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Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jul 15, 2006 2:28:15 GMT -5
A teenager? thought Korren, sizing up the white fox beside him. She barely looked 15 seasons. His age. Oh well, at least I'm not the only young'un around here.
Korren laughed a bit at the fox's request. "Sure, I'll race ya, but I doubt Finbar 'ere will. He's one of the old ones, so arthritis slows him down," he muttered back to her, returning Fin the impish grin.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 16, 2006 17:57:24 GMT -5
Fin grinned craftily at the fox's request to race. He would play along. It wouldn't hurt to gain the younger ones' trust. Especially Korren. The young mouse wasn't much of anything yet, and that's why it was so much fun to hang around with him. If you tried hard enough, you could put a little bit of you into young beasts, and this brought Fin some odd kind of pleasure. They were so innocent, so - pliable. Some of them, at least. So easy to influence...he brought himself back to the present quickly.
"You young 'un's don't know what yer gettin' into," he muttered, loud enough for Korren or Crystal to hear.
"I will race you two, as a matter o' fact. Just don't blame me if you can't swallow dinner cos of the dust in yer throat!"
The weasel was off before he'd even finished the second, his long sinewy legs and body moving fluidly as he seized his head start with relish.
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Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jul 16, 2006 18:07:38 GMT -5
Korren grinned at Crystal. "Well, I guess that's the sign to go."
Without further adou, the mouse broke into a run.
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Post by Shad on Jul 17, 2006 6:24:58 GMT -5
A final gust of wind blew around the badger's shoulders, causing him to shudder uncontrollably even beneath his heavy woolen cloak held tightly to his body. He had never been especially resistant to cold, and today was no exception. As his heavy steps connected with the earth, a faint cloud of dust swirled up from the faded path leading to Legion 2's barracks, and the badger turned his head slightly to one side to avoid inhaling it through his mouth, or worse, his snout. It didn't matter to him that the dust only came up to his waist. Sometimes otherbeasts would bug him about his irrestistance to the elements, but he would shrug it off without a further thought.
To say the badger was large would be an understatement; he was easily half a head taller than the average badger, and his thick, well-muscled limbs swung freely by his sides, perhaps betraying his confidence. He had grown up away from everything, isolated as his father pressured him to learn the trade of blacksmithing. When he was younger, just out of his dibbun seasons, he hadn't minded it as much but as he reached almost twenty the badger had had enough. Still his father, set in his ways perhaps by his own father's death, made him stay another two seasons before he was free at twenty-two to leave and forge his own path in the world. Today he came four seasons after that day of freedom.
Being born the son of a blacksmith and grown up humble and quiet, he worn unassuming clothes; a simple faded, red tunic and loose dark pants. The hilt of a rusted two-handed sword showed from his right shoulder, the sheathed blade lying diagonally across his back, being much too long to keep at one's side. The badger had no experience how to wield a blade, much less use it to kill others, yet to simply carry it gave him a reassuring sense of confidence in his abilities. He figured naively that when the time came, he would be able to fight.
Coming out of the wind and into the clearing, the badger finally loosened his deathgrip on the cloak draped over his broad shoulders, letting it fall around him, no longer animated by the strong breeze. He at last looked up to take a look at his surroundings. So this would be his new home. Not bad; and at least he would have the company of other beasts. Approaching the others, the badger grinned slightly. He wasn't intending to race; his extra height and weight made him too heavy to move nimbly. But watching such an event, even a small one at that, somehow made him feel happy. Deciding to leave the formalities until after the race, he settled down to watch.
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Crystal And Fireheart
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**Scream.** It smiles! NO! **Stabs with a sword yelling MCR! loudly.**
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Post by Crystal And Fireheart on Jul 17, 2006 23:19:34 GMT -5
I suppose so! Ch, boys. Run like their made of wood!
**Crystal gentaly let one footpaw gluide in front of the other, biulding up speed. Soon, her long, graceful strides were letting her catch up. Crystal stumbles over a rock in the path and after yelping, the foxmaid grins at her good luck. She was now on four paws, witch twice the speed. Digging her claws into the earth, he lunges forward. Her species makes her resemble a wolf cub running at full speed, only much faster. Crystal's forepaws were locked togther, but her hind paws spred apart for reasons. When her paws hit the dirt after each quick lunge, her front paws would cross between the back. If she were goiung much slowwer, this would flip her over. One of her fangs showing in a trumpinat smile, she surges forward, chucks of earth flying from under the torement of her black claws. The shadows of nearby trees mixed with the early light was confusing at a walk. But the change from light to shadow at this speed was blinding! Running forward, Crystal strains her eyes to see.**
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Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jul 18, 2006 0:00:46 GMT -5
Korren watched in amazement as Crystal sped right past him, on all fours. He had not picked the right race; he could barely run faster than a snail, so he was losing.
