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Nov 24, 2009 13:38:15 GMT -5
Post by Tomias Redfur on Nov 24, 2009 13:38:15 GMT -5
Tomias had been wandering aimlessly for the past few days, having lost the only map he had for this area. He knew which direction he was heading in due to the rising and setting sun, but he didn´t know anything else really. He knew that the River Moss was somewhere nearby, he had crossed it only a couple of days ago. He really needed to get a new map.
He decided it would be best for him to take a break, so he found a nearby stream and sat down beside it. He took a drink from the cool stream and wiped his mouth. He glanced up at the sky, as the warm sun smiled down at him. It was another glorious day to be alive. He leaned back against a nearby tree and pulled out the book he was reading. He munched on an apple he took out of his bag and begun to read...
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Nov 24, 2009 15:50:50 GMT -5
Post by Sarin Bowleaf on Nov 24, 2009 15:50:50 GMT -5
Sarin was further from the area that he usually foraged in but he decided that he needed more scope for his herbs. Besides, the Abbey was well-aware of the red squirrel’s fighting capabilities so they wouldn’t need to worry about his safety. The Poisonmaster hummed an old Redwall Abbey song as he picked out herbs, sometimes sniffing the herbs as he did so. Once he had gathered enough bags into one bag, he moved onto another area but he didn’t realise that there was another occupant.
Sarin heard the sound of a book page turning. The red squirrel mentally cursed himself for not being aware of his surroundings. He stopped humming and cautiously went to where the beast was. He silently gasped at what the beast was: a fox! He dropped his bag and scaled the tree silently, ending above the fox. What was a fox doing reading a book? Maybe it was a ruse. Whatever it was, he decided to end this filthy vermin’s life. Grabbing the staff, he jumped on the fox and growled. “What is a fox doing in Mossflower?”
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Nov 25, 2009 14:55:07 GMT -5
Post by Tomias Redfur on Nov 25, 2009 14:55:07 GMT -5
Tomias was happily reading through a fairly interesting part of his story when suddenly out of nowhere he was attacked. His attacker was a squirrel, not as big as him of course but still Tomias could tell that this squirrel was not to be messed with. He was used to this kind of treatment from woodlanders, due to his Vulpine species. He was quickly knocked over and pinned. Tomias eyed the squirrel warrior's staff warily.
Tomias thought for a moment, before replying.
"Whoa...sorry, I'm just lost is all, I wasn't looking for trouble," he smiled slightly, "I promise you I don't mean any harm, not to anybeast."
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Nov 28, 2009 15:43:57 GMT -5
Post by Sarin Bowleaf on Nov 28, 2009 15:43:57 GMT -5
(Hey, for future reference – you can just either put other people’s dialogue in italics or bold instead of quoting it.)
Sarin snorted contemptuously at the fox’s remark. A fox was in Mossflower, reading a book. Not a chance! There had to be another reason why he was here. Sarin quickly sniffed the area around them and was shocked to find no army nearby. He got off the fox but got into a stance. He didn’t like vermin. They were liars, thieves, murderers and much more. They treated others with little regard and often didn’t care what happened to their own kind. Sarin’s eyes showed his distrust but he’d let the fox talk.
“Speak swiftly, fox, or you may find yourself six feet under!” commanded Sarin. Yes, he was a squirrel who was gentle creature most of the time but give him vermin and he’ll turn into a lethal weapon. Ever since he had the fateful encounter with the vermin on his island, the red squirrel had harboured a pure hatred for vermin. They didn’t deserve a place within the good country of Mossflower. He waited for the filthy vermin to speak.
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Dec 9, 2009 6:59:46 GMT -5
Post by Tomias Redfur on Dec 9, 2009 6:59:46 GMT -5
Tomias was actually very frightened of this warrior Squirrel, however he didn't show it, except for maybe a slight trembling.
“Speak swiftly, fox, or you may find yourself six feet under!”
He thought of what he could do to prove to this Squirrel that he meant no harm.
"I speak the truth, I do not mean any harm. I'm not like others of my species, I was raised to be good, and kind. Perhaps this will prove the truth to you..."
Moving slowly, as to not cause the warrior a reason to slay him. Tomias slowly unbuckled his blade belt and pulled it off. Then he tossed his belt, complete with his two Kukri blades away from him. He didn't like to be separated from his blades, but he knew that he really needed to get on this warrior's good side, so he would do whatever it took to prove that he wasn't just some evil vermin.
"Now think, would any other normal vermin willingly disarm themselves when confronted with a warrior like you," he smiled slightly, hoping that perhaps the Squirrel warrior might believe him.
