Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
Posts: 696
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 6, 2009 14:22:02 GMT -5
The wind of change blew against his back, ruffling his old fur. The hare lifted his head into the air and strutted with a confidence, an expectancy, that the Fort would be restored to its former glory. Woodland creatures, good vermin, hares, badgers, and the like acted as Guardians through Mossflower for seasons beyond seasons, and Rinafera Woxwitty III had proudly acted as one. His fur now a wintry, soft gray, and his whiskers now long, white, and unshaven, the hare played a new role. As the new War Commander of the Guardians of Mossflower, he stepped on to the parapet and peered over the battlements. His sight now cloudy due to old age, the classical monocle was replaced by a pair of spectacles that hugged tightly to his nose. The strength of his youth now vanished, his body no longer filled out the old tunic. He was humbled to resorting to a new, light brown tunic that was smaller and fit his sinew, or lack thereof.
However, he was still tall, somewhat handsome, and fit; for an old hare, the athleticism of youth did not leave him. He could shift, turn, sprint (not as fast, but he could still sprint), and use a blade just as well as he could in the old days. Experience granted him an intelligence in battle strategy and an exceptional talent with both a saber and a dagger. Rinafera squinted as the snow continued to fall through Mossflower and the freezing breeze blew tickled his fur. Soon, spring would return, and the grass would be green and the path will be gravel. He nodded gravely and strolled down the steps from the parapet to the ground. With the return of the Guardians, they could get to work again, and once more be a prominent force to be reckoned with through the woodlands. And now, as he had been there for over fifteen seasons, and in the art of battle for over forty, he would be leading the Guardians. Yes, Rinafera Woxwitty III was simply ignoring the fact that he was fifty-three seasons-old.
"Guardians! Return once more!" He beckoned, simply waiting, just waiting, for someone to emerge from the snowy tree line.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 6, 2009 16:13:33 GMT -5
**The wind whipped through the trees as it always, did, making it even more intimidating for Song to even...look at them. Trees were not to be trusted, they were big and scary, with branches that could brake beneath you if you scampered through them, and creatures that lived in them that could hurt a friend. The pretty healer shivered, and looked away from the menacing trees on either side of her. The ground was much better to look at anyway, it was snowy and white, and friendly. A gust of wind suddenly threatened to tear the cloak from her fragile shoulders. The pretty healer held her medicine pack closer, as if it could warm her, and protect her from the cold air and big world.
Was that....A light? did she see a light? The parapet! was thee a shape there? Was it friendly? It had to be if it was on the parapet, That was the lookout point! The guardian's would never let an enemy gt that far into the fort! And yet the young squirrel maiden wondered if it was friendly.
Trudging on through the snow, she emerged from the tunnel, her purple dress providing little warmth as she entered the open space between the trees and the tower.**
Hello up there? Who are you?
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 6, 2009 17:15:17 GMT -5
**Tass walked through the woods , he pulled the cloak he was wearing tighter over his body when he heard A shout**we are here who are you?**he shouted back , then he came in sight of the fort and saw the hare on the parapet**who are you?
ooc:rina , I thought you were killed by the pigs!
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 6, 2009 22:16:27 GMT -5
The grand fortress was long fallen into disrepair, the boards having lost nails, the floors perilous to step upon in some rooms, and the entire place had a cold, eerie feeling. Cobwebs clung to walls; only the front rooms had been kept in repair. A bucket of nails sat on a table right inside the main doors, and tools were scattered about. Deep down in the cellar was two lone figures, a vixen and dog-fox, both asleep on piles of blankets. The vixen's paws were bloody, her oddly colored fur of purest white stained by it. Her thin, badly feed frame was wrapped in a sandy beige shirt that clung to her skin, feminine curves and yet feral edges stuck out in a harsh beauty. Her leggings where simple canvas shorts, originally white but stained with muck. Over a chair beside her own 'bed' was a dress of pale lavender, and on the seat of it was a bag. At the base was a pair of thick black boots.
The other fox slept in a calmness characteristic of the overly confident. He was simply clad in shorts, black ones, despite the bitter cold of the cellar. His shirt was folded over his own bag on his own chair, a simple green tunic. His health didn't seem much better than his female counterpart. His eyes were starting to sink like hers, and began to see ow she had gained her harsh lines. His babyish face was beginning to thin, but he didn't know it; his hunger pains had stopped eventually, and he now understood how well she could give away her rations. He understood that she was not the gracious caring maiden he had known. No, she was that way because she saw no reason not to. She wouldn't eat the food, so she might as well give it away.
