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Post by Silas on Nov 27, 2007 22:58:14 GMT -5
"Kill her?" He asked, surprised at the assumption. "Jenna just about killed me and died of embarassment 'erself." He sighed, took in another breath, then explained. "Near the end of the party, she was callin' me all these mushy names, right? Battin' eyelashes and such... Well, that got distractin', but eventually she turned about, and she was walkin' away to introduce me to some beasts..." Here he paused for emphasis. "Well, while she got me all distracted, I didn't realize I was standin' on her dress." He felt the heat of embarassment rush to him, but he kept talking nonetheless. "...So she rushes back t' get 'em, and I fall backwards, her dress rips, and my head slammed into the refreshments table, with the cake and all that on the ground. So I'm on the ground in a mess, and she's standin' in front of everyone with 'alf her dress gone." He sighs and puts his head on the table. "That's what happened." And ironically so, as he laid his head down it displayed a bruise on the back of his skull.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 27, 2007 23:51:27 GMT -5
The Skip stood up and leaned over him looking at the bruise. An otter secretly passed him a spoon in which he hit Silas on the head on the spot with. all at the same time plunging a knife into the tunic's fabric at the shoulder.
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Post by Silas on Nov 28, 2007 22:40:47 GMT -5
Silas somehow sensed the spoon coming down at him, and he grabbed the wrist of the beast that was holding it, ripping his sleeve in the process. Looking back at Irvine, he sighed. "Insult to injury, eh?"
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 28, 2007 23:16:10 GMT -5
"Well I tried to...." he said as an otter from behind him hit silas on the head for him.
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Post by Silas on Nov 29, 2007 16:51:06 GMT -5
Silas winced, but said no more. Then he slumped down on the table again, face against the wooden surface. He wanted to disappear, but he knew he couldn't.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 29, 2007 18:44:27 GMT -5
Another fork was quickly stuck in the other sleeve pinning the squirrel to the table completely.
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Post by Silas on Dec 2, 2007 0:43:15 GMT -5
Silas either didn't notice, or didn't care. He stayed in that position, motionless as a stone. He had told the story, but still... He felt terrible. And the weird thing was that Jenna still liked him. Sighing, he lifted his head a fraction, then decided against moving and dropped it back down.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Dec 2, 2007 1:05:18 GMT -5
"Mate...yer pretty sappy....perhaps your just thirsty....." he said grabbing him by the neck jerking him up making the forks and utensils fly with ease. He began dragging him across the stone floor to the inner water supply which was a sort of spring inside the cave. He shoved the Squirrel's head inside the spring till bubbly of air began rising to the surface. He then pulled him up to the surface. "Now mate...listen....i aint gonna let you sit here in mah' holt and let ye' upset while yer here...perhaps I should get the Reddust out...Blade...get the reddust"
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Post by Silas on Dec 2, 2007 1:09:55 GMT -5
Silas merely took in a breath of air, surprisingly calm despite being handled roughly, if at all. "Don't think that's necessary, mate." He said, trying to dry his fur out without much sucess.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Dec 2, 2007 1:34:21 GMT -5
Irvine smiled and sat next to him. "Whats wrong mate....What happened to ye...Why ya' so pitiful..."
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Post by Silas on Dec 2, 2007 1:45:50 GMT -5
Silas looked back at Irvine, then down at his torn sleeves. "Pitiful?" He asked. Sure, he felt embarassed, but pitiful? Maybe he let things get to him too much these days... Of course, after that war he couldn't really say that didn't get to him.
OOC; For storyline's sake let's just say that Danarth's horde was confronted, and a small part defeated last winter. Of course, if ye don't lke that you ken change it....
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Dec 2, 2007 2:03:41 GMT -5
"Mate....what happened when we split up?...What....what went on..." he asked.
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Post by Silas on Dec 3, 2007 22:17:34 GMT -5
Silas sighed. "A lotta things, mate..." He replies, looking down at his footpaws. "Too many things..." He took a deep breath and readied himself to tell the otter of all that has happened.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Dec 3, 2007 22:26:32 GMT -5
The Skipper slapped him hard of the back. "C'mon mate! Tell Ole Irvine!" Suddenly the entire holt gathered round. "Get back!" he shouted shooing them away. "I'll tell ya later..." he said muttering to himself. Blade sat near them. It was only right of course...he had a significant role in the time.
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Post by Silas on Dec 3, 2007 22:35:35 GMT -5
Silas clutched the back of his head, glaring at Irvine, then he settled down and began his tale. "Well, when we split up, we ran into more wildcats... Of course... And we fought back, but a lot of us went down anyway... Did I ever tell you my father was in that group?" He asked.
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