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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 19:03:41 GMT -5
"...all right... then. Do you have rope? Can you tie things up? It's bigger than you, at least."
She looked around.
"Yes, there are more than one. Two. Maybe three. Otters, maybe?"
Why would otters be following us? I've never done anything to any of 'em.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 19:19:53 GMT -5
Sylvia thought out loud "But why would otters be following us?..." Before trailing off into thought. After a short while of walking in silence, the hare started whistling a jaunty tune and bouncing along, much as if she'd forgotten that they were being followed.
After a while she ceased walking and whistling, and cocked an ear. After a short wait, somebeast started whistling an answer.
"ZUNI!!" Sylvia cried, whirling around and sprinting down the path. Without a pause she hurled herself into a bush alongside the path, that the whistling seemed to come from, and rolled back out, wrestling happily with a female 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.'.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 19:29:07 GMT -5
Sylvia just attacked... a bush?
Before this day, Britta was not a world-class boggler. Now she had easily managed a spot in the upper five of the World Boggling Championships, for sure.
The rest of the 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' troop had stepped out from behind the trees. There were only about eight-- perhaps the rest of the patrol was elsewhere. All of them, other than the one Sylvia was hugging and rolling with, were laughing hysterically.
Being laughed at by otters is not a comfortable feeling. Britta stared at the ground and snarled.
"What was the point of that, friend?" she demanded of the nearest one.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 19:38:21 GMT -5
The previously snarled at 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' grinned jovally at Britta and thrust out a paw, "Sorry if we gave you a scare, we were just making sure that you were friendly before you got to the Abbey, once you meet the Abbey creatures, you'll understand our worry."
Sylvia had, in the mean time, picked herself up, and drug the other 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' over to Britta.
"Britta, this is my old friend Zuni, she's quick jolly, wot wot!" She said, grinning. "Zuni, this is my good friend Britta, she's a nice fox; so no worries an' all that! She's letting me go with her to the Abbey, so I don't get lost! Isn't that absalutely-spiffin' of her?" She said, throwing an arm around Britta's shoulders and beaming.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 19:45:35 GMT -5
"Ab-so-lutely spiffin'." Britta grimaced and shook the first 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.''s paw and gave him a look. "You said I'd see at the Abbey. You haven't been having trouble with foxes, have you?"
A look of panic crossed her face.
Of course, it's got nothing to do with him, he's further north. He's outgrow stupid things-- hasn't he?
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 19:51:35 GMT -5
The 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' shook his head, "No, not with foxes, all I ment was that the Abbey creatures are so great, we'd hate to see anything happen to them."
I don't like the way he said that... Britta wouldn't do anything to them, would she?...
Zuni frowned at the other 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.', "Britta, this is Fenn, the only time he takes his footpaw out of his mouth is to put the other one in." She shot him a look behind the fox's back that said Mind your manners! Before smiling at the hare.
"What say you come with us? For protection against the vile vermon that roam these woods, just waiting for two lovely young creatures such as us to come along, just asking to be robbed." Sylvia said, pulling such a humorous face that the otters couldn't help but laugh.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 20:02:31 GMT -5
Britta smiled a bit more forcefully than necessary.
"Of cooourse, because we fainting flowers need so much protection. She was all for tackling you and tying the lot of you to trees." She pointed at Slyvia and grinned at the otters. "I dunno what they teach them at the badger mountain, but I hope I never tangle with any of 'em."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 20:11:33 GMT -5
At such a statement the otters roared with laughter. Zuni asked, "Never met a hare have you? 'Perilous beasts,' that's what everyone calls 'em. Sylvia here... Sylvia's a different sort of hare. She's a law unto herself that one, pro'lly could tie us all to a tree if she wanted. Aye she's strange that one... But you learn to live with the quirks."
At such a description Sylvia had to grin, before another 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' from the group pipped up and yelled, "Zuni's just trying to say 'Sylvia's a bit touched in the head!' and do it all nice-like." Hearing this the hare shrieked indigently and launched herself upon the unfortunate 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' and began rolling about with him.
"I'll teach you to say that Sylvia Bittispoon is touched in the head!" She yelled. "Offending beast! Ungrateful vermin of an 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.'! I'll touch you in the head, make no mistake!" The 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' was now pinned, but it was obvious he was down on his own accord, as he was quite burly. The vengeful hare began buffeting him lightly about the ears at each word.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 20:23:58 GMT -5
Britta snickered.