Something stirred the female, and she arose, looking at her paws. Deep cuts on the callused pads still stung. She scowled as she began to lick them, standing roughly and striding to her things. She ignored her dress, simply putting on the boots. She picked up the dress, just to take a thick black belt matching her boots from under it. The actual notches didn't fit, she pulled it to one cut herself and secured it, moving the scabbard of her large blade away from her legs. She kicked at the feet over the other fox.
"Riki, come on, get up. We have to finish this..."
With that, she just strode upstairs as he snatched up his knives from beside his sleeping pace, placed them in his pockets, and jumped into his boots. Neither of them bothered dressing properly. The goal was to go outside and wake themselves in the cool morning air. It was warm for a winter day, and they were already both sick. The pair were silent but raged breathing as they strode outside, the vixen still licking her paws. as they went outside, she dropped her paw from her face, a gasp escaping from her. At first, the other thought it was just from the cold, but when it failed to disappear, he questioned her as he stretched.
"Crystal, what do you see?" He rubbed at his red-golden fur, fluffing his white belly fur. "What's wrong?"
"Look!" She cried, pointing to the ramparts. A hare stood upon them, ancient seeming and angelic. "It's Rinafera!"
"By the blood of the devil," Rikian cursed, a harsh edge to his voice, "I thought he was killed!" Instantly, he knew he had spoken badly.
"I'm glad he's not dead. One less bit of blood on my paws. I wasn't able to get to him on time. I bet his son hates me. All I cared about was hurting and killing," she moaned the words, sorrow heavy in her voice, "God, Rikian, I hate being how I am. I came back to fix this place."
Suddenly, she began to sprint away, eyes steaming bright tears. Rikian, who was still not perfectly used to his friend's diet, or, well, lack their of, could not run as fast. he vixen leaped up stairs two at a time to get to the hare she had imagined she'd helped slay, wanting to feel his warmth and know he was not just a cruel image caused by sickness. Gasping for breath, as she neared him she did not slow. She simply threw herself down, head bowed. Tears dulled her eyes as her tiny frame shook.
"Rinafera, sir. You are safe. Thank the stars, sir, you are safe..." Her companion had finally caught up by now, and clutched her shoulder, nodding his head simply. He was aware of the cold bitting through his fur.
ooc; Sorry for bad RPing. ;P
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 7, 2009 8:21:40 GMT -5
**tass and nathan were already inside the fort and sprinting to rinafera , they rounded A corner and saw A dogfox and A vixen. the vixen's coat was blood-stained , tass recoiled and put his hand on the hilt of the claymore strapped to his back , nathan grasped the axe he held even harder. tass finally stepped forward and said**who are you and what is your buisness here?**then he saw the hare right next to them.**Who are you , hare?
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 7, 2009 17:55:39 GMT -5
"Imposter?" The vixen's tears had suddenly halted. Her fur stuck up at odd angles, hackles rising. He ears were flat now, a feral snarl mounted on her thin lips. "So I'm a fake..." The male fox released her shoulder, fear bright in his downcast ocean-blue eyes. The female's, cruel emerald flames now lit with rage.
"Crys," Rikian hissed, looking at the ground, barely able to stop himself from quaking with fear. "Talk this out, please!" Nethier of them had seen much other contact for months. They had silently worked on restoring the old fortress, but could barely keep sections fized before they fewll again to disrepair. They had been down in the cellar for the past month in the dark, the vixen to sick to do much else but pace the floor and try to fight the sickness off.
However, dark anger was to much to handle. The vixen's long headfur swished over her eyes as she turned to the pair of creatures she did not recognize. She stood level with them, and even with her fur puffed, not very intimidating. Except for the pure mass of emotion rolling off of her. She bled anger, her sheilded eyes with brows furrowed starring daggers. One bloodstained paw clutched the handle of her sword, a massive battleblade that nearly touched the ground from where it was placed at an angle at her hip. The other paw was placed over her heart, and she could feel her pulse racing beneath it.
"I am Crystal Rosepaw, must you know. And if I am a fake then you are a fool."
