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Post by Sandegar on Feb 20, 2008 16:21:04 GMT -5
OOC: I don’t have much time, and I didn’t want to make this too long (or even worse than it is), so I left out some of what other peeps said and stuff. >> Eh. So much for our evil trapping plans, Crys… Invasions on!! YAY! BIC:
"Hello there, chapess. I'm Rinafera Woxwitty IV, doncha know, but I'm better known as Fourth. Nice to see another hare, wot! So, Miz, what is your name?"
Alex started back when a young male hare, of about her own age, caught her unawares with a loud speech of greeting. While she was annoyed that he had surprised her so, she was still subconsciously glad that there was someone, at least, who was the same age as her – and a hare too, coincidentally. Though not completely forgetting her resentment at the presence of vermin within what was now, in her mind, her home, she grinned back at Fourth.
“Alex. Alexandra Jessica Maximillia Orange Marmalade Parsley-Quarvian – but Alex is fine, wot. Eh, I didn’t man to say that. Wot, I mean. I was sure I kicked the habit…” She trailed off, flustering. Shaking her head, she looked at the other hare embarrassedly. “Well, um, nice to meetcha.”
Apparently not, thought Sandegar, listen to the commander but not the lieutenant, eh? Embittered, the tall hare crossed his arms sulkily, standing on the rubble of the gateway, casting a wearied eye over the apparently reconciled crowd, especially on his young charge, Alex. Hopefully she would behave – though he knew that she wouldn’t. However, at the moment, she was conversing with another hare, of her age, whom Sandegar guessed to be Rinafera’s son. He smiled reluctantly despite his own disappointment; he was glad that she had found some company with whom she could be happier.
"Howdy there, boys!" The lanky hare literally whirled around. He was not particularly one for dramatics, but still he turned on his heel with a flying cloak and his right paw reaching for his longbow – or he would have, if he hadn't left both cloak and longbow, along with his quiver, back inside by the wall. Under his breath he swore, furious at himself for leaving his weapons behind – one never knew when something would happen. And apparently, something unexpected had happened.
The voice he heard was not one he was familiar with, in timbre altogether. As he looked down at the lone figure before him, he realized why. He had never seen a beast quite like this specimen before. Pink, furless, and stout, he, or it, was obviously not a creature of Mossflower. Concerned and alert, wondering what this strange beast was doing in their patch of the forest, the hare warily gripped the hilt of his arming sword, thankfully still at his side.
“Now what do you all think you're up to on this day?"The intruder continued. All down the hare’s spine, black dorsal fur stood on end, like a ripple through still water. This odd, pink animal had just trotted into the clearing of the Guardians of Mossflower, and now he was talking like he owned the place.
Sandegar, with his simplistic view, had no way of knowing if this beast was goodbeast or vermin, and so he did not know what his intentions were. The very least he could do, as an officer, was to find out what the furless thing was trying to do. With his paw still on his sword, and with his ears tipped forward in imitation of the canine and feline expression of aggression, he took a few long strides down toward the other beast, his eyes narrowed.
“A question I’d like to ask of you, sah.” The hare spoke obnoxiously loudly, drawling a little, his voice dripping with the malice of a vigilante. “Who are you, and what business do you have here?” Sharp, and straight to the point, like a sword.
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Post by Nadia Darkon on Feb 20, 2008 20:15:30 GMT -5
I want half of you to help Nadia look around the fort for anything that could be of use to us and take stock of supplies. The rest of us need to start rebuilding our defenses. I suggest we start with the gatehouse. And if you aren't here to help, then you can leave right now.
Yup. Finnerator was ticked, no doubt about it. Nadia gave a quick salute and glanced around at those who had finally stopped bickering to see who would go with her.
“Sandy told me I should go with the cat.”
Her whiskers twitched in indignation. Just who did this young hare think she was, talking to the commander as if Nadia was not standing right there? However, she kept a blank expression on her face as Crystal and Rina obtained permission to start setting traps. Finnerator went off in the direction of the armory, leaving Alex and Nadia standing together. She blinked. Where had the other young hare come from? What was he saying his name was, Fourth? Must be Rina’s leverlet. She interrupted the conversation of the two.
“Time to talk while we work.”
Her paw pointed to a dilapidated old stone building.
“That used to be the storehouse, probably still has some stuff left in it. With all luck maybe the vermin never found the cellar, even the cooks forgot exactly where it was at times.”
