noise sounded on the deck. He didn't dare look up from what was happening. He looked all around for Kayla. She was nowhere to be seen. He looked to his left, to the shore, and saw a small silver figure weilding a sling. "Thank you.." he whispered, and pulled himself back onto the deck, ready to face the wildcat with the newly found confidence from the silver hero on shore.
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Post by Gyre on Jan 30, 2007 13:15:02 GMT -5
The hare nodded, "Your choice." Pitach turned to the mirror again, "If you think Guinn is on deck with her bow, at the very least, let me go first..." the hare pushed open the door and started up stairs, muttering with a dry laugh. "I can sooth the savage beast a tad better'n you.." As the two went above deck, the scene that greeted them caught even Pitach off guard. The hare looked at his friend and captain, standing with two paws clutching her head. From behind, all he could se was that she was seething, bleeding profusely. Before her stood a squirrel, Thomas, the beast he had sent old Firr after. The hare turned to Artimis, his eyes livid and for a moment, it looked like he might lash out at the young squirrel, he even raised his paw slightly. Snapping, Pitach shook himself, and ran to Guinn's aid. "Cap'n! Are you hurt badly?" The wildcat pushed the hare's paws away, "I'm fine. Kill that squirrel!" Pitach's mad gaze fell on Thomas. The hare suddenly seemed very large and wild, as he recieved the same orders he had only a day ago, given to Firr. Pitach drew his rapier and flicked it at Thomas like an antena. "Draw your weapon," he barked. Guinn had moved back, leaning on the portside, she hurridly wipped blood from her mouth and eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back on shore, Firr had been wondering the woodland surrounding Centergrove for hours, lost. He was a seabeast, but with no open sky to be seen, no water or wind, he was out of his element. The old hare finally stumbled out onto the beach, and with a joyous hoot, saw his fleet birthed in the bay. On the beah before him, he saw a silver otter. She held a sling, and her attention seemed to be directed at the Cutter. "Hey, ma'am! Wot'r ye doin' to me ship?" The hare walked towards her, unarmed and bedraggled looking, he didn't propose much of a threat.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jan 30, 2007 14:55:09 GMT -5
Keeping her icy blue gaze trained on Guinn's ship she replied to the creature who had addressed her. "Hare, Guinn and I have reached an impass of morals. She seeks to slay an innocent whilst I see that as a dire sin." then turning her icy gaze on the hare, "You had best leave here. I once hunted your kind out on the open sea and I will not ignore my calling now that Guinn and I have reached an impass."
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Post by Gyre on Jan 30, 2007 16:35:48 GMT -5
"Otter," Firr replied, not hesitating to approach Rinn. "I'm not keen on them at the mo either.. they left me to the likes o' them savage squirrels back there.." He scratched his head, and looked out at the action on the ships. "I'm tired an' lost.. if you'd just let me sit here wi' ye for a few.." he sat back in the sand, heaving a child-like sigh. "If ye would, don' batter Pitach too badly. He's a good beast, Guinn ain't all bad either, but she can fend fer herself.." The hare's personality was either very brash and assuming, or he was in a state of arrested developement. Either way, he sat quietly beside thte otter, giving a wide yawn.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jan 31, 2007 15:59:53 GMT -5
Rinn fixed the hare with a glare that could have made the brave tremble. "I have yet to meet a savage squirrel. In fact I owe my life to one, Sariel Blacktail. He was the most noble squirrel that I have ever had the pleasure to meet and sail with. The only savages here are the seascum who've sailed to this shore." Seizing the first solid object that her paw closed upon in the sea washed sands Rinn loaded it into her sling and whipped it off at the ship aiming for the next figure that was threatening the squirrel who had just climbed aboard the ship...
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Post by Gyre on Jan 31, 2007 17:23:55 GMT -5
Firr leaned back in the sand, his elbows sinking in. "I'm not the racist type, ma'am.. all i'v gotta say 'out squirrels is the ones back there in the woods beat me senceless... " He prodded hgis broken nose, and winced. "Oi, I think ye almost got Pitach..." ~~~~~~~~ Standing with his rapier bared, Pitach waited for the squirrel's response. From over Thomas's shouldr, a pebble came wizzing fast at the hare's head. Jutting his head to the left, Pitach evaded the stone without moving his feet. "Now that was a nice shot, but two against one isn't quite fair..." The first mate spoke to Guinn, while watching Rinn with his eyes, and Thomas witth his sword tip. "Guinn, which one of these beasts did that to ye?" The wildcat, took a paw from her face, and pointed at the shore. "That bloody otter, Rinn." The hare squinted, then flagged down one of the crew. "Get a bow and shoot that beast down." ~~~~~~~~~ Firr had his eyes closed in the warm sunlight, still holding a onesided conversation with his newfound companion. "Ye know, me mother wasn't a very nice beast.. she use'ta' give me dad such a 'ard time-" The hare's eyes snapped open, and he rolled over in the sand, scrambling away on all fours. "It's a bloody arrow!" The shaft sliced into teh sand a few feet from Rinn footpaw.