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 7, 2009 18:04:14 GMT -5
**nathan drops his axe and pulls out something even more menacing , his war-hammer**what is your name and what are you doing here!**nathan snarled and tass drew his claymore and held itin both hands**
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 7, 2009 21:08:13 GMT -5
ooc; Uhm, Tass, what genders are your characters and what race are they? ;P You haven't said, and I shouldn't have to go look it up. And finally putting my coding in. ;P xx. Crystal xx. Rikian Love is the of the rose on your coffin door, The vixen glared at him, no fear in her eyes, just resent. She would not draw her blade and shed the fool's blood here, no, not unless he attacked her first. Crystal Held his gaze steadily, no cowardly fears held within her. Only the feral hunger that had nothing to do with her stomach. The hunger for bloodshed that she had forced herself upon. But she was strong enough, even now, weakened, to not harm him. The way he let anger move him to that extreme without her threatening him was horrible for her. She only reacted in anger when he'd cut up her pride, and not in violence which he seemed ready to do. "Fool, I have spoken my name. Crystal McFox Vallian Rosepaw is my name, be it pleasing to you or not. I am no knight nor angel, nor demon or master of cruelty will you call me," the vixen spat the words, lifting the paw on her heart to her lips, running her tongue over it once, then biting the hardened flesh on her paw pad. Rikian cast a severe eye, and took his knives from his pockets, his chest fur ruffling in the breeze. He took up a defense stance behind Crystal, holding one blade, the longer, over his chest defensively, holding the other by his left ribcage. "Trice spoken and done. My name is Crystal, and I am a guardian here, and have been since my childhood," she snarled, and drew her blade sharply. However, instead of attacking the foolish creature that had dared defy her, she crouched and placed the sword at her feet. "And unless you want to attack an unarmed maid, release your weapon. I have offered you no violence. I hope Rinafera takes your insolence out of your hide." The vixen held up her paws, blood flowing freshly. "The blood you see is my own, foolish beast, and it was placed there when I fell last night. I tried to catch myself and ended up scraping my paws on the floor. I planned on cleaning them up today, when I could see what I was doing in the light of day." She turned to the hare, bowing her head respectfully, her eyes gleaming with a silent plea. It easily formed the words 'punish them.' "Rinafera, old friend, I see you are well. And thus, you have more authority over me here." As the vixen spoke, Rikian glared at the creatures that had dared threatened them, putting his blades away. He spoke as well, "I am Captain Rikian Zarooah. And I suggest you keep a civil tongue in your head, and watch your voice around her," he gestured to Crystal, "because she will not let your stupid comments go twice." He stooped and picked up the blade with a bit of effort. He wasn't used to lifting a large blade, since he only used his knives, his other weapons were for show. He handed it to the vixen, whom looked along it's length and then replaced it in the scabbard without any sign of effort. She was quite sure that she could have taken them, even being sickly. What's life like bleeding on the floor? .xx .xx
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 8, 2009 11:27:08 GMT -5
ooc:tass is A male squirrel and nathan is A male badger.
**tass sheathed his claymore and nathan let his war-hammer drop to his side**oh , sorry I did not know you were guardians , I was hostile because I was only doing my job , in the past month I have been guarding this fort , there have been some un-welcome visitors. just last week nathan and I evicted A gang of rats from the attics , so how was I supposed to know you were guardians , with that blood-stained coat you look the part of A vermin. but that is in the past now**he looked at the hare closer and saw that he was elderly. he remembered how to talk to people who were older than him.**"hello sir"
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 8, 2009 12:01:13 GMT -5
ooc; I'm not going to reply to that. She wasn't facing your character, and would have had their back to them. It's Powerplaying/God-modding to say they saw it. I don't know how to reply to that anyhow, with them not even really doing much. There was more speech than action, so. If you change them somehow seeing her facial expression with her back turned to them, then I might be able to work out a way to reply.
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 8, 2009 16:08:19 GMT -5
ooc:you have to be more specific in your posts about what direction you are facing and that kind of thing , but I will change my post anyway.
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
Posts: 696
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 8, 2009 20:03:00 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, guys, I'm going to stop you right there.
Tass - Your character doesn't KNOW Rinafera. Tass wouldn't know that Rina' is even the leader of the Fort; I have NEVER RPed with you, and therefore, our characters are complete strangers. Also, Crystal is one of Rina's old friends, but I'll deal with that IC. PLEASE, PLEASE use proper grammar, capitalization, punctuation, etc. Read your posts and our posts and ask yourself what the difference is. There's a reason.
I'll post IC later.
... Okay, I'll post now. But it'll be short.
BIC:
*Rinafera shook his head in despair. This is what showed up? Finally, a familiar face broke the horizion and his heart soared. It was Crystal! The hare smiled inwardly and nodded to her. However, before he could do anything, all hell broke loose. This mysterious, supposed Guardian, a squirrel, and his friend, a badger, were brandishing weapons and intending to harm the vixen. The War Commander rolled his eyes and yelled.* Squirrel! Badger! Stop where you are.