With a swish of her furry tail, the femme padded off towards the building. At least the door was still intact. She pulled it open and found the inside just like every place else: in a shambles. The shelves were coated with what looked like mud that had the smell of rotting plants. Wonderful. She glanced back at the two hares behind her, wondering if she’d have to make them enter the structure to look for the trapdoor to the cellar.
More voices at the gate caused her to look backwards again. Yet more visitors? She squinted across the distance to the gate where Sandegar was apparently replying to whoever it was that had called out. Nadia was already tired of all the drama. That’s why I liked it on my own. She turned back forwards, ignoring it. She waved a paw cordially inside the dark, smelly room.
“You first, we’re looking for a floorboard two inches shorter than the rest.”
That might prove a tad difficult seeing as the sludge also covered the floorboards.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 21, 2008 7:17:09 GMT -5
**As soon as the intruder had appeared, Raiden, who had been about to follow Nadia, was on alert, twin swords drawn.**
I'll second the Lieutenant's question and add one of my own; I've been all over these lands and never before have I encountered a beast like you... So my question is this; What, in the name of Chaos, are you?
**Cautiously, Raiden approched until he was level with Sandegar.**
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Finnerator Rudderbow
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Feb 21, 2008 10:14:28 GMT -5
*Finnerator Rudderbow made a short trip out to one of the supply rooms only to find that most of the more conventional hatchets and hammers were rusted or broken; altogether totally unusable. The retired weaponry would have to do for their purposes until Horus could make up some new tools for the fort. As she was returning to the gate she heard a new and foreign voice talking among the familiar ones*
"Howdy there, boys! Now what do you all think you're up to on this day?"
*A few more steps and the sea otter was in sight of the main gate again where she could clearly see the speaker standing. The creature was strange to her eyes and she had seen a number of strange creatures in her time. He was an odd pink color, a stark contrast in the forest of greens and browns, and he didn't seems to have very much fur, if any, to speak of. His snout was an unusual shape, somewhat like if he had run into a wall and it was permanantly flattened. The animal's paws too were not paws at all, but something she had never seen before and could not quite describe*
*As she approached she could clearly hear Sandegar taking control of the situation*
“A question I’d like to ask of you, sah. Who are you, and what business do you have here?”
*The otter wondered if he was being a bit harsh to somebeast who appeared friendly. Then again, perhaps Sandegar had seen something that she hadn't and one could never be too careful these days. The battered fort served as a strong reminder of that. As Sandegar finished his sharp question, Finnerator stepped up beside him with forepaws crossed, tensed to draw her dirk at any moment. Let's see how the furless pink thing would reply*
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 22, 2008 14:13:17 GMT -5
ooc; Hrn… I have no idea what I’m doing with this post. Just know what Crystal has the answer to the question ‘WTF is that pink thing?!’ Simply due to the fact that she’s traveled a lot and seen plenty of places. Also, lyrics change due to dramatics! >D (and that fact that I'm addicted to the song.) xx. Crystal So gimme all your poison, And gimme all your pills, And gimme all your broken hearts, To make me ill. Auds forward, the vixen smiled brightly as Rinafera obviously accepted her apology. Or, rather, her determined oath. Emerald optics glaring in her skull, her gaunt face stretched tight in a smile. He'd be a great help to her, and maybe Fourth and Alex would come with them and the pair could give them some good lessons. "Come on, Rina', we'll get done fast so you can get something to eat; I seem to recall that hares like their rations," she winked playfully at him, a childish air surrounding her. It seemed that nothing could ruin this day. She'd met with old friends, and had regained some. They were fixing up one of her old haunts, and soon it would be inhabitable again. Her hair fanning behind her, she spun on the spot, she dress rising slightly to reveal the tops of her knee-high black boots. The tattered and torn old bandages on her arms forgotten (it had been 8 seasons ago when she'd got them) for once, her happiness brimmed and spilled out gushingly. As she stopped her self from spinning twice by stamping her raised hind paw down, her bag smacked against her side. And so did her sword. It slapped against her leg - her left, that is - and the old wound that had crippled her throbbed."Uff!" She gasped as she fell, not even getting the chance to hold her arms out for balance. The vixen sighed as she picked herself off the ground, dusting the skirt of her dress whilst balancing precariously on one foot, keeping the throbbing left from touching the ground. Drawing her large sword, the light hued blade shimmered as she leaned heavily on the hilt, her paw tight on the pommel. “Damn, this makes me feel old,” she whispered, her hurt paw shaking slightly as she place it back on the ground. Gradually as the chatter carried on around her, she lifted her weight slowly from the sword and replaced it on her leg, ceasing it’s trembling. Hefting the blade to her shoulder, she rested its flat over the left, her right paw lifting to lie on the blade near its point, her wrist and paw lying lightly on the flat. At ease, she looked around, trying to find the best place to get supplies and start setting up her traps.