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Post by Yggdrasil and Kieera on Oct 10, 2006 17:42:42 GMT -5
*Yggdrasil fell back to his normal reserved self and let go of Mary.* Sure, sure. *He pulled his stilettos back out of his boots and threw them again at the target. He was overjoyed inside, and that showed, because both knives hit the center.*
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 10, 2006 22:36:14 GMT -5
* Mary shrugged, then thought.* Hey, if I coudl shoot that weird arrow from here, what about my regular ones?* She got out one of her ordinary arrows, then shot at the target. THE arrow sailed wide, and she bit her tounge in annoyance, to stop herself from making a fool of herself.*
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Post by Yggdrasil and Kieera on Oct 13, 2006 18:08:25 GMT -5
*Yggdrasil went to retrieve his knives and noticed Mary's arrow shoot far from the target. Mentally congratulating himself, he took out his stillettos and strutted back to beside Mary. Arrogance was beginning to form in the lemming's heart, but he merely thought it was euphoria. As he was back to Mary, he slipped a few arrogant words:* Lost your touch, archer?
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 13, 2006 20:11:12 GMT -5
* Mary glared at him, then said coldly.* No I haven't. The ice arrows were a bit heavier than my old ones, I have to get used to mine again. Now, if you be quiet, then maybe I could concentrate a bit better so I can actually hit!* She looked back to the target, and got out another arrow from her quiver.*
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Post by Yggdrasil and Kieera on Oct 14, 2006 9:16:01 GMT -5
*The lemming smiled smugly, enjoying this retaliation. He watched Mary intently to see what she would do to react to his next comment. He did not know why, he was very amused by treating her badly.* See? You need to get used to yer old ones. Ahhh, one shot of my arrows and poof! *He made an outward gesture.* You can only shoot them again.
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 14, 2006 21:21:14 GMT -5
* Mary was about to shoot, then turned in his direction, Holding her arrow ready to shoot at Yggdrasil's head.*Listen you, I'm going to keep shooting my arrows, and If your good I wont shoot you. And I will you know.
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Post by Yggdrasil and Kieera on Oct 30, 2006 19:31:27 GMT -5
OOC: Nooooo! I missed entering the tourney!
*Yggdrasil considered the point of the arrow a hairsbreadth from his snout and decided he had gone too far. He shook himself twice. Why was he being like this to Mary, who had been nice enough to try his arrows.* Up with you arrow to put, Mary. I'm quite greatly sorry and I don't know what overrode my feeling reserve. If you could just accept the sorrows of a poor Yggdrasil?
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 30, 2006 19:35:38 GMT -5
OOC: The wepaon... i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/battle4mossflower/Bow.jpgi109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/battle4mossflower/SwaggerSpear.jpgBIC: **The hare pranced eagerly to the field of archery, eager to improve his limited skill and experience on the difficult art of the bow and arrow. He carried a new eapon, an odd thing, a swagger stick strung through a bow. The hare set his feet carefull, and notched back an arrow from his back, pulling hard from the strain of the tight and taut bowstring. The hare sighed as he watched the arrow fly wildly towards the ground, for he needed practice with the odd object.**
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Oct 30, 2006 20:12:58 GMT -5
OOC: Interesting, Quickbow...
BIC: *A golden-furred mouse strode out into the clearing where the archery fields were located, purposefully making his way to the end opposite the targets, where a mouse, Mary, and a strange creature he'd never seen before were loosing their arrows. He hesitated as he neared them, waiting a few yards away and watching them shoot intently. The mouse was healthy and strong, in his middle-aged seasons. He was clad in a simple brown tunic, a pair of dark brown breeches, and a dark green beret with an eagle feather adorning it. His footpaws were bare, light upon the raw earth that crinkled beneath the mouse's toes. While he stood there, he leaned on the stout bow, made of yew, which had served him faithfully throughout his seasons as an archer; a barkcloth quiver full of straight, feather-fletched arrows dangled from his shoulder.
