Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jan 23, 2008 17:18:54 GMT -5
The large gray fox ran through the woods with the hare's head in one paw and a large cutlass in the other. Followed by five lizards, a pine martin, six weasels, three ferrets and two large black rats. They had been running for thier lives. But now they were getting tired from all the fighting and running. The fox finally stopped. He turned to the creatures that had followed him and spoke in a commanding tone.
"Salvador! Chop down some branches and gather wood. You there! Pine Martin! Yes you! Gather some flint and some rocks. You three weasels! You got bows on you yes? Hunt some fowl for food! You two! Yes you searats! Go and find a stream or any kind of water. Everyone else scout around and make sure this area is safe!"
When everyone went off to do what they were commanded to do. The Fox sat down against a sycamore tree and looked at the cutlass. The blood on it had finally hardened and the blade was no more dripping. He would need to clean the blade sooner or later. Than he turned his head to the left and lifted his left paw up. There. Being held by it's long ears. Was the head of a hare. Drained of all blood and was no longer dripping. The fox smiled as he said "Im gonna skin your head and make a nice trophy out of you. For what you did to Richard." Satisfied. He stuffed the head in a bag he had been carrying and pulled out a rag and canteen. Spilling a little water on the rag, he started to clean the cutlass blade.
(Sorry if this is not very good. It has been a long time sence i last roleplayed.)
"Salvador! Chop down some branches and gather wood. You there! Pine Martin! Yes you! Gather some flint and some rocks. You three weasels! You got bows on you yes? Hunt some fowl for food! You two! Yes you searats! Go and find a stream or any kind of water. Everyone else scout around and make sure this area is safe!"
When everyone went off to do what they were commanded to do. The Fox sat down against a sycamore tree and looked at the cutlass. The blood on it had finally hardened and the blade was no more dripping. He would need to clean the blade sooner or later. Than he turned his head to the left and lifted his left paw up. There. Being held by it's long ears. Was the head of a hare. Drained of all blood and was no longer dripping. The fox smiled as he said "Im gonna skin your head and make a nice trophy out of you. For what you did to Richard." Satisfied. He stuffed the head in a bag he had been carrying and pulled out a rag and canteen. Spilling a little water on the rag, he started to clean the cutlass blade.
(Sorry if this is not very good. It has been a long time sence i last roleplayed.)