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Sept 22, 2010 13:16:09 GMT -5
Post by Sarin Bowleaf on Sept 22, 2010 13:16:09 GMT -5
Sarin was unimpressed. How stupid did this fox think he was? The Poisonmaster had spent the majority of his teen seasons running away from vermin and none of them had been friendly. Still, there could always the odd one who was friendly. Wait, what was he saying? Vermin were vermin, no matter what. Sarin thought about if he should end this fox’s life here and now or if he should take him to see Abbess Forsythia and Kiara.
“I'm not convinced, fox. This may be a trap for all I know,” said Sarin levelly, keeping his eyes on the fox in front of him. Sarin then sighed, unable to keep up his ferocity any longer and then pinched the tip of his nose, closing his eyes as he did so. He quickly went to collect his bag and then came back. He decided to question this fox. What harm could that do?
“Ok, here’s how it going to work. I'm going to question and you’ll answer, got it? Any funny business and you’ll be down faster than you can say Mossflower Wood, got it?”
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Sept 22, 2010 21:26:59 GMT -5
Post by Mest Whitepaw on Sept 22, 2010 21:26:59 GMT -5
[Hey, sarin said i could join in, hope it's okay Tomias. If not just say so.]
Unknowingly to the fox and squirrel, a third and quite odd creature was walking through the woods. He walked as his own relaxed and casual paste, but carried himself strong and on guard. His fur was white as snow but small patches of dirt showed, a token of his endless traveling. Still, it was nothing a good swim couldn't fix, and he was looking for just that. It might be a little odd to suspect such a creature of being an Otter, but just cause it don't look like an otter, don't mean it ain't. His clothing was that of a seaferers and his swords curved and wicked looking as any. He truly was a fearsome sight to see.
But the song he was singing blew all scariness to heck with sheer hysteria. "Ohhh, I'd bop a frog for some grog, fillet a fish for a dish, and kill a rat for a pack." He sang carefree, but quite on-key. It was an old ditty he made up years ago, but was still as funny as the day he made it. This was Mest Whitepaw, the otter unlike any others. His eyes may be red, but they were soft and lively, not like you'd expect when you think of red. Anyways, he strolled through the woods but froze when he heard voices. Paw on his hunting knife and other at the ready, he silently sneaked a little further before making out two figures.
'Ah, greeting mates." He introduced, recognizing one as a squirrel; and the other as a fox, but clearly the squirrel had him under control. As he greeted he threw his hands up in the air, accidentally raising his fearsome knife as well. Along with the appearance of a vermin, the knife didn't make it look any better.
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Sept 27, 2010 6:39:43 GMT -5
Post by Tomias Redfur on Sept 27, 2010 6:39:43 GMT -5
((It's alright Mest, don't worry about it, the more the merrier Also, sorry if my post fails...)) Tomias got into a slightly more comfortable position, now he knew his chances of dying were less than a short while ago. Watching as the warrior squirrel ran off, then returned with a bag. “Ok, here’s how it going to work. I'm going to question and you’ll answer, got it? Any funny business and you’ll be down faster than you can say Mossflower Wood, got it?”Tomias nodded and smiled, "Understood, what do you wanna know?"He suddenly turned and saw a ferret...no, it was an Otter, the rudderlike tail made that obvious. But the fur color and eye color was definetly not what he'd expect an otter to have, of course there are Albino Ferrets, so it stands to reason that they probably would be Albino's of other species as well. He eyed the otter's blade warily, was this another goodbeast who was gonna jump to the wrong conclusions here and brand him as evil? "and Greetings to you too, nice weather today isn't it, nice and sunny." he smiled, intending to be as friendly as possible.
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Oct 17, 2010 12:47:56 GMT -5
Post by Sarin Bowleaf on Oct 17, 2010 12:47:56 GMT -5
Sarin was about to ask this vermin a question when they were interrupted. The red squirrel turned and initially thought that this beast was a ferret that is until he saw the rudder-like tail. This was interesting. Sarin had never seen an albino otter before. There was an albino squirrel, Sierra, back at the Abbey. Sierra was a Dibbun whose father had died in the last battle that Redwall had encountered, which was before Sarin had come.
“Good morrow to you, Otter. Excuse me but we were in the middle of something,” said Sarin, who was momentarily astounded by the emergence of the otter. He quickly focussed his attention back onto the fox. The Poisonmaster narrowed his eyes, leaned back and exhaled slowly, assessing as to what question he should ask this vermin. “Ah I don’t think I’ve asked yet. What is your name? And while we’re at it, what’s yours, otter?”
Sarin was irritated. First this fox is in Mossflower and now, this otter had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Sarin wasn’t sure how much of an expert this otter was at fighting – he had seen the blade that the beast carried – the fox would be ok. He hadn’t tried to resist when Sarin had attacked him, though this may still be a trap.
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