Oh well, Typhoon gave the order to run, so I'm running.
Running his paw through his russet-colored fur to get rid of some sweat, the fieldmouse glanced over toward the entrance. ther he spotted a badger; a new chap? Most likely; he'd never seen him before. He smiled at him, waved, and continued running; if may have been true that Typhoon had a worse bark than bite, but Korren didn't take any chances all the same.
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Post by Amani on Jul 19, 2006 13:08:34 GMT -5
A lithe, female figure strode deftly into the courtyard, looking oddly out of place with her coat of jet-black hide standing out quite obviously against the sunlight streaming onto the grounds and the tan fur of the other beasts. She noted everything happening around her with narrowed, beetle-black eyes, from the racing recruits to- what was his name? Major Typhoon, standing a distance away, grimly watching the soldiers. Suddenly she leapt, cat-like, into the middle of the grounds, breaking into a sinuous, fluid, lope- almost before she had even landed on the ground. In this manner, she made her way over to where the badger was standing.
She didn't salute; that was not her custom. Instead, she held up her hands, palms outward, with her fingers splayed at head height and rotated them inwardly from the wrist (a gesture meaning "Congratulations or "well done," referring to Typh's promotion). She extended the gesture into a low bow, looking into the badger's eyes and solemly pronouncing,
"Sawubona!" "Greetings, Commander. Many apologies for my late entry; but as it is, the female badger, Sergeant Rue, was showing me my duties around the grounds, since after all, it is my only my first day here. Forgive me." She bowed again.
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 24, 2006 3:49:56 GMT -5
Typh was rather confused, but did not show it. Recognising that this beast was no dozy little recruit, he made a slight bow and replied in a respectful tone.
"It's quite alright; I didn't even know I had been assigned a new..."
The badger hesitated. To him, the word "recruit" had become almost like an insult, as he had become used to saying it at the end of a long string of insults.
"...Soldier. You are new here, I suppose?"
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Post by Amani on Jul 26, 2006 17:08:14 GMT -5
The jackal pressed her palms together in a slight bow and intoned solemnly,
"Yes, Commander. I arrived only a few days ago- our trade barque was assailed by Sea Rogues (here, she bared her teeth and touched the ivory crocodile-bracelet that she wore- invoking a silent prayer to Olokun, Goddess of the Sea) and I was rather unceremoniously washed up here. Of course, this was my original destination anyway, but it seems that now I do not really have a choice about leaving."
She smiled humorlessly, producing a rather odd contrast to the jackal's narrow face. "So, Major. What would you have me do now?"
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Crystal And Fireheart
Soldier
**Scream.** It smiles! NO! **Stabs with a sword yelling MCR! loudly.**
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Post by Crystal And Fireheart on Jul 29, 2006 22:21:12 GMT -5
Crystal had finished her lap long ago and was blinking a small bead of sweat from her eyes. Easily becomeing bored with waiting, she also walks over to Typh. Crystal flicks her ears back and puts a paw on her sword hilt. She didn't like to salute. It was clumsy and was to common.
"Anything you need me to do, commander?"
A small meep goes off in her head. She normally said meep many times in a paragraph and it was hard to go a sentence without it. Hissing her word so only she can hear it, she feels better.
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Post by Korren Greeneyes on Aug 1, 2006 0:15:09 GMT -5
Korren tried not to stare at the new recruit, but marched around silently. She was evidently from a distant land; he could enjoy talking to her later.
"Any more orders, sir?" he asked quietly, though loud enough to be heard.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Aug 3, 2006 15:49:04 GMT -5
Fin could only watch as Crystal passed him. The fox was fast, there was no way around it. He pushed harder and managed to finish just a bit after her, though. Slowing from a full-on sprint to a steady jog to a trot to a walk as he passed Typhoon, the weasel bent down and stopped, placing his paws on his knees to catch his breath for a couple moments. He straightened and turned, grinning at Korren. He didn't even have to say anything, so he didn't, just shook his head slightly and chuckled good-naturedly.