“Hey, Rina’, what about setting some over…” Her voice trailed away as a hushed silence befell the normal uproarious Guardians. Hissing vehemently under her breathe, she spun to face the direction all eyes were locked upon. With disgust, she saw the pink creature lift his furless head and call up to the Guardians. She only half listened to his words, due to the fact that she was mostly trying to recall what the hell his race was called. “Howdy there, boys! What do you all think you're up to on this day?" It called up, a smile on its snout. “A question I’d like to ask of you, sah. Who are you, and what business do you have here?” Rightfully, Sandegar called down with venom. Crystal could feel the name of what this creature was on the tip of her tongue, but she remained silent, full of poisonous words. I'll second the Lieutenant's question and add one of my own; I've been all over these lands and never before have I encountered a beast like you... So my question is this; What, in the name of Chaos, are you?Crystal began to pace slowly, swinging herself carefully around as Raiden spoke to avoid smacking somebody with her sword, which was still hurled over her shoulders. A mere second after Raiden’s voice faded, Crystal recalled and shouted down at the creature. “Alright, I’m not wasting time askin’ what you are, pig,” pausing here, she glanced around to make sure that the group understood that the creature below was indeed what she called it, “because I already know. Also, if you couldn’t tell from the dress, I’m a vixen. Which is, if you didn’t know, a female fox.” It her mind had no failed her, she recalled to be wary in the presence of a pig, due to their incredible slyness. Almost enough to match that of a fox.“However, I will ask again: what do you require from us? If it’s healing or shelter, as you can see, we have none decent to spare.” She flourished a paw across the surrounding the area. “But,” she said, a snarl in her previously high female tone, “if you want violence, you came to the right place. Take your pick.” And this fox had bad, bad feelings.You’re running after something, That you’ll never kill. So if this what you want, Then fire at will!.xx
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Post by stonewall not logged in on Feb 24, 2008 1:58:51 GMT -5
Major Vomst felt almost queasy as he further approached the woodlanders. Blast, they were hideous. Hair all over their wretchedly shaped bodies, unnaturally large tails; it was as if some abstract painting had come into being. How could the army been stalled so long by these stone-age barbarians? The fear that many of the troops had felt while dwelling in Mossflower the previous year seemed almost laughable, now that the culprits' unintelligent features could be seen in broad daylight. Surely, it was destiny that the Pigs would put these unhappy cretins out of their misery.
Despite his feelings of natural superiority, the pig's thoughts were stopped in their tracks as the long eared thing suddenly decided it had not only the right to speak, but to be impertinant about it. “A question I’d like to ask of you, sah. Who are you, and what business do you have here?” Vomst winced violently, as if pained some how. Had he... just been talked down to? By a talking rug? The tempermental Major didn't know if he should feel angry at this insult, or bemused that the thing felt he had any kind of authority. At any rate, he had not taken kindly to the upstart, and had no qualms about showing it. "Well now, boy, I'd like to answer that and any other questions you might have, but I'm not in the practice of explaining higher thought to critters who can only just master whole sentences."
Before he even had time to to congratulate himself on his verbal victory, another one of the moronic insurgents spoke up. "I'll second the Lieutenant's question and add one of my own; I've been all over these lands and never before have I encountered a beast like you... So my question is this; What, in the name of Chaos, are you?" Vomst took a deep breath and tried to hold his temper; no sense in giving these fools the satisfaction that they were getting to him. Confound it, didn't they know a greater specimen of life when they saw it? They should have been down on their knees in awe by now, not asking questions as if they had any edge over a pig! And to further the Major's frustration, yet another one spoke up. “Alright, I’m not wasting time askin’ what you are, pig,” said the fluffy tailed, pointed eared thing. Finally, someone who actually knew of the Empire! That's right, darling, he thought, explain to the other twits what they're in for.
