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Post by Silas on Nov 21, 2007 23:28:50 GMT -5
In the northernmost reaches of Mossflower wood, the night passes slowly, the rain pouring down to make the soil mush, the paths wet and slippery. A certain individual walked away from a small vllage, its lights turned out as everyone fell to night's silent calling, the urge to sleep. However, that individual was unaffected by it, his blue eyes open in observance as he continued onwards, hooded head bent against the weather.
He blinked and sighed in disappointment as he walked, not even watching the path ahead.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 21, 2007 23:44:51 GMT -5
200 Yards up the path a tall figure dress in black was walking straight for him. The figure was dress completely in black and nothing could be seen but the outline. The figure stop dashing to the growth immediately beside him vanishing into thin air.
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Post by Silas on Nov 21, 2007 23:48:24 GMT -5
The other figure glanced up and put a paw on his sword warily. His outline was blurred as well from the downpour, and at that distance he couldn't tell what was up ahead. Marching onwards, his eyes became narrow, more concentrated on his surroundings rather than his thoughts the moment before. He was now closing in upon the spot where the phantom figure stood, 20 meters, ten, 5...
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 21, 2007 23:58:46 GMT -5
Suddenly without warning and strong arm reached out from the bottom of the bushes grabbing Silas by the leg and began dragging him slowly into the bushes.
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Post by Silas on Nov 22, 2007 0:10:39 GMT -5
The beast hit the ground hard, taking out his sword after overcoming the initial shock of slamming into the mud. The sword itself shone, though little light was offered. The rain dripped onto the keen edge, running down the blood channel to the hilt. The beast gripped it fiercely, and was about to sever the arm from its owner with one fell swoop.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 22, 2007 0:18:22 GMT -5
The Arm disappeared along with its host upon seeing the shining blade. Within seconds, a set of paws landed on both sides of the beast face. One beside his ear and the other on the blade of the squirrel. The face however was hidden from view. The figure bent down until his face could be seen clearly.....Irvine. Skipper Of Sea otters....
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Post by Silas on Nov 22, 2007 0:29:18 GMT -5
"Irvine!" The beast exclaimed, his hood thrown back in his fall to the ground, revealing him to be a squirrel. Deep blue eyes, certainly a surprised expression, telling from the facial features, that of a warrior... The squirrel could be none other than Silas M. Hawkeye, a lone warrior squirrel out to travel across the globe, searching...
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 22, 2007 0:31:50 GMT -5
"Gaha! Wot ya' doin' out 'ere mate! Didn't scare ya' did I?" he asked, helping the beast to his feet offering a paw.
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Post by Silas on Nov 22, 2007 0:40:33 GMT -5
Silas got up with the Skipper's assistance, attempting to brush the mud out of his bushy tail. Putting his swordpoint into the ground, he remarked with a voice that was laden with a serious note. "Nothin' scares me anymore, Irv, you know that." For perhaps the first time in his life, in that particular moment Silas felt older than he actually was as he said those words.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 22, 2007 1:00:29 GMT -5
"Well Iv got ta' say matey You sure seemed concerned during the game of tag we played Years ago... What 'appened to ya mate?" He asked Stepping back to give him some room.
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Post by Silas on Nov 22, 2007 1:23:04 GMT -5
With that extra room the squirrel sheathed his blade with a slight flourish. He sighed as the rain drenched his fur through. "I don't know, mate. It just feels like... like nothing..." He let the sentence drift off, realizing how hard it would be to descibe the feeling to Irvine. Not even bothering to put his hood back up, he looked down at his footpaws for a moment.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 22, 2007 7:18:29 GMT -5
Irvine gave him a crazy look. "Mate....Your a really bad liar....You can tell me when yer ready..."
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Post by Silas on Nov 23, 2007 0:17:12 GMT -5
"Huh..." Silas, about to say that he hasn't openly stated that he was not lying, decided to keep his mouth shut about it, merely nodding. Truthful or not, he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone about it.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 23, 2007 0:22:21 GMT -5
"I suppose you'll be wanting some shelter from this storm eh? How about we get to mah' holt. You can see the rest there. We've got a whopper of a fire going! I think the supper should be done by now as well." he said turning uphill and beginning to trudge upward. "What have ye been up ta' mate?"
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Post by Silas on Nov 23, 2007 16:13:33 GMT -5
"Sounds good."
Silas walked with the otter, shrugging as he answers the skipper's inquiry, "Not much, really. Just went to the festival yesterday, though." He brushed another bit of mud off f his tail as he walked. "There's always one every year at the council village, so I thought I might as well go..."
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