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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Jul 19, 2006 11:37:23 GMT -5
The wind blew soflty, brushing against Seol's hot and sweaty cheeks. He stood on a path in Mossflower, embracing the warm day. The sunlight glinted off his cloak as it was glowing through the canopy the trees of Mossflower made. It was an incredible sight, and the fox shifted his eyes over to a shadow. It was the shape of a stoat, and three more appeared. He pretended he could not see them, and did not draw his axe. As he saw a bigger shadow appear, that of a wildcat, he smiled. Backing up, he drew his axe and waved it. The enormous weapon waved sharply through the air, and Seol acted perplexed. As one stoat stepped out of the large bush with a sling, he dropped the axe and grabbed a throwing knife from under his cloak. Hurling it, he turned before he could see if it struck him or not. Running back, he picked up the axe and bellowed for help.
"Mah hardebeasts ta aorms! Vahmin in tha woods!"
Yelled the highlander fox as he dashed away, slowing down to the large wait he was carrying in his paws. He turned off the path, looking frnatically for a friend.
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Post by camleth on Jul 19, 2006 12:33:00 GMT -5
Cam was jogging in the woods when the Seol's cry reached him. Tightening the straps on his Suwayyah, he jogged toward the sound...and nearly ran into Seol coming the other way.
"Slow down there chap. How many virmin are there?"
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Jul 19, 2006 12:39:36 GMT -5
Seol gasped and took a deep breath. Looking at Camleth, he smiled, but the grin soon washed away. Turning back, he pointed to the bush that was far off. In the distance he could spot the vermin, as well as the dead stoat. He squinted, and saw a bit farther. Seeing an entire army, he turned back to the hare with a look of worriment on his face.
"Tis an aormy, yah 'aove to wa'n tha haorde, hurry!"
He turned back, rolling his sleeves up to show his strong, dark furred arms. Clutching his axe with a mighty grip, the fox grinned jauntily and whipped the axe pver his shoulder.
"Tis mah foight, y'ken? Thaot stoat hos mah kniafe!"
OOC:
1. You're a hare, right?
2. Seol is from the Highlands.
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Post by camleth on Jul 19, 2006 12:44:34 GMT -5
OOC:
1. Yes
2. I gathered that from the accent.
3. Just call me Cam, it's faster
BIC:
Cam looked at the vermin army then back at Seol.
"Fine, but if you end up dead, don't complain to me."
He took off up the path towards the Horde, hoping to find somebeasts along the way.
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Jul 19, 2006 12:47:56 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, glad we got that settled. BTW, I'm gonna wait for some more to post before I post again.
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Post by camleth on Jul 19, 2006 12:52:11 GMT -5
OOC: Fine with me.
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Post by Amani on Jul 19, 2006 14:12:37 GMT -5
Deep in the woods, the jackal padded silently along, staring with unabashed wonder at each passing tree. She had never seen so much green in one spot before. In the desert, where she had come from, vegetation could only be found near an oasis, and even then, it was sparse and wide-spread. And they had never been anything like these what were they called?- there were so many- massive oaks, kingly willows, graceful birches. Amani continued along in this green paradise in a sort of rapturous, dream-like joy.
Until the cry came.
The only clear word she had caught was "vahmin"- vermin. Funny, she mused. She had thought that vermin included foxes. Shrugging, she grasped the heavy shaft of her beloved spear, Ekundayo, and bounded gracefully off in the direction of the call. The blood was pounding through her ears as she raced; it was good to hunt again.
But now, the trees that had seemed so miraculous before now became a hindrance: Amanishakhete, so used to hunting in the open desert, found the woodlands a completely different matter- she often found her way blocked by hidden shrubbery and protruding roots, and her view was obscured by heavy verdance. She often had to duck tendrils of trailing leaves, and once she barely managed to avoid cracking her skull on a low-hanging branch.
Finally, she spotted a hare and the fox who had made the cry in a small clearing ahead. Leaping efforlessly over the trunk of a fallen beech, she bounded into the midst of the two creatures. Keeping a tight grips on Ekundayo with both paws, she gave both a questioning look, knowing the value of silence.
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