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Post by Quickbow on Nov 16, 2006 9:50:47 GMT -5
OOC: Make sure you explain how you heard him, and no g-moding nor auto-hitting.
**The hare's sandy-brown paws pounded away on the hard cement, only seconds ahead of the small group of wily weasels approaching from behind. His breath was gasped; he had been running for quite a while. The hare had made a blundering mistake, to steal one of their weapons. He could not have resisted, it seemed like a good fit for him, a small throwing knife around the size of his long knife, but the young hare had accidentally snapped a nearby twig, immediately alerting the beasts of his presence. Quickbow regretted the very idea of taking a morning walk in the first place, he should have remembered the dangerous state of the Northern Pass, that you should never travel alone on it. He was luckily armed with his short spear and recently pilfered hunting knife, he had regrettably forgot his long skinning knife back at camp. The hare, with his natural speed, was luckily keeping ahead of the angry group, and he knew he could not turn and fight, for he was out-numbered at least twenty-five to one. The hare began shouting out for help as he came nearer to the Guardians of Mossflower's camp site, on the very edge of the mess hall. He could only hope a beast could hear his fevered calls for assistance.**
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Rudy Treebandit
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Mwahahahaha. Sorry, had'ta let it out.!c!FFFFFF
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Post by Rudy Treebandit on Nov 16, 2006 11:40:39 GMT -5
*It was a nice autumn day, with full russet apples blooming and leaves slowly drifting into the air, and a nice sun beaming down on the camp. Near the Northern Path, Rudy was taking a casual stroll around camp. He had woken up late, brimming with energy, and decided a stroll would suit him perfectly. His friends were busy making preparations for the day, and Rudy was too carefree to confine himself in the camp. Boots thudded against the gravel road as he briskly changed his stroll to a jog.*
'Tis the life.
*Rudy chuckled softly as the breeze blew against his short, groomed fur. As he was walking, he heard a distant noise, sounding like a call for help. Rudy's body immediately tensed and he reached for his scimitar. He gripped in tightly and approached the noise. Steadily, he slowly crept off the path and stealthily tip-toed toward the noise. As he got closer, the noise seemed more urgent. He quickly hid behind a tree and peeked behind the covering foliage.*
Steelpaw.
*The word quickly tensed his body again. Quickbow Steelpaw. The hare was a lanky, slim hare, his body thinned out from his journeys on the road. He was Rudy's childhood friend, and they had recently met again at the Guardians of Mossflower. Quickbow was sprinting quickly, seeming to be running from something. Rudy slowly moved closer. The squirrel got his answer when he saw a band of weasels charging Quickbow down the path, furious with rage. Rudy smiled dangerously as he got closer. Within a flash, Rudy jumped out with his scimitar, waving it wildly.*
TREEEEBANDIIIIIT CLAAAAAAAAN!!!
*Rudy landed nimbly onto his feet, scimitar gripped tightly in his paws. He sprinted with Quickbow and gritted his teeth as he saw Quickbow holding a unfamiliar throwing knife. He grinned, with a mixture of anxiety and mischief plastered onto his face.*
Le'mme guess, Quicks. Ya pilfered 'em of their knife. You're nearly as bad as me! Well, better fight 'em. Twenty five against two, eh? Not sah bad, I guess.
*Rudy stopped the run and stood his ground firmly. He positioned himself into a defensive stance and slowly but efficiently pulled his fighting arm back.*
Come and fight, scum!!
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