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Post by Lecky on Jun 14, 2005 1:55:08 GMT -5
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot ya.”
He couldn’t believe he had been outwitted by a Stoat.
“Thought you were smart, didnch fox?” The Stoat sneered at him. “Well, ya’ve been...” The Stoat’s face changed from a look of smugness to pure greed as his eyes fell on the diamond earrings. “Hell’s teeth! If his ears aint worth mor’n his whole body!”
The Fox gritted his teeth.
One of the Rats smiled malevolently. “Then, lets just have his ears.” The Stoat’s expression changed once again. He licked his dagger. “That might not be a bad idea.” He walked over and grabbed the fox by the arm.
The Fox moved quickly. He grabbed the Stoat’s wrist and jerked his arm upwards. The crack was audible as the terrified creature’s shoulder splintered. The Stoat screamed and slashed wildly at his face. He ducked swiftly but it wasn’t fast enough. The dagger sliced through his ear. The three rats turned and ran for their lives. The ferret, unsure of what to do, let an arrow fly. The fox jerked again, and with a burst of adrenaline, threw the Stoat into the path of the approaching arrow. The Ferret turned and ran after the rats. The Stoat gurgled for a few seconds and then rolled over and died.
The fox was breathing heavily. The part of his black ear that had been cut off was lying on the ground. His hands went to his ear. It had two studs remaining in it. The rest had been severed. The blood ran over his hands and down his arms. He fell to his knees. His eyes began to glisten, and through the tears, he noticed his flail lying to his left. He reached down and grabbed its hilt. He whipped around and flung it at the tree. He screamed at it,"My name is Srel Duskmoon, and that will Never happen again.."
AN (It's 2:00 and I'm tired. Hope I didn't make it too long.)
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 14, 2005 9:50:10 GMT -5
((Whoot, Lax begins! Nice first post for it being so late. I'm a lot less coherent at that time of night. *eyes dart* *grumbles and goes back to working on school things*))
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Post by Skiv on Jun 14, 2005 13:08:44 GMT -5
((Very nice indeed Lax-y boy. I like being a hare, but even TRYING for the accent is getting irksome, I'm thinking of changing to a squirrel, seeing as nothing has happened when I HAD to be a hare. *grumbles about wanting to be a fox, but not being able to now*))
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 14, 2005 15:47:24 GMT -5
The door to the gatehouse was drawn back, and light from a vegetable-oil candle fell on the party outside. A fat hedgehog blinked in the light as he surveyed the group outside.
"Spike me if it ain't the otters. Caught ferocious beasts out wandering, 'ave you, Felron?" The hedgehog winked at Britta and Sylvia. A little harvest mouse peeped over the hedgehog's shoulder, blinking sleepily.
"'Oois't, Mis'ser Spinney?" the little mousemaid demanded, dodging past him to stare down at them from the steps, trailing a blue blanket. "'Oo's the funny lookin' rabbit?"
Britta bowed her head in the dark. Sylvia looked half-asleep-- at least, less awake than she had been, which meant that at she had stopped her slight buzzing-- but she had heard that most hares took great offence at being called rabbits.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 14, 2005 15:55:37 GMT -5
Sylvia perked up a bit and stared down her nose at the little mouse, "Rabbit indeed. I'm a blinkin' hare thank-you-v'ry-much!" She kneeled down and put her nose against the mouses nose, "Now what's your name youngling?"
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Post by Lecky on Jun 14, 2005 16:48:14 GMT -5
AN // I think you could be a fox if you like. Just go back and knock some of your posts so that It works. Fine with me if its fine with Teo..//
// Something else, this happened to my character a little while back. Now I’m gonna jump to where you guys are Time wise (Around 17 days)..//
// The way I thought that Redwall was set up, If the gates were open, you would go inside the ramparts and you would be next to the pond and the orchard. The gatehouse would be next to the ramparts immediately beside you when you entered through the southern gate. So, even though it doesn’t make a lot of sense, I’m going to RP that you’re at the gatehouse.//
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Why would someone leave the gates to Redwall open? They might be expecting someone but wouldn’t they have closed them if they had already come? He heard voices inside so he crept up beside the wall to the gates. He poked his head through the gates and looked around quickly. There were several tall figures, probably otters, and, closer in lit by an oil lamp, he could make out a small mouse, and a hedgehog. There were also two crouched figures that he couldn’t make out. He jerked his head back outside. He began to breathe faster. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. The Great Redwall was wide open to him, begging to be looted.
But should he?
Was it worth it to steal from the peace-loving creatures that inhabited the Abby? He absently scratched the ugly scar on his left ear. Part of it was missing, but two diamond studs still remained on the bottom half. He stood up.
“I’ve made up my mind.”
