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Post by kilisa09 on Oct 9, 2005 21:48:14 GMT -5
((Ok, I sort of doubt any one here's ever heard of Redwall, but if you have, and would like to roleplay, COME!))
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Post by Tanon on Oct 10, 2005 12:38:10 GMT -5
(Yah! Redwall! *Awaits*)
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Post by gecko on Nov 2, 2005 23:13:33 GMT -5
ooc~ xD This sounds really interesting... I've tried Redwall a few times. ^^ I'll gladly join if one's started up.
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 6, 2005 0:08:07 GMT -5
A few drops of blood splashed on the leaves below a grey cat, who sat in an oak, try to patch up a slash in her side. On her back were strapped several javelins and a huge bow. Two belts criss-crossed her chest and shoulders, holding mostly small blades. She wore a grey tunic, cloak, and sash, and a quiver hung by her side, though it was empty. A red brand was on her left shoulder, a red semi-circle with a round dot inside it. It meant that she was part of a horde of evil creatures, led by Brightpaw, a very evil fox. Any goodbeast in their right minds who saw that mark would usually either attack that creature bearing it, or flee in the opposite direction, depending on the creature.
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Post by gecko on Nov 6, 2005 13:03:20 GMT -5
Sleek canine form was shrouded in a dark cloak, her apparel partially visible through the open front. Odd enough by itself, it didn't appear to be of Abbey or even Mossflower origin: a pale, long-sleeved undershirt, covered by a sable vest with corset. Dusky slacks complimented the former. A violet scarf was wound loosely about her neck, though carefully arranged. A satchel, filled to bursting, draped from her shoulder. Her waist-length chestnut tresses, carefully brushed and tied in a loose bun to keep it out of her way, added years to the youth's appearance. Her pelt, a soft mocha-- accented by the cream hue that licked up her face and underside. The same shade tipped her paws and the tip of her thick plume; auds were black-tipped in the typical fox fashion.
The vixen didn't move particularly swiftly through the foliage, nor in any way deftly. Her progression was rather sluggish and painstaking. Every few carefully placed steps she would wince, as if the rugged terrain was hard on her tender, pampered paws. She wasn't used to roughing it, in the least. She paused a moment, drawing a sleeve across her forehead as she entered a small clearing, orchid-flecked slate gaze flickering across the space. The numbing realization that she couldn't identify her surroundings settled, and she exhaled slowly, as if in exasperation. She hoped that scaly menace hadn't misled her for nothing more than a handful of berries. Wasn't the sandstone abbey to be here? [/color]
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 6, 2005 23:08:40 GMT -5
The cat sighed quietly. She tied the bandage up quickly, then leaned back against the trunk. Her tail swished slowly, and her footpaw hung off the branch. She closed her eyes halfway, and began to doze.
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Post by gecko on Nov 7, 2005 7:29:11 GMT -5
ooc~ ^^;; Ish she close to the Abbey, Kil?
The cat, I mean. xD
Har. Lyk, new font color. <3
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 7, 2005 22:01:48 GMT -5
((Oh, yeah. The setting might help a bit. Just a little bit, eh? *winkwink* Yeah, um, she's near the path, sort of, and the Abbey's about fifteen minutes away from the cat.))
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Post by gecko on Nov 11, 2005 21:56:47 GMT -5
ooc~ Ahh. ^^ All right...
bic~ A growl of exasperation was stifled, the femme emitting no more than a sigh as she shook her head and picked along on her way. She shifted her satchel to her opposite shoulder and stole another glance about the wood. Auds sank to her skull as recognition again escaped her. She murmured something harshly in a foreign tongue and continued on. Abruptly she halted, drawing in her breath as her paw met damp ground. Assuming she'd trod upon dew or perhaps a spring, the vixen did little more than recoil and mutter more fiercely.