Sadly, his hopes of recieving the respect he deserved were quickly dashed, for the vixen (or so she called herself. Really, they all looked the same to Vomst) continued her dialogue. “However, I will ask again: what do you require from us? If it’s healing or shelter, as you can see, we have none decent to spare. But, if you want violence, you came to the right place. Take your pick” That was it, he had had enough. THis was not going how he had hoped at all. He was the intellegent one here, he should be the one delivering the threats. They had been given a chance to show humbleness, and now they were going to have to be reminded of their position in society.
"Actually, darling," Vomst sneered at the vixen, "you aren't a fox, as you call it. No, I'm afraid you, and the rest of the walking lint balls, are as good as nameless. You ain't got rights, you ain't got authority, and you ain't going to be alive much longer unless you shape up your act." Placing his hands behind his back, he started to pace back and forth, glaring at each of the wretched peasents. "Now then, I'm Major Vomst, an officer of the Pig Army Second Corps. Now, I don't reckon filthy flea bags like yourselves have developed any kind of information network, so I'll fill in the blanks. We, the Empire of Pigs, have spent the better part of the last ten years defeating some of the greatest civilizations to ever grace the planet, in the name of Queen Anne the first. And when she tells us to expand our Empire, we do so, and we do it very well. And if you lot had cooperated with that when we first arrived, we wouldn't be at odds right about now. But, you bunch reckoned you could stand up to your betters, and now I'm afraid that you all are going to have to be taught a lesson in manners."
Pleased with himself after what he figured was a very impressive speech, the Major gave a sharp whistle, signalling the thirty troops hidden behind the hill to advance. Drawing his sword, Vomst pointed towards the group, sneering a challenge. "Alright, throw rugs, let's see how you fight when there isn't any place to run and hide!"
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Post by Fishrudder on Feb 24, 2008 11:52:26 GMT -5
OOC: FINALLY a reason to post....
IC: Fishrudder was used to running, not standing and fighting, though when he did he was sorely outnumbered. He glanced around at the quickly preparing guardians, most were extremely adept at fighting, and then there was him. He was horrible, well, not horrible, just inept. He took out his sling and put a stone in it, after making sure his sword was ready. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, all his nerves were on end. He really didn't know what to do, he needed someone to tell him what to do.
He felt like he could already give his life for these beasts, even after the incident they were still willing to let him stay, well he thought so anyway. He patiently awaited the upcoming conflict
Terrapa had heard the naked animals talking, he decided to go back and warn the fort. As he leaped from the last tree to the battlements he saw the 30 warriors. He knew who would win it would be fairly easily decided. He took his bow off his back and stringed an arrow and waited for someone else to attack
OOC: Sorry Terrapa isn't that good, I have to go...
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Post by Taith on Feb 24, 2008 12:35:13 GMT -5
The pig's grunt startled Taith from observing the defenses of the fort, finding the ruined places, thinking about how to rebuild them.
Climbing up the ladders to the ramparts, she rejoined the group. She could smell the familiar odor of travel on the pig, as well as a scent unique to the porcine invaders.
Resting her elbows on the thick, cool stone wall, Taith retorted at the pig. Hmm. Compoun' sentences. Didna think ye were tha' smar'. Ye've never studied 'istory, 'ave ye? If ye 'ad, ye'd know nobahdie's ever taken Mossflower from us "walkin' lin' bahlls" laddie." Fingering the hilt of the wickedly curved knife in her belt, deftly stringing her aged yew bow, and taking a mental stock of the various knives tucked about her, the midnight hued otter maid added And yer na te be th' firs'.
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Finnerator Rudderbow
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Feb 24, 2008 21:10:42 GMT -5
*The conversation was rapidly deteriorating. By the time Finnerator realized where it was going there was no way for her to stop it. The otter mentally scolded herself for not stepping forward to intervene sooner. Before she knew it, the pink creature was exchanging verbal arrows with the rest of her fellow guardians*
“Alright, I’m not wasting time askin’ what you are, pig, because I already know. Also, if you couldn’t tell from the dress, I’m a vixen. Which is, if you didn’t know, a female fox. However, I will ask again: what do you require from us? If it’s healing or shelter, as you can see, we have none decent to spare. But, if you want violence, you came to the right place. Take your pick.”
