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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 13, 2007 20:43:55 GMT -5
Luckily the armor under the thick coat stopped most of the blade. The wildcat swung his sharp claws at the squirrels face behind him. Then lept forward and grabbed Ashley by the throat and took off into the woods towards floret.
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Post by Silas on Mar 14, 2007 14:37:51 GMT -5
Tom let out a cry of pain as the sharp claws dug savagely into the side of his face. He quickly got up, but the wildcat was well beyond sword-range. With no bow, Tom ran, blood running down his cheek. As he was pursuing the cat, he pulled out a very small wooden whistle. He blew into it, creating a sound uncharacteristic of whistles. The rest of the group appeared out of the darkened canopy, and saw Tom running after the leader. Most fired on the run at him, others stopping briefly. "Don't shoot!" Tom said. "He's got Ashley."
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 14, 2007 21:28:30 GMT -5
Seconds later the leader Disappeared into the woods. About an hour later he arrived at the Heavily guarded floret gates. Beast enveloped the enitre front Causeway(SP?) Several guards were posted all around the castle making sure nobeast got in or out. They were well armed where long pikes and a Small hand shield. Though they were cold they dare not say anything in fear of dealing with Danarth. The leader entered the Gate. His name was Broit Steelclaw. He was known for his Sharp claws which enabled him to do many things. He enter and threw the limp Form into a small makeshift cage. he then went to Danarth to tell him what he had encountered.
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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 0:25:04 GMT -5
Tom, whose face was still bleeding, muttered a curse in the ancient tounge. "Recuv..." A slightly shorter grey squirrel approached him. "Sir?" He stood there, thinking a moment. Tom sighed resentfully. "We'll have to pull back. Casualties?" "We got some of them sir, as far as I can tell. Some escaped into the woods." "Let's head out, then. Leave no tracks to base camp. Come on, on the double!" The remaining Tree wraiths went on their way through the boughs of southern mossflower.
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Ashley didn't know how long she lay there, in the cage. She finally came to, eyeing her surroundings. Very sparse, with an overlay of vermin filth scattered about. Castle Floret was no more, that was for certain, its former glory tainted by the insurgents that now dwelled inside it. She felt pity for the beasts that once lived here in peace, and a mixture of anger and fear for the foebeasts that have taken her captive.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 17, 2007 21:35:41 GMT -5
Danarth came bounding out with the other. With each step he took he tended to ring due to the chain going from his waist that was attached to the other end of his flail which was strapped to his back. He wore Black clothing. His continious grin streched showing his sharp teeth dripping with drool dripping as he walked. All around his mouth and chest area was covered in blood stains. He Bent down looking at the squirell in the cage. His eyes glowing a faint red...Without warning he gave a loud snarl cuasing The leader behind him to jump backward.
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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 21:45:50 GMT -5
Ashley jumped to the back of the cage as well, due to the sight of Danarth. "Wh-who are you?" She tried to say with confidence, her words still quavering.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 17, 2007 21:53:38 GMT -5
Without warning again Danarths huge claws Grabs the iron bars and jerked it with a type of barking snarl. Drool dripping on the stone floor. When it hit it bubbled and evaporated Like an acid. The Evil wildcat kept staring...his eyes shifting back and forth allowing his breath taking scent to fill the cage.
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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 21:58:22 GMT -5
However, Ashley was taught well, as were all the NPA soldiers never to crack under intimidation. The cage lurched around as the wildcat grappled with the bars. Ashley herself tumbled around, still obviouly fearful, but unchanged by the wildcat's sudden charge. "I asked you a question. Could you answer it?" She said after the attack, trying hard not to vomit at the smell of his breath.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 17, 2007 22:03:50 GMT -5
His eyes widened with anger. With a sudden jerk of the cage door it was ripped off its hinges with the rust dust bursting. He Reached in and Grabbed ashley by the neck and pulled her out holding her up and digging his sharp clams into the back of her neck. "I will speak when I like..." his deep thunderous voice said. When he spoke it was like speaking with the devil....he always used his voice as a weapon...not matter what came out it was always scary to hear him speak. Even the Leader of the troop behind him gulped.
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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 22:12:46 GMT -5
"Aah.." Ashley managed to gasp out as the unkempt but nevertheless sharp claws dug into her. Now she was cmpletely helpless, held above the ground, being choked to death by this... this monster. She dare not struggle, for fear of seperating her head from body. She would've said something but couldn't. The fear of death, of dying set in, the ancient, basic emotion of panic flooding over her.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 17, 2007 22:16:36 GMT -5
He threw her against the wall and began walking over to her licking his bloody claws. He stood there towering over her. He wanted to continuously fuel fear into her. He grabbed his flail attached to his back and swung the spiked metal ball into the wall making it stick and causing chucks of stone to fall on her.
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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 22:21:50 GMT -5
Ashley shivered in pure fear, her neck bleeding slightly. As he swung the mace she cringed, the stone debris falling atop of her. She gasped for breath, putting a paw on her wound. She looked up into Danarth's eyes, and they certainly had a pshycological effect. For the first time, Ashley felt truly helpless.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 17, 2007 22:25:50 GMT -5
"Do you wish to live?" he said begging to raise his flail directly above his head for a downward stroke.
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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 22:42:21 GMT -5
Ashley could only nod. She was in a pitiful state, the collar of her field jacket, as well as the back of her neck had four holes in it, the rest of her person covered in dirt, dried blood, and other substances.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 17, 2007 22:51:50 GMT -5
Dannarth let the flail fall back behind him back to his back. the leader on the troop brought shackles and latched it to her feet he then handed the ball end of it to Dannarth. He pointed to a slave tent which would be her living quarters in the days to come.
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