Your insolence, impatience, and downright stupidity has downright, flippin' flabbergasted me! How do you even know my name? If you truly are a Guardian, then you would know Ms. Rosepaw and Captain Zarooah here. I am thoroughly sicked by your conduct. I am tempted to simply heave you out of the Guardians for good! What have you to say for yourself, ruffians? And for goodness sake, start with your name! Bah, imposters? If anybeast here is an imposter, squirrel, I daresay that it is you.
Oh, and welcome back, Ms. Rosepaw. Or should I say, Lieutenant Rosepaw. Nice to see you as well, Captain Zarooah.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 8, 2009 21:50:10 GMT -5
The pair of foxes stood simply, the oddly colored one standing quit a bit smaller than the other. Each was 25, supposedly the prime of their lives. However, each appeared hollow and as if they had seen too much of their lives. By a pawful of weeks, Rikian was older. But now it looked as though both were ancient, frames to small, both standing close, the vixen trying hard not to shiver and the dog-fox not doing anything to stop himself from it.
They moved back and stood silently as Rinafera lashed the newcomers with his harsh words. They knew just how bad he could get, and knew to stay out of the path of his rage. Rikian glared fiercely at the ground, ocean orbs gleaming with fury. Crystal, however, simply stood, suddenly apathetic and blank. She listened, void of interest. She smiled slightly at being called 'Ms Rosepaw', but ignored it. Dear Rina had always been very formal. Rikian smiled openly at the old hare saying his actual title.
As the elderly hare addressed them, each, in turn, respectfully inclined their head. At being called 'Lieutenant Rosepaw', the vixen sputtered. Since when had she...? The dog simply smiled and nodded, saying, "I was begged to come and lend aid with the fortress. Crystal felt so strongly about it that it seemed cruel to refuse her. We have not been very good at it, as you can see, but we have tried."
Crystal was silent, and instantly reposed. How in the world...? She had never been called thus before. She spoke up, picking her words carefully. "Rinafera, sir, I think you have misspoken and given these newcomers the wrong impression. I am in no postion of leadership, sir." The vixen, confused, silenced herself but going back to licking at her paws, untangling her fer there with her fangs.
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Post by aeroflyte on Feb 9, 2009 18:53:29 GMT -5
OOC: Yay! Crys is back! Although you probably don't remember me... I had just joined... and was pretty annoying...
BIC: Teylan had been heading towards the old fort anyways, but now, on afterthought, he couldn't remember why. Although the cold didn't help one's memory much... He shivered as he trudged through the snow, and thought longingly of a warm fire. He sighed. There would be time for that later, but he just needed to keep moving.
His ears swiveled slightly (or, as much as an otter's could) and he straightened as he heard the far away shout of somebeast. It sounded to be near the fort, so he wasn't far off now. Teylan broke into a quick-paced shuffle, eager to be at his destination. After several minutes of breaking through the underbrush and snow, he stumbled upon a clearing over which a strongly built, aging fortress loomed. His face broke into a rough grin as he clambered past the front gate and into the courtyard. Inside were a vixen (who he thought he recognized) and a dog-fox, along with a grizzled old hare and a squirrel and badger. He stopped, noting the tension in the air. The vixen was staring at the squirrel and badger with daggers in her eyes, and the hare was shouting himself hoarse over something... Teylan frowned slightly, and took a tentative step into the courtyard. "This isn't a good time, then?"
OOC: Wow. Compared to some of yours, this is really short, but...
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Post by Scratchfur on Feb 9, 2009 19:08:13 GMT -5
*Trudging through the wintery woods, the sea rat Scratchfur was obviously not in his prime element. He kept muttering to himself about the fates giving him exactly the opposite of what he actually wanted: an open horizon that was bordered on all sides by an ocean. That, he sighed to himself, was what he had longed for all this time.
All this time...what a strange term. It hadn't seemed like such a long time since the rat had left Mossflower, and the Guardians, behind while on a quest. The quest seemed to have taken a long time...much longer than he had ever expected it to. And, through his mishaps and travels, he had never quite expected to end up heading back to the Guardians after such a long time of absence. Would they still remember him? Or would age and time have erased his name from the list of those chosen. It was this thought that pervaded his mind, at least until a branch covered with snow above him decided to release its white, cold resident all over his head. Struggling to clear off the snow, Scratchfur blindly fell into a few branches, and just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, the treeline ended and he found himself looking straight at the remnant of Guardians.
Clearing his throat uneasily as if looking at ghosts of the past, the sea rat took a few steps closer to the group and, facing the older hare, presented himself in as much honor as possible.*
Scratchfur Blackleg reportin' fer duty, sir. 'Tis been a while, bu' I foun' me way back 'ere as fas' as possible.
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