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 14, 2005 20:38:26 GMT -5
"T'is Chicory Taubenseel, rabbit." The little mouse crossed her arms, getting the blanket tangled in the process. She looked dubiously at the hedgehog and then back at Sylvia. "Y'don talk like a hare. She don' talk like Mis'sr Sedge does."
"Aye, but that Gideon Sedge is a breed 'imself."
Britta looked over her shoulder. Beyond the pool of lamplight, the night was dark as ink, but something seemed to be moving.
She raised her shoulders. It was probably just paranoia from the earlier attack by 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.'.
"Shouldn't someone... shut the gates?" she asked as she leaned down and whispered to Sylvia.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 14, 2005 20:41:18 GMT -5
Sylvia looked severely down at the young mouse, "I 'don' talk like a hare,' because I wasn't RAISED around hares wot wot! I still do have a bit of the ol' chatter in me, but mostly you pick it up from being around them when your young. I knew a little mouse once that grew up around hares, talked just like one she did." Sylvia tweaked the mouse's nose before turning and saying to Britta, "I dunno how these Abbey creatures run the place, ask one'a them!" She gestured at the masses.
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Post by Lecky on Jun 14, 2005 20:56:32 GMT -5
Srel ducked down. Now was his chance. He silently padded through the gates and moved fluidly behind the backs of the otters. One of the crouched figures turned to look over its shoulder. His cloak shaded him in with the shadows but part of his face was exposed. He stopped and held his breath. He moved his eyes to the face. His eyes widened.
It was a fox. The most beautiful vixen he had ever seen. Her face was partially covered by shadow, but as he watched, he could see the flickering light play across her features to make her coat shine.
She turned her head back to the small crowd. She hadn’t seen him. “Shouldn't someone...shut the gates?”
His head was spinning. He ran noiselessly over to the sandstone wall and knelt down to wait.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 14, 2005 20:58:36 GMT -5
((That's bloody hilarious Ecky))
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 14, 2005 21:15:36 GMT -5
((It's fowking hiiiiiiilarious. Ooops-- is that a bad word? Fecking, then.
Silly, funniest thing I've heard all day.))
Britta's mouth hung open. She was sure she had seen something move in the shadows, something that might have been one of the otters...
She swallowed.
"Mister... Spinney, is it? I think it would be a very good idea to close the gates. Now."
She tried to say it lightly, but a few heads turned towards her.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 14, 2005 21:23:01 GMT -5
Sylvia glanced at Britta, "Aye, let's close the gates and get inside and get some vittles!" Such a preposal was met by harty cheers from the otters, and the hedgehog closing the gate. The party headed across the grounds and towards the Abbey's door.
((jumping ahead a bit, because I don't know how that place is set up))
They all made their way into a large room at which the hedgehod gestered around grandly and said, "The Great Hall! We c'n eat'n 'ere. Chicory, go to the kitchens an' see eef you c'n scrape up some vittles for the beasts!"
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Post by Lecky on Jun 14, 2005 21:35:27 GMT -5
AN // Glad to see you guys liked it. //
// You jumped so I’ll make stuff up //
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Srel cursed softly as he heard the bolt on the door slide into place. That ruined his plan. He considered how he might get past the Abbey gate. Nothing immediate came to mind so he decided to walk around the building and look for some way inside.
He stood up slowly. He listened as the voices receded down into the big, sandstone building. He began to walk slowly around the building. He began to look for places he could climb onto the roof, but all he could think about was the vixen.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 14, 2005 21:47:25 GMT -5
Grumbling, the little mouse trailed her blanket to another door. Her high voice was audible from the Great Hall.
"Ge'up, Mis'sr Sedge, Mis'sr Spinney says we got company."
"Oooow, you little blaggardess! Vicious little gel, kickin' 'n' wakin' me up just when I was havin' me a doze!"
"Comp'ny, Mis'sr Sedge!"
"Wot's that, you savage? Oh, jolly good, I say-- just a tick!"
A piebald hare with watery eyes and a dusty apron stuck his head out the kitchen door and counted heads, nodding after each.
Both disappeared again, and everyone clumsily scrapped back benches.
"That little Dibbun should be a-bed." The hedgehog shook his head and then followed Britta's gaze up to the colored glass windows. "Seein' somethin', miss?"
The fox shook her head.
"No, nothing, I'm sure!" She clutched her bag in her lap and stared down at the scrubbed tabletop.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 14, 2005 21:56:04 GMT -5
Sylvia looked around tiredly, "Did an'one get meh bag?" An 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' handed her the leather satchel, and she began digging through it almost before he let go. Holding up a large bottle with a triumphant cry she set the bag beside her footpaws. Taking a drink from the bottle, she shook her head briskly.
"There, that feels much better! Britta, would you like some? Looks like you could use a bit..." Sylvia looked at the fox with a bit of worry.
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!