*Finnerator glanced sideways at Crystal, acknowledging her identification of the foreign animal: a pig. The sea otter could not recall ever hearing the name mentioned before. The word pig was entirely new to her. Apparently, that species had not been part of the records at Redwall Abbey or part of the curriculum at the Abbey school. Luckily, it seemed that the pig knew nothing more of the Guardians of Mossflower than they did of him. After all, knowledge is power*
*Crystal's sharp words were evidently more than the pig could handle. He immediately dropped any pretense of amiability and consciously or unconsciously stepped into a position of authority where he had none. Apparently, this pig was no mere traveller, nor a messenger or scout. He was a creature with a reasonable amount of power who was accustomed to giving orders and expecting them to be followed. This was all easily inferred by the way he held himself and strutted about in front of them and by the tone of command he took on as he replied to the less than friendly Guardians*
"Actually, darling, you aren't a fox, as you call it. No, I'm afraid you, and the rest of the walking lint balls, are as good as nameless. You ain't got rights, you ain't got authority, and you ain't going to be alive much longer unless you shape up your act."
*Now Finnerator saw and knew what everybeast else had sensed by some other means. This pig was an enemy, not to be taken lightly. His condescending speech irked Finnerator to no end and she had to suppress the urge to growl threateningly as he presumed free-thinking warriors to be no better than slaves to him. Had the otter been any less well tempered, she would have gutted him where he stood. A few moments later, she regretted that she hadn't* "Now then, I'm Major Vomst, an officer of the Pig Army Second Corps. Now, I don't reckon filthy flea bags like yourselves have developed any kind of information network, so I'll fill in the blanks. We, the Empire of Pigs, have spent the better part of the last ten years defeating some of the greatest civilizations to ever grace the planet, in the name of Queen Anne the first. And when she tells us to expand our Empire, we do so, and we do it very well. And if you lot had cooperated with that when we first arrived, we wouldn't be at odds right about now. But, you bunch reckoned you could stand up to your betters, and now I'm afraid that you all are going to have to be taught a lesson in manners."
*Finnerator didn't recognize a single one of the names which this "Major Vomst" threw at them and certainly did nothing to intimidate her. Pig Army Second Corps, Empire of Pigs, Queen Anne the First; they all meant nothing to her. His insults, threats and boasts were all the senseless noise... that is until he backed them all up by ordering thirty armed pink animals to attack*
"Alright, throw rugs, let's see how you fight when there isn't any place to run and hide!"
*This time Finnerator did growl as she drew her dirk and pointed it menacingly at the intruder* Then watch us fight and we’ll see who the throw rugs are when the Guardians of Mossflower finish off your poor excuse for an army. *The sea otter would have said a few more choice words, but the time to throw insults had passed. Now she would fight to defend her honor and her comrades’ honor. She shouted her orders so everybeast within the fort would hear her*
Guardians, rally to me and prepare to charge!
*The pigs were advancing fast and if the warriors had any chance at all of defeating the menace to Mossflower, they had to gather together and fight as a group. Individually, they were all able warriors, but together, they were a force to be reckoned with. The Guardians would show these furless menaces that Mossflower would not be part of the Empire of Pigs anytime soon*
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 24, 2008 23:16:05 GMT -5
ooc; This is gonna be crappy. Sorry for posting so soon after my last post, but since some of those insults were thrown directly at Crys, I have to do something. :3 Be prepared to be insulted back, piggy. >D And yes, do note that maybe one or two of her insults might not be in verse. xD Yeah, and it's really crappy. n.n xx.Crystal There's no room in this hell... And her words were instantly rewarded with truth, the pig's already disgusting face growing more crinkled and sicking as a look of dark rage crossed his face. With vehemency, Crystal glared back, her green optics narrowed as her fangs showed. Vomst howled back at her the same venom she'd spat at him, their combat of words increasing in complicity and intellect."Actually, darling, you aren't a fox, as you call it. No, I'm afraid you, and the rest of the walking lint balls, are as good as nameless. You ain't got rights, you ain't got authority, and you ain't going to be alive much longer unless you shape up your act." Crystal's eyes narrowed further - a near impossible feat. Her knuckles popped ominously as her paw tightened around the hilt of her massive blade. He would pay. She'd pay him in blood."Now then, I'm Major Vomst, an officer of the Pig Army Second Corps. Now, I don't reckon filthy flea bags like yourselves have developed any kind of information network, so I'll fill in the blanks. We, the Empire of Pigs, have