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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 23, 2005 19:07:14 GMT -5
The cat was caught off her guard by the question, but then shook her head, slightly, though she obviously was wounded. Her tail swished slowly, lashing out from time to time, as she stared at the vixen. Her paw pointed again where the Abbey was, when an arrow came flying out of nowhere, almost hitting the cat and sticking in a tree behind the vixen.
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Post by gecko on Nov 24, 2005 23:45:45 GMT -5
ooc~ -Scream- It deleted my post. ;-; -Exasperated recreation-
bic~ The vixen paused a moment, twitchy aud giving a flick, then donned a thin smile and persisted. A paw wandered to her satchel, absently riffling through it like a salesman his briefcase as she reasoned. Ahh, well. Newts might have been worthless slimebags, but mute cats might at least feed her for the night.
Are you quite sure, madame? You see, I am an herbalist, and I could--
As the arrow sliced the air and buried itself inches from the two, the femme dropped to the ground in an explosion of foreign oaths. Trembling paws clasped over her head as she stared wildly about the clearing.
Wha--? What? Who fires at us? Merde, merde, I could have been killed! On s'est fait baiser...
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Post by kilisa09 on Nov 25, 2005 15:36:50 GMT -5
The cat glanced around, then jumped into a tree and disappeared quickly, as a brown and white hair came through the undergrowth. "Hey, you, vermin-type, where'd the cat go, ehwot?" he asked roughly, his paws holding a bow. He looked down at the fox. "Whachoo doing on the ground, wot? No place for a fox, last I heard."
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Post by gecko on Dec 4, 2005 12:24:20 GMT -5
The petite vixen's startled expression quickly dropped with indignity. She pulled herself into a sitting position as she brushed at her clothing, muttering darkly all the while. Straightening her spectacles primly, she fixed her glare upon the newcomer.
/Vermin?/ You should say yourself, Monseiur, a rabbit? She paused a moment, scoffed. Vermin, indeed.
Violet scarf was rearranged, tails flung over her shoulder in a display of injured dignity.
Really, Monseiur, you should watch where you're loosing arrows. You almost got my-- Brief snort. --friend, there.
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 6, 2005 17:32:31 GMT -5
"Friend?" the hare snorted. "She's a bally vermin, attacked a couple friends of me own, wotwot!" he raised an eyebrow. "Too bad I missed, actually. I was trying to hit her, wot." He nocked another arrow to his bow. "I'm hare, also. What are you doing here if you're not a vermin, then?"
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Post by gecko on Dec 7, 2005 18:09:47 GMT -5
Well, you did, if it's any consolation.
The vixen blinked, gaze wandering with morbid intrigue to the blood-smeared leaves beneath the tree. It quickly lifted, the femme perhaps realizing that she could betray the cat's location. She shrugged it off mentally, continuing to keep up a sort of distraction.
I am looking for a Redwall?
The statement had an inquisitive tone, as if the femme was posing a question rather than stating her business. Obviously, she was fishing for directions. With all due respect, she trusted the eccentric British rabbit over the cat.
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 7, 2005 19:33:43 GMT -5
"Well," The hare replied. "I could take you there. Just about run out o' bally grub for the troops, eh wot! M'lud and I are visiting the Abbey for a while, and the cat had a bloody fight with a coupla otters, so that's part o' it, wot." He started walking away. "C'mon, jolly vermin-type!" he teased.
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Post by gecko on Dec 8, 2005 8:19:15 GMT -5
A smirk spread across her maw at this, quickly hidden by the warm front of a smile.
Merci, Monsieur.
The expression suddenly changed at his next counter, glare fixing itself like a target on the back of the hare's retreating form. The vixen padded hastily to keep in pace, jaws slightly agape after a few moments of this effort.
How far is.. it to the.. abbey, Monsieur?
ooc~ D; Blar. Short.
.. ._. I feel so bad clinging to only one roleplay, but I have no time to do much else at the moment. Too many projects and whatnot. I'll try on it later. D:[/sup]
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 11, 2005 16:31:37 GMT -5
"Not tired already, are ye?" he said, smirking. "Quite a bit, mebbe, if I can remember the way." He said, not meaning it. He grinned broadly. "'Course, if'n y'can't make it, then too bad, wot. What's yore name, anyhow?" He glanced at her. "I'm Steelpaw."
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Post by gecko on Dec 19, 2005 23:15:15 GMT -5
The vixen stifled a groan, maw tipping downward as she trifled with her scarf a bit more. As if anticipating entering the renowned Redwall Abbey, she made an effort to make herself presentable. Speckled feather braced by her left ear was smoothed and straightened, a paw running the length of her vest to rid it of dust and folds.
Oui, she muttered, taking the hare's words candidly. Then she paused.
My name is Amarante Montague. Charmed, she sniffed.
ooc~ Wow. o.o; I've been gone a while.. -Guilt stare-[/sup]
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 20, 2005 14:09:25 GMT -5
"Aren't we a bit prissy!" He said, smirking. "It's not like you really have to make yourself perfect, y'know." He rolled his eyes, then glanced at the ground, pausing a moment.
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Post by gecko on Dec 21, 2005 13:45:27 GMT -5
The fennec femme scowled faintly, fixing a brief glare on the hare's retreating figure before returning silently to her ensemble. Slight irregularities were righted with a sweep of a paw, scowl sliding off into an expressionless countenance. Well, one thing was certain. These hares were pelirious-- but also a bit off-kilter. When her guide halted suddenly, the vixen almost collided with him. Craning her neck to see around the hare, who was massive in comparison to herself, she furrowed a brow with an aura of impatience.
Well?[/sup]
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 22, 2005 13:48:51 GMT -5
"Nothin'." he said, standing up. "Can't watch were you're goin', eh wot?" he said, smiling."C'mon, Abbey's not far yet." He started walking off again, turning slightly to the left.
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Post by gecko on Dec 27, 2005 23:45:03 GMT -5
Ehh..
Muttered complaint was the femme's only response as she fell back in pace with him. Good. Images of a warm bath and even warmer bed flooded her mind; eyes flicked shut as she savored the sensation for a few moments longer. She'd been wandering long in search of this abbey.. By her standards, anyway. It'd better be good. More silence ensued, the vixen clenching her jaw to stifle her quickening breath. Nay, she wasn't suited to this. At least it wasn't far.
Good.[/sup]
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 30, 2005 13:30:27 GMT -5
Steelpaw finally emerged onto the path. He blinked a couple of times, then looked around. The Abbey wasn't far off. He glanced behind him, waiting for the vixen.
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