"Is there a different way you'd prefer it said, Sylvia?"
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 20:27:22 GMT -5
The hare paused, paw half raised, still sitting atop the 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.', "Come to think of it... He's right!" She said brightly, beaming down at the 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.'. "Sorry 'bout that Felron ol' chap!"
"Rouge of a hare!" Felron roared, holding up Sylvia before drapping her unserimoniously around his shoulders. He calmly looked back at the chuckling otters before asking, "So, on to the Abbey then?"
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 20:50:37 GMT -5
"Yes, before it's midnight and they mistake us for pirates come ashore." Britta whistled a few notes. "Is the abbess still named Anise? My... someone told me a few years ago that they had been this way at to the Abbey. It was under someone called that."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 20:55:13 GMT -5
Zuni nodded, "Aye, Anise. She's still the Abbess there. They have wonderful vittles, hopefully some'll be left! Let's get going." They started off at a brisk trot, with Sylvia calling, "Somebeast had better get my bag or it's half rations for the lot of you!"
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 13, 2005 21:40:35 GMT -5
((Jump to Redwall's gates!))
A few hours later, when the sun had set almost completely, the party stood in front of the Redwall gates. In the dark, with the half-moon rising behind them, the famous red stone of the ancient abbey looked dark purple. The moonlight glinted off the windows in the gatehouse beside the gate.
"They left the gate open?" Britta whispered incredulously as they stood before it. "Aren't they afraid of-- of somebeast coming in?"
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Post by Skiv on Jun 13, 2005 21:46:58 GMT -5
Sylvia shrugged, mildly frightened, "Maybe they're expecting the otters or something...?"
The party stepped through the gates and made their way toward the doors, with Zuni reasuring them.
"Don't worry mates! They thought we might be comin' tonight so they left 'em open!" She banged a paw on the door. "Somebeast should answer soon." She said, as they heard the shuffle of paws inside the door.
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Post by Lecky on Jun 14, 2005 1:21:46 GMT -5
AN // My character's still out on the path //
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The Black Fox was a wicked sight to any but a hardened traveler. With his dark tunic and breeches, the only thing that separated the black of his fur from the black of his shirt was the oddly visible white trim that ran along the edges. His cloak had the same ghostly effect with the bright white edging all along the outside. His boots were soft leather, made for stealth and agility, and the hood of the cloak was weighted to fall exactly to the position where he could see, but shadows were cast on his face. The fox wore no heavy jewelry, an indication of a corsair, apart for the diamond studs that ran all down the edge of his long ears. However, the lithe, vicious body was, at the moment, draped over a tree branch, snoring. The jewels made a slight jingle as their carrier moved his head into a more comfortable position on the tree branch. He had learned how to sleep in trees from his grandfather, and the skill had saved his life numerous times. A ray of moonlight strayed onto his face and danced around his eye. He heard a twig snap. He hated it when people who could not move quietly tried to do so.
Why would someone sneak up on him? Most creatures don’t attack foxes with weapons and his rather large flail was in plain view, hanging on the branch next to him. He already had the advantage over the creatures on the ground. He was in a tree, they had lost the element of surprise, and he was a warrior. Unless of course, there were more than one.
“Gooday friend. An’ how are ye this fine evening?”
Were they stupid, or were there just plenty of them?
“Me an’ ma friends was hopein’ that you’d have a few vittles to spare for a hungry crew.”
There must be plenty of ‘em alright. He opened one eye. “I’m afraid I’ve only got enough for myself. I don’t mind you askin’ though. You may be on your way.”
For a moment the Stoat looked confused, but then he pulled out a long curved dagger and licked his lips. “Lissen’ Fox, I don’t care if ya don’t have much. I’m gonna take whacha do have. Three rats jumped out of the bushes, all carrying large clubs. The fox grabbed for his flail but at that moment an arrow knocked it from the branch. Great, they must have an archer. He lost his balance and fell from the tree. He was on the second branch from the bottom, but he managed to right himself before he hit the ground. He stood up quickly but a rather large Ferret stepped out from behind a tree and aimed an arrow at his heard. He sighed and held out his hands to show he was unarmed. “This won’t end well.”
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!
