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Post by coolcoyote on Apr 20, 2016 17:40:54 GMT -5
If the fox's thoughts could be summed up into words, they would probibly go along the lines of "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" and other choice words for those that threw stones at him. Why? Why is the world against him thinks Baro as he dives head long into the bushes with no real direction on where he is going. Blind panic has gotten him this far after all.
Kacy is less...frightened than angry as an arrow slides by her arm, cutting open a gash before being lost for ever into the forrest. "Son of a bat!" is so totally NOT what she says before diving behind a tree for cover.
The otter hisses and slinks out of her hiding spot, racing for her own bow with an arrow already in her paws.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 20, 2016 19:00:12 GMT -5
Jumping from branch to branch, this time with a bit more practice, Smik easily kept up with the bound fox and noticed the hare following.
Leaping to a tree a bit off with good view, he stopped and hid, unshouldering his bow. Nocking a arrow as he waited for the hare to get closer, aiming to either disable or make her stop chasing them. Firing the arrow off as she came into view, not looking to see if it connected or not he hid again and waited.
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Post by ginger on Apr 21, 2016 14:02:52 GMT -5
Gingers footpaws pounded the earth as she ran after the fox and tracked whoever was in the trees. Being a hare, she was getting closer and closer. A sharp pain in her thigh caused her to cry out and fall. Her eyes widened when she saw the arrow buried in her flesh. Picking herself up, she started moving. Aggonizing pain was rippling through her as she hobbled behind a large oak and sat down.
Reaching to the pouch on her belt, she pulled out some herbs to bind and heal her wound, as well as a few peppermint leaves to help ease the pain.
((sound framiliar unknownsoldier?))
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Post by coolcoyote on Apr 25, 2016 15:08:53 GMT -5
The fox hardly noticed the wounded hare as he continued to run blindly through the woods, driven only by panic and the, ratger, vivid image of his hide hanging from a wall. "Not my hide!" he shouts, and then consiquentally trips over a log and lands face first into the opening of a moss covered fallen log.
City fox...
Kacy the otter however is quick to come to Gingers aid. "Blazes girl, are you ok?" she stops by Gingers side, "Ok, dumb question I know." she goes to slap the hares paws from trying to pull the arrow free, "What'cha trying to do, bleed yerself to death? There be enough time fer that later. Toss your arm over my shoulder, we can dress yer wound after I get yeah someplace less 'shooty' and 'arrowy'"
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 25, 2016 19:02:47 GMT -5
(Yes ginger)
He heard the cry of pain easily enough and saw the otter break off towards where he assumed the hare went to hide. Shouldering his bow, he maneuvered carefully to avoid drawing attention to himself as he headed towards where the fox went.
It didn't take him long to find the fox...who had fallen into a log, facefirst. Climbing down quietly as ever, he went over and inspected the foxes situation.
"You....really are very unlucky aren't you fox?"
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Post by ginger on Apr 25, 2016 21:40:25 GMT -5
The hare leans against the tree, throwing one arm over the otters shoulder. Her injured leg skims the ground. "Ah.. thanks, mate. Rather silly of me to be running out in the open like that. I think I heard a thud up ahead. The fox must have tripped."
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Post by coolcoyote on Apr 27, 2016 9:20:15 GMT -5
The fox lays limply in the log, letting out a soft whine. "That all depends on if you are also out for my hide." he replies.
Placing his feet on either side of the log Baro pulls with all his might, which saddly isnt much. It's enough to get him out of the log at least, sending him flailing backwards onto the grass, snout covered in-
"Spider webs! Get them off! Get em off!" the fox struggles to move his paws to wipe off his own muzzle but with them bound behind his back that isn't happening very soon.
Eventually he whines loudly, "WhyyYYYyYYYYyYYYy...?" choked with sobs.
Not too far away, just on the other side of the thicket of tree's really Kacy peers into the foilage towards the general direction of where she can hear the fox's voice.
She could just mozy on over with her bow and arrow and...leave the hare to possibly bleed todeath while she wrestled with this new rat. The otter scowls, bouts of morality were not things she struggled with on a daily basis, but when they appeared...
"Yeah, I can hear him. But I can see you need help. Common lass," she offers a paw to Ginger to help her stand then turns to the beasts beyond the trees, "Just you wait ratty! You'll get your's soon enough!"
