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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Jan 10, 2007 18:36:14 GMT -5
*Tasna walked around the pracically empty streets. It was quiet with dusty streets. The ottermaid had decided to explore the new area even more. She looked around at fallen baskets, broken crates and the deserted vendors.
She checked out the signs of shops that hung from rusty metal poles and wondered if this area ever used to be busy* It must have been filled with yelling stall owners, trying to convince shoppers to that their product was the best, and beasts would be chatting away. *Tasna was lost in her thoughts of what it would be like to live in this area.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 27, 2007 22:53:16 GMT -5
*Just as Tasna was deeply contemplating how life must have been in the streets during the times that there was still many beasts present in the area, a somewhat gruff voice came from somewhere in front of where she was strolling through the streets.* 'Tis a sad affair, this 'ere place. Ye'd expect there'd be a bi' more bustlin' an' such. But nay, 'Tain't much te look at anymore. T'would be a bi' o' a more excitin' experience if'n all them vendors were full o' goods 'gain, eh? Then I coul' get meself somethin' good fer me ailin' stomach. *It was at this statement that the voice slowly trailed off, allowing silence to creep back into dominance.*
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Jan 28, 2007 9:11:09 GMT -5
*Tasna turned* Yes. After the raid, not much has been happening. There are still a few beasts around, but most of the shops are deserted. *The ottermaid looked around her. Of the few beasts that passed my them most were good beasts, if not all*
I haven't seen many eating places around here that are still used. Try in that direction. *Tasna pointed farther along the street* See if there's a tavern down that road or something. *The ottermaid looked back at the new beast*
OOC: What kind of beast are you?
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 28, 2007 11:50:34 GMT -5
OOC: I'm getting to that part.
BIC:*Standing up so as to be clearly be seen by Tasna, Scratchfur made his way from where he was sitting to the middle of the street. It is here that the identity of the creature was fully displayed, and it wasn't what was usually expected of anybeast with such manners as he was, in fact, a rat. Clothed almost totally in a dark blue trench coat that, from the bottom, showed a portion of his tan pantaloons and a tricot hat which seemed to do more for a comical aspect than anything else, the rat seemed to look more harmless than anything. His dusty grey fur on his face seemed to contrast the light brown eyes that seemed to be as soft as a calm ocean at dawn. After taking a few steps, the rat stopped, took off his hat and took a slight bow to the ottermaid.*
Ah...so there actually be food 'roun'bout, eh. I thank ye fer the information, matey. If'n it wosn' fer ye, I'd 'a'e taken a bi' longer te fin' me way te some grub an' such, an' surely I'd 'a'e gone mad seein' as I likes me vittles so dearly.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 28, 2007 22:15:22 GMT -5
**Song walked on the paving stones, cracked and grass covered as they aged. She traced a paw over the wall of a building, the stone she was touching was intricatley carved to depict a battle scene, many of the figures were colored with red plant die. The maiden sighed, Brawn, Brawn, Why do you always have something to do?
She looked down at her black boots, beating a path in the time forgotten stones. Suddenly the squirrel's red-gold ears tilted slightly towards the direction of noise. She dashed over, a normal squirrel's agility lost on the galloping healer, who, when not running, presented a graceful figure.
Song sucked in air as she stood still, looking at her friend Tasna, and a Rat. The spunky creature considered the picture for a second, as the wind tore at her black wool cloak, which swirled gracefully around Songwind's knees. Not all rats are bad... The squirrelmaiden decided to just wait, and see what would happen...**
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Jan 29, 2007 15:12:54 GMT -5
*Tasna saw the rat bow. Since she didn't like to curtsey, she returned the bow* Just a few directions. Nothing special. Are you familiar with these streets? Or are they as confusing to you as they are to me? So strange. *The ottermaid thought that there would be a little more to this place than what it was showing*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 15:35:15 GMT -5
*Pushing his ears down slightly so he could put his hat back on, the rats face seemed to be a little perplexed at the question posed by Tasna. Proceeding to scratch the side of his his head as if trying to recall any information on the area, he looked around the street before addressing Tasna.* Erm..lessee. I don' 'member 'bout bein' 'roun' 'ere tha' much in me tra'els, tru' be tol'. E'en so, they ain' tha' confusin' when ye' thin' 'bout it, seein' as I did tra'el throu'h some towns tha' 'ad a similar setup o' streets as this 'un 'ad. *Pausing after the last sentence, Scratchfur pulled his trench coat a little bit tighter around himself as if to shelter himself from an unseen and unfelt wind. After a moments contemplation in this stance, Scratchfur unclutched his coat and finished his train of thought.* If'n ye'd like, we c'n explore this 'ere place t'gether. Wi' yer keen eye an' me sli'ht knowle'ge o' these kinds o' places, we may be able te make some pro'ress.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 29, 2007 17:26:25 GMT -5
**Song decided to step out into sight now. She dshed out from behind and looked pointevley at The two. ** 'ello mates!
OOC: Eewww... That was bad, I'll make it better in a little while.
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Jan 29, 2007 17:46:33 GMT -5
'ello mates!
*Tasna jumped. She was startled by Song and didn't get a chance to answer the rat's question* Song! Don't scare me like that. *The otter fixed her rustled fur. Tasna gestured to the rat* Song, this is... *She had forgotten to ask him his name*
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 29, 2007 17:50:31 GMT -5
**Song looked down, her eyes dark as she stared at her footpaws. ** Sorry. **Sh brightened up as she looked at the rat. **I know 'im. 'is name is Scratchfur. -eh Scratchy!!
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 17:56:45 GMT -5
*Also being startled, but not outwardly showing it, Scratchfur nodded to the newcomer. After regaining his composure, he was just about to finish Tasna's sentence. However, when Song said that she recognized him, he decided that it wasn't necessary to say his name again. Instead, he just offered a paw to Song.* Harhar! Aye, 'tis meh, matey. Bu' wot brin's ye te be ro'in' 'roun' these 'ere streets?
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Jan 29, 2007 18:05:36 GMT -5
Wow. So you two know each other. *Tasna thought of how she used to say that it was a small world. This confirms it* What are the chances? So Song, how did you meet Scratchfur?
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 30, 2007 17:32:35 GMT -5
**SOng thought for a second, dropping her aggresive stance and switching to a calmer one as she pondered the question. Suddenly, she grinned and smiled beautifuly.** Scratch 'ere is an 'ealer, So'm I. We bumped inter each other.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 30, 2007 17:39:14 GMT -5
*Nodding at Song's statement, Scratchfur looked at Tasna and smiled.* Aye, matey. 'Tis teh truth. Thou'h, 'm nay as good as a 'ealer as Son' 'ere. Got lots te learn.
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Post by Kryshana Pyr on Jan 30, 2007 21:28:58 GMT -5
* Kryshana walked down the street, wondering where to go. THere was no end of shops here, though the streets seemed pretty deserted. Hey, there was a nice lookin' shop, maybe she could go in-- No. 'Shana, you have to drop your stuff at an Inn somewhere. Of course, one could think that she should get one later and explore now, btu would you really ant to carry a seabag everywhere you go? I didn't think so.
The rattess looked ahead of her, and there seemed to be an odd group of creatures. THere was the otter from the tavern she just left, some squirrel,a dn a rat with a tricorn. Perhaps one of them would know where an inn was... Well, no sense in not asking.*
'Ey, do any of you fellas know where an Inn is? Can't think of a city with no place to drop a bag.
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