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Post by Cerridwen on Feb 1, 2007 1:30:06 GMT -5
Rinn did not even flinch as the arrow came within a few feet of striking her, in fact she laughed. Crouching down she gleened a few more solid objects for amo before standing once more. "Hah! I've seen a blind mole hit a target better than you can seascum. I am Rinn Fian and I do not fear death!" she shouted at Guinn's ship as she whipped off another shot towards the one who had shot at her...
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Post by Sen on Feb 1, 2007 17:21:44 GMT -5
(Sorry about not having been on...finals kill me.)
"Thomas!" Artimis ran forward, but a hare grabbed him and yanked his arms behind his back, enabling Artimis to move. "Artimis! I'll get you out of here, don't worry..." "I told you to go back to town!" Thomas gritted his teeth and looked at Pitach. He would deal with Artimis' tounge lashing later. He came to save his friend, not deal with a hare. He drew his sword, a long, thin one, and held it ready at his side. He adressed the ship. "I haven't come here for a fight!" he shouted. He pointed his sword at Guinn. "You lied. Artimis is very well alive." Artimis looked desperatly at Pitach, his eyes pleading. "Please, mate... I want to go home..." ~~~ Kayla had hidden behind the boulder, the water up to her knees. She looked to her left. An otter and a hare were having a dissagreement, the otter flinging stones at the big ship directly across from Kayla. She heard shouting and Artimis' voice, and that was all she needed to hear. She would just wait 'til he came down...
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Feb 1, 2007 19:30:38 GMT -5
Dagrunt was standing on the shore, earlier having been woken up by sharks thrashing against the ship. His quick swimming and sonar got him to shore safely. He looked around, which was pointless due to his blindness. But he saw the water lapping against feet, near a boulder."Lass yon boulder by, safe not near be water." He stood, sightless eyes focused on her."Harm no mean to ye me be." He waited, hoping she wouldn't run. She would be an easy target for Guinn's crew and bowmen.
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Post by Gyre on Feb 2, 2007 15:32:30 GMT -5
Guinn had started to recover, drawing herself upand grabbing the broken half of her bow, she wacked the pebble away like a cricket ball. It plunked in the water, and teh wildcat flashed a maddened face at shore. "I know what yer bloody name is otter!" The captain was angry enough, that her speech was slurred. A short distance away, Pitach pulled his gaze away from Thomas to looked at Artimis, then Guinn. The hare's gaze settled once again, on Artimis. His face was a mixture of apology and shame. "You'll be the death of me, kiddo..." With a controled, and powerful shove, Pitach rolled Artimis over his shoulder, sending the squirrel sprawling behind him. In the moment that Pitach had with two free hands, he lunged foreward with frightening speed, and ran Thomas through.
Guinn saw it out of the corner of her eye, surprised. Pitach isn't so soft as I had thought... The wildcat turned back to the shore, ready to bat away another slingstone.
Pitach had a paw firmly on Thomas's shoulder, and his cheek beside the squirrel's. "Don't move," he whispered, "When I let you go, fall and stay." There was hot blood on the squirrel's tunic, but it wasn't his own. Pitach's blade had been slide, with the percision of a clockmaker, through the side of Thomas's shirt, piercing both the cloth and his belt.
The hare drew the blade fast, whipping it over his head to show the small amount of blood. He waited, with a face of stone, for Thomas to fall.
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Post by Cerridwen on Feb 2, 2007 16:02:54 GMT -5
Rinn paced the tide line for a moment like a cage wild animal. Truth be told, she had a lust for battle once her blood got pumping. She had never run from a fight. Stuborn to the core, she had lost a little of her sanity during the multiple times she had evaded death and it showed now. Rinn wanted to face the wildcat but she could also see the tell-tale fins of the sharks that still lingered around the ships. With a snarl of frustration she jammed a small shell that she had grabbed from the tide line and sent it whizzing at Guinn with all the force that she could muster...
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Post by Gyre on Feb 2, 2007 17:16:12 GMT -5
Drawing her surprised looked at her first mate back to her own despute, Guinn saw the shell just in time, but even with her rugged stick, it was close. The spiraled shell snapped the splintered staff even shorter. The shell whizzed off, clattering on deck. Guinn gave a game smile, "I do believe she's angry.." With her realization, her own anger subsided slightly, and the wildcat regained her collected face as she reached for another short bow. "I hope this weapon can reach you, seadog..." ~~~~~~~ A shorter, narrower arrow hissed over the breakers, exploding through their foamy tips, before it burried itself in the wet ground, leaving a wake of momentarily pale sand before a wave came and smoothed it over. Firr laughed quietly, glancing up at the aggrivated otter. "Jus' 'tween you and me, Rinn, me Cap'n ain't the best archer.." He watched as another arrow slit thh grass, about ten feet behind them. "But, those were two sightin' shots.." He stood up and back away slightly, "careful there ma'am.." ~~~~~~~~ Guinn slapped another arrow to the shortbow. Grunting with exertion, she heaved the bone-wrought limbs back and fired a truer shot. The wildcat was a strong creature, but the bow was something from hell, with a draw of over one hundred pounds. Guinn's shoulders shook visibly, and she wasn't sure hw many more shots she could take.
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