spent the better part of the last ten years defeating some of the greatest civilizations to ever grace the planet, in the name of Queen Anne the first. And when she tells us to expand our Empire, we do so, and we do it very well. And if you lot had cooperated with that when we first arrived, we wouldn't be at odds right about now. But, you bunch reckoned you could stand up to your betters, and now I'm afraid that you all are going to have to be taught a lesson in manners." Hackles rising, Crystal ducked below his view whilst he was speaking, digging through her possessions in her bag. She pulled forth a long chain with a large lock at one end, and a bit of cloth at the other. This improvised weapon had served her well before. Looping it about her waist in a knot known only to herself, she stood up, her sword held firmly over her shoulders again, the chain swinging around her waist, and her Kama on each hip in their holsters. "Alright, throw rugs, let's see how you fight when there isn't any place to run and hide!"Crystal knew his speech was over as 30 follows rushed onto the scene, their pink faces turned up to gaze at the creatures on the battered wall. The vixen uproariously laughed, great yowls of merriment quaking her entire frame. Before she spoke, she stepped out of the way and out of view of the army to avoid being attacked for the words she'd soon throw at them. "Haha, well, you overlooked one thing, Major My-Name-Sounds-Like-I'm-Gonna-Vomit. We don;t give a damn about your queen or her ambitions. You're wasting your foul breath. We 'throw rugs' are wroth ten times as your spine-less, bald, cowardly, yellow-bellied, witless, stupid excuses for filthy, bloated, greedy, bad-smelling pink piles of crap! We 'lint balls' are far better to this plant that your stinking gangs of terrorism, malice, pestilence-bearing, murdering, worthless, pitiful excuses for maggot infested, shallow hearted, obese crow caresses! We'll show you who ain't got rights!" By now, Finnerator had already called her warning to rally the troops. Not only had she wanted to boost the moral of the Guardians, she hoped to dishearten the other troops, and distract them long enough to let the Guardians all safely get down to their Commander. She wanted to make the pig commander angry too, because she wanted a challenge. The retired pirate-ess dog-trotted her way to Finnerater."How was that?" She asked her commander in a dull whisper, her eyes gleaming darkly with blood-lust. She wanted to rip and tear into flesh and smell the blood run, and she wanted to hear screams of panic and howls of fear as her own paws wielded a cleaving path of havoc. She wanted this idiot troopers to know what it was really like to fight - aye, to fight and die and to lose those who you cared about and maybe even loved. She wanted revenge for things she didn't need to know of. She wanted revenge for all the creatures that must have been killed when the pig army invaded elsewhere. She wanted vengeance for the widows and their children whom had been left to age without a family member. She wanted them to taste the pain that they had caused and feel the weigh of the shattered hopes and dreams be their bones as they fell apart and crumbled. She wanted these pigs to die. To never rise again, and to never seen a new dawn, even if it was in cold blood, she would do her best to cleave soul from body with each stroke of the blade she now held at her right hip so it pointed up to her left shoulder. She wanted them to die for all the hurt they would cause the Guardians. Inwardly, she vowed this was their final hour.
Even if it came to be her own.There's no room in the next... .xx
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 25, 2008 4:33:40 GMT -5
Guardians, rally to me and prepare to charge!
**Those words were music to Raiden'sears... Or ear and a half as the case was with the battle-scarred mouse. There were just some days where a reunion of old friends and allies couldn't go to plan... And it seemed like today was one of them. With one sword and a shield, the mouse was formidable, but with two blades ready? There would be little that would be able to withstand a full-frontal attack by him. Normally the mouse would have charged in by now, just to be in the think of it all, but instead, he stood by Finnerator's side as he waited for the pigs to get closer.**
Who would have thought that there was a species out there that would thnk themselves superior to us, eh commander?
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Post by Fishrudder on Feb 26, 2008 8:03:44 GMT -5
**Fishrudder started rotating his sling, with a whoosh he let the stone go, and, totally missed. He repeated, breathing deeply to calm himself. He rotated the sling and let the stone fly. This time it connected with a pig's chest, making it wince. He put his sling back around his waist quickly and drew his sword, he tensed himself as the pig's charged.**
Terrapa finally drew back his bow, he found a pig that was in the front. He let the arrow fly, it took the pig through the chest, dropping in it's place. He silently nodded and pulled out another arrow, once again he took aim and released the arrow. But he misaimed though and took a pig through the ankle, pinning it to the ground.