But when she peered down at the leaf-strewn ground, she paused. The femme bent to examine a particular patch. It appeared to be.. yes, it looked to be blood. She glanced stiffly about her, as if to assure herself that the causing skirmish wasn't still in process, then turned to study the surrounding area for an idea of what had happened. It was odd; the trail of blood, sparse as it was, drew to a concentrated spot. It did not continue.. She blinked, straightening and peering about. Expressive auds took a wilting angle in a moment of brief puzzlement, then her gaze lifted to the tree above.
Merde..
She took a cautious step backward, watching the cat. Tongue darted out to graze the thin maw almost nervously as she contemplated her options. She didn't care to wake the feline in case she had malevolent intentions, but it seemed an impossible feat to go back the way she came without doing so-- every twig and leaf now begged to be snapped or crunched. The vixen eased herself against the tree trunk. Ahh, what to do..
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 13, 2005 18:31:24 GMT -5
The cat jerked awake, as if she had just awoken from a bad dream. She shook her head, then looked around quickly. She spotted the vixen, and froze, except for her tail, which twitched slightly. Her paw slowly reached for a javelin, but didn't draw it. Instead, it reached up to cover the mark on her shoulder, as if that was habitual. She looked behind the vixen, then back to her.
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Post by gecko on Nov 13, 2005 22:36:41 GMT -5
She jumped, as well, in response to the sudden movement. Taking an involuntary step backward as the cat reached for a javelin, the vixen fervently wished she'd brought arms of some sort from the last village. A sable-tipped ear flicked once, pricking upright in newfound alertness. But the other made no move to use the nasty-looking weapon, so she paused to contemplate this a moment. Right. So, she could turn tail and make a mad scramble for her life, but the feline's characteristic reflexes and agility stacked the odds immensely against her. She could attempt to ward off or defend herself from any attack, but considering her lack of weaponry, it seemed quite difficult. She could drop all sense of rhyme and rhythm in favor of begging for her life, as the cat had a vermin-ish appeal.
On a sudden spur she decided to act as a normal being might. Perhaps she could sweet-talk her way out of this. A thin, appeasing smile curved the vixen's slender maw, as if on impulse. Slowly and routinely she slung the satchel from her shoulder and arranged it on the ground beside her in a pacifist display-- namely, to let the feline know she intended no harm. Faintly trembling paws clasped before her, smile aimed upward at the tree-dwelling creature. She spoke, soft, feminine voice lined with velvet and richly accented.
Bonjour.. Terribly sorry to disturb you, madame, but I seem to have lost my way. I am but a weary traveler... Do you know the path to the sandstone Abbey, Redwall?
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 15, 2005 15:55:10 GMT -5
The cat nodded a couple times, then arranged her cloak as to cover her left shoulder, then dropped her paw down by her side. Her tail swished slowly, and she watched the vixen through half-closed eyes.
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Post by gecko on Nov 17, 2005 17:17:08 GMT -5
The fennec femme's expression wavered briefly before setting back on the counterfeit smile, an aud giving an irked twitch. Bending cautiously to retrieve her satchel, she drapes it back over her shoulder. She tries again, voice somewhat forced.
Would you be so kind as to point out the direction, madame? I would be ever grateful.
ooc~ Ahh.. ;-; Can't think.
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 17, 2005 23:55:24 GMT -5
The cat nodded agin, then jumped down from the tree. As she landed on the ground, a slight grimace came over her face, though it passed quickly, and she held her side for a breif moment. She looked at the fox carefully, then jabbed a paw over her left shoulder. Her tail swished slowly from side to side.
((Writer's block is evil!)
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Post by gecko on Nov 23, 2005 17:49:25 GMT -5
She jumped with a start and scrambled backward as the cat leapt from her perch. Swearing under her breath as she recovered from the shock, she allowed the counterfeit smile to weakly return. But she noticed the feline's wince, assuming she favored her side by some horrid injury. The vixen paused for a moment, letting the smile dissolve to an expression of concern as she carefully addressed the matter.
Are you injured, madame?
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