When he glanced up again, he was staring at Crystal, his expression now thoughtful. Admiring, even. Just a bit, though.
"She's a fast 'un, eh lad?" he commented softly, nearing Korren and Typhoon.
Another young one to befriend. There were so many of them on this island, it seemed. Fin had no idea why military life appealed so much to young males, as he had never had the desire at that age to go out and get killed. He had even less of an idea why it would appeal to females - the gentle sex, they were often called. Odd. Still, he liked beasts around Korren and Crystal's age...in some respects they were easier to handle than adults. In others, not so much, but only parents had to worry about that.
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Post by Typhoon on Aug 4, 2006 7:48:39 GMT -5
Amani's words about being attacked by Sea Rogues had got Typh thinking. The wave scum had been operating out of the island's harbours for too long, terrorising the inhabitants of the town, disrupting trade and generally causing havoc. They had even attacked the fort once, if he remembered correctly. Typh made up his mind. His legion would cleanse the town of the scum.
Finally, the badger spoke to the entire legion. "Yes, I do have some orders for you lot. We're going to clear the town out. Take it as a more realistic training exercise. There is no better training than actual fighting. It will be rather hot, but if you remember everything you've been taught, you should come out alright."
Typh had been telling a half-truth there. He fully expected heavy casualties, especially among the recruits, most of whom had only just passed basic training. At least there was a core of fully competent and experienced NCOs and soldiers that would take care of them.
"No one will be forced to go; it's volunteers only."
OOC: If enough people respond to this, I'll start a thread in the town. If any Legion 1 people are reading this, you're welcome to come along if you want.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Aug 4, 2006 11:57:47 GMT -5
Some heat? In the town?
Finbar suppressed a smile. He'd been around that place tons of time. Around the bar, probably the most rowdy place of them all - the one most likely to contain all of the "scum". A lot of them were probably his friends, even. In fact, if he hadn't joined up with the Horde, he would most likely have been one of the beasts being eradicated from the town. Ironic how that happened.
The weasel considered his options. He wanted rank upgrades - they meant more money for more leisure time, more rounds of ale at the bar. He didn't exactly want to meet up with all of his old buddies to tell them that they had to clear out, though. He didn't want to get caught up in any riot.
Still, he had to prove himself somehow. This couldn't be too bad. The town wasn't really all as bad as Typhoon made it out to be. At least not to Fin, it wasn't.
He stepped forward and saluted (an uncharacteristic gesture for him). "I'll come, sir."
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Crystal And Fireheart
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**Scream.** It smiles! NO! **Stabs with a sword yelling MCR! loudly.**
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Post by Crystal And Fireheart on Aug 4, 2006 19:07:09 GMT -5
"Any good reason your stareing at me?"
Crystal's question flew from her mouth before she noticed. It wasn't harsh, as if demanding to know, just enough to remind him that he was indeed sareing. She didn't think of herself as fast, even if, in her travels, she had been ablew to keep pace with a Galloper of the Long Patrol. Her rounded ears flick slightly, pushing away the thought and waiting the commander's orders at the same time. After his last words finish, Finbar blurts out he's going. Crystal takes a small time, as if she's makeing up her mind. Closeing her eyes and humming a little bit, hoping only she can hear, Crystal looks one with the surronding area. Her eyes snap open, and her already high voice seems to go an occtive higher as her emerald eyes blaze with determation.
"Not to be rude, sir, but I'd think of it as being weak if I didn't go. And you have to admit, it's a good way to kill time. Sure, I'll go. Wait. I /must/ go. It's one's duty to do what they want, and what they feel is right."
Crystal notes she just made a short speech and shuts her mouth quickly.
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Post by Mirima on Mar 15, 2007 23:11:05 GMT -5
where did every one go?
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Post by Typhoon on Mar 16, 2007 8:51:30 GMT -5
They just... left. One after the other, and the place died. You can go and see the thread I started in the town. After awhile, people stopped responding. Granted, it was a stupid idea in the first place, but I was trying to keep the place going.
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Post by Mirima on Mar 16, 2007 22:51:59 GMT -5
Hey its always worth a shot. I give you to thumbs up for trying.
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Post by Typhoon on Mar 17, 2007 4:28:04 GMT -5
Thanks. We need to start another RP in the town... Those were fun.
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Post by Antious Treefello on Mar 17, 2007 14:10:16 GMT -5
Wee this site is in the ICU yay!
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