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Post by Sandegar on Feb 26, 2008 13:13:47 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the non-IC OOC post, I'd like to clarify, will Stonewall be RPing all the pigs? EDIT:OOC:Yes, the pigs are entirely mine. Sorry for an OOC post, but I'll try to get an IC up tonight. Thanks for the explanation. In that case, Fishrudder, you'll have to modify or rewrite your post as at this point I think your moves are autohits.
I should really post IC now, but schoolwork is a priority . I'll get a post up tomorrow or Friday. Try not to kill each other too much before then .
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Post by stonewall on Feb 27, 2008 9:51:15 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the non-IC OOC post, I'd like to clarify, will Stonewall be RPing all the pigs? OOC:Yes, the pigs are entirely mine. Sorry for an OOC post, but I'll try to get an IC up tonight.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Feb 27, 2008 16:48:39 GMT -5
Two blurs sped through the forest. One a glimpse of orange-brown and bright yellow amidst the foliage, the other a shadow of a dark greenish-gray cloak so long it only revealed two sandaled feet moving so fast along the ground they seemed to float. This was their time. This was their hour. They had met only a couple of minutes ago and renewed their promise,- that today was the heroines' comeback. (Both shared an odd penchant for drama.) Today they would fight. Today was the day.
They would see who was stronger.
Sapphire had prepared long and hard for this day. After finishing her last round at the Tournament, she had arrived back at Redwall Abbey in order to meet up with her twin, Aster, again. Ever since they were mere Dibbuns, the sisters had been going at it full force. Sapphire took pride in being the elder by six seconds, and Aster was the one acknowledged as the all-around prodigy, and so a fierce competition had started. The elder had become the head healer, and the younger a warrior, at the Guardians of Mossflower.
Eventually, Aster had retired and returned to the Abbey. Pressed by her own issues and a completely different past experience from that of her sibling's, Sapphire had finally decided to leave the Abbey and the Guardians of Mossflower, despite a previous promise to her deceased family members, in order to become stronger.
She was back now. Today, she would defeat Aster. Today, she would show her twin who was stronger. Today, she would fulfill her promise to Mom and her brother. The twins had made a pact to fight this battle upon the return date and settle the conflict, and then re-join the Guardians.
Little had they realized that the Guardians of Mossflower would disintegrate while they were away. Determination. That would suffice for the first day that they returned to help the new Guardians, and with foreign forces on their way to attack the fort, the twins were obligated to help out a bit before the private staging of their own match.
A competitive tension was building up in the air, the old rivalry quickly and surely resuscitating. The darker-furred head in the treetops turned a pair of doe-brown eyes towards her sibling, grinning eagerly in mid-somersault. "Perhaps I should shout something like 'Whitefire Guardians' as we charge in? Just to see their reactions, of course, like old times! Huh?"
Though they had been identical when they were younger, the physical differences were definitely showing now. The taller, leaner form below narrowed her eyes, her cloak and the passing foliage lending a clear green tint to amber orbs. "Shut up." A languid shift in center of gravity leaned her forward, arms streaming out behind her in herring-bone formation, as the combat expert's footpaws ate up the meters in a rapid scout's lope, the foreign saber on her back vibrating and the weapons holster strapped to her left leg rustling from the speed. Aster had to increase her speed yet again to keep up.
Another silence, this time one of mutual respect, closed in again as they rushed through the woods like furry arrows, drawing ever closer to the impending fight.
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A silver cloak lay abandoned in the shrubs as the creatures streaked into the melee combat.
One powerful leap, and Aster was out, over the heads of the enemy. Locating the pressure points was easy amidst the packed crowd of pigs, and with a series of flourishing cartwheels, she came down headfirst with forepaws flying accurately at the major nerves in the necks of the swine, places where all of their fat would do them no good as long as her knuckles contacted the right spot.
A swift shadow barreled towards the fight headlong. Clad in practical black trousers and a close-fitting, dark red tunic over a long-sleeved white shirt, the paw-to-paw combat specialist took the incentive and uncoiled like a spring, hurtling into the air and directing her own body into the masses. The swift somersault was executed with no unnecessary motion as she increased her tempo, plunging directly at the first row of enemies. Combined with the momentum from her final sprint, her forward spinning double-kick had been launched. Not even a metal wall could stop her now.
OOC: Sorry about the post - it's not really up to par since I haven't RPed in so long. Hope this joining in is OK with everybody!
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