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Post by ginger on Apr 27, 2016 9:56:13 GMT -5
Ginger turns towards the fox and the rat, angry that she let herself get shot and that Kacys prey was getting away. Suddenly, she gets an idea. Reaching to her belt, she pulls out the arrow that had tried to shoot her meer minutes earlier and dangled it in front of her and the otter.
"Shouldn't we return this to our friends over there?"
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 27, 2016 12:08:20 GMT -5
Smik...doesn't know why hes even helping the fox at all. Was it curiosity on to how he lasted this long, or only because he wanted to steal their target? Either sounded just about right for him as he calmly got the spider webs off of the fox's muzzle and cut his bounds.
"Your choice on what you want to do now." Smik said before climbing back up into a tree silently and disappearing from sight as he hid himself.
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Post by coolcoyote on May 4, 2016 17:34:17 GMT -5
The otter blinks once then an evil grin splits her muzzle, "Get ready to run...er, hobble deary. Things are about to take a turn for the nasty..."
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The fox rolls to his feet, dusting himself off. "Away from here. I want away from here! Before that crazy hare and the death otter return to take my h-"
"HAI!" says said death otter as she leaps from out of the bushes, bow notched with an arrow aimed for his muzzle. "Say cheese rat face!"
And then with out warning or reason the head of a weasel appears, two actually. Dressed in mouse hide leathers and armed with iron broad swords the weasels appear between them, "Halt!" says a weasel in a green felt hat, "We've come for the bounty on the fox's head! Surrender him to us or forfit y-"
And then he dies, horribly, arrow aimed for the rat burrying itself into his face.
His companion makes a paniced squeak. Someone from the bushes shouts an obsenity and another pair of weasels break cover. Armed with swords one heads striaght for Kacy, the other for the rat.
Just when things were starting to make sense...
(Sorry for my absence. Life, stuff, excuses, alien abductions, the usual xP I bring you weasels to make up for it! Same ones who visited the abbey xD)
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Post by ginger on May 4, 2016 19:06:23 GMT -5
The injured hare watches from afar as her friend launched herself. Upon seeing the weasels launch themselves at Kacy, Ginger quickly reached for her sling. Hobbling as close to the action as she could without being seen, she starts launching stones towards the trio of weasels.
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Post by jeremiah on May 16, 2016 16:53:27 GMT -5
The young ferret leaned against a sturdy oak, breathing heavily. His first thoughts were about his friends Christopher and William. He hoped against hopes that they had escaped slavery safely, especially Christopher. That young mouse had shown Jeremiah so much kindness, he was a true friend.
"Damn vermin" the ferret gritted his teeth, his usually forgiving self hating all the rats, weasels and stoats and ferrets that threatened honest good beasts.
Steadying his rapidly beating heart, Jeremiah felt pain prick his paw and looking down, he saw drops of Crimson welling in a cut. He had many cuts as he stung all over but this one was the worst.
Wincing with pain, he located cobwebs and used them as a makeshift bandage whilst hoping that at Redwall, the folk there may provide him with proper treatment.
Thinking about the sandstone abbey made the ferrets pelt tense with apprehension. Would they accept him? He was a ferret after all... But a good one.
He cupped his chin in his paws, sagging against the tree as tiredness overtook him. His ears still throbbed from the mad dash from the slave camps but he was too weary to care now. Sleep overtook the spent creature.
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Post by unknownsoldier on May 22, 2016 18:26:00 GMT -5
(Just so you know coyote, Smik left and hid way before the weasels arrived.  ) Smik...stayed out of the confusion and chaos that erupted beneath his hiding spot. The crazed otter looking to return his arrow and almost kills the fox, instead weasels arrived to take the shot for him. Now the real question was...stay and see how this plays out? Or leave before he got dragged into it some more? Both equally tempting choices at this point, but with only about 4 arrows left...still a tough choice. |
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Post by coolcoyote on May 23, 2016 9:29:03 GMT -5
(Eep! D: Ill try to post later today after a dentist appointment. Do you guys want to continue this adventure or wind down the plot so we can use our characters in new adventures?)
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Post by ginger on May 23, 2016 13:57:28 GMT -5
(( i'm up for either! ))
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bye!