Will Yewbow, mate of the Commander Marie Blue-eyes Yewbow, patiently watched as the inhabitants of the field shot and missed, aimed and struck the target. He was here for a bit of archery practice, apparently; usually, he prefered to keep up his skills in the privacy of the woods, but he'd decided that he should try to make more friends among the Fort's inhabitants. And who better for a friend than a fellow archer? So now he stood, watching in surprise as Mary turned and threatened Yggdrasil. He took a half step forward, but held himself back. They looked like they were handling it, but he wasn't sure what had made Mary tick. Frowning, he took his bow in his paws and drew parallel to the pair. All the same, I've never seen a creature like that'n before. Yggdrasil, wasn't it? I'll keep an eye on them; if anything happens, I can always step in.
Lowering his quiver to the ground, Will selected an arrow and notched it to his bow. He didn't bother going through the all-too-common practice of peering down the shaft, checking the feather, licking the tip--he knew his arrows, and he trusted them to fly straight and land true. Drawing the bow, he slowed his breath to an even pace, every muscle comfortably tense but somehow relaxed. With a light breath, he released the bow; his shaft soared over the field, slicing through the air. With a thunk its tip buried into the target, not too far from the bull's eye but not quite their either. A fair shot.
Selecting a second arrow, he notched it and raised his bow. Before drawing the string, however, he glanced sideways at Mary and the strange creature. Seeing nothing to provoke him to interfere, he shrugged and drew back the string. It was a natural movement. He was obviousuly well-practiced. He prepared to release, peering towards the target, then released with all the ease of a true veteran. Another good shot, though his arrow had been blown slightly off course by a breeze.*
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 30, 2006 21:00:12 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you...I think. I will post soon...
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 30, 2006 22:05:41 GMT -5
* Mary looked at Yggdrasil, studying his face. It seemed he ws being serious, and hopefully he was. Then again, for his sake he better be. * Fine. I accept your apologies. But I swear, if you insult me like that again, you know what will happen.* Seeing as other beasts had gotten there she realized that she had better leave Yggdrasil alone, no matter what he said. Turning back to the target, she aimed her already drawn back arrow at the target. She let go, the bowstring zoomed back to it's former position with a twang! And the arrow hit the target a bit off center.*
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 31, 2006 7:00:27 GMT -5
**The hare eyed the approaching mouse, and it slowly dawned on him that it was the mouse Willem Yewbow, the husband of his actual commander, Marie Song Blue-Eyes Yewbow. The hare gazed slightly jealously at the obvious ease of his shots, it seemed to be unreal on how close the mouse was getting to the bulls-eye, especially in comparison to the poor luck Quickbow was having with his odd weapon. The hare loved his swagger spear, as he called it, for it was a sturdy walking stick, cane, spear, and could be thrown relatively easy for its light weight. The hare, unfortunately, was still in the proverbial learning process with the arrow-shooting aspect of the make-shift bow, for the wood would not easily bend, and it was no curved piece of wood, but a slightly stiff one, making it difficult to shoot a straight shot. The hare knew the mouse was a sort of expert of the subject, so the hare thought he would try and start a little friendly conservation with him, maybe pick up a small bit of advice on the way.**
So, I understand you are a bit of expert shooter of bows, wot? You think you can give me a bit of bally advice, old lad? Especially with this flippin’ contraption, it is not exactly the most accurate of jolly shooters, wot wot!
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 31, 2006 21:30:24 GMT -5
* Mary got out another arrow, and prepared to shoot, listening to Quickbow, thinking evilly, as she was still rather upset. Apparently he dosn't have eyes. I'm shooting pretty well too, in case the idiot didnt' notice. She let go, and the arrow hit at the edge of the bulls eye. Close enough in her opinion.* OOC: My apologies for anything Mary does ,Quickbow. It's a personality thing.
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Post by Yggdrasil and Kieera on Nov 1, 2006 20:58:29 GMT -5
*Yggdrasil winked at Mary and tapped the side of his snout. Then he snuck up behind Quickbow and dropped a piece of ice in his collar, anticipating the hare's reaction.*
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Post by Mary Narai on Nov 1, 2006 22:12:28 GMT -5
* Mary's eyes watched Yggdrasil. She wasnt' exactly going to stop him. In her mind, whatever punishment he got woudl be richly deserved..*
OOC: I'll just save myself some time. Whatever idiotic,mean,thoughtless thing Mary does here, is just a part of her personality,
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