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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 23, 2008 23:08:51 GMT -5
In the far south of mossflower woods. There is a desert. Burning Hot at day and Freezing Cold at night. Few creatures can survive it's horrible temperatures. Let alone the hazardous wildlife like highly poisonous snakes and venomous scorpions. Lets not forget cannibal lizards and horrible cats who only need to drink the blood of their pray to quince their thirst...
But there was a beast who defeated and survived all those trials. A Mongoose. A snake murderer and one who had overcame the desert's challenges...
He had been walking most of the day. His head covered in a white turban to protect him from the sun and a tough surcoat made from the skin of a python to defend him from the sands. His angry frown and glare had never changed when he noticed the sands where starting to disappear and grass took it's place. Though deep inside he was pleased and relieved that things were turning greener. It meant only one thing... Food and water. And alot of it!
He looked at the edge of the forest. Not too far away now. All it would take now is a few minutes and he was inside the forest. He drunk what was left of his water and ate his last bits of food before he started off to the woods...
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 24, 2008 9:30:05 GMT -5
Shardear Bluddtip had her gang camped in the scrubby no-man's-land between the burning desert and the fertile woodlands. It was a prime place to ambush travelers. Her band were only 13, but they were strong. Shardear herself had culled the weak ones. The horribly scarred pine marten put down her notorious spear and drew a chipped, rusty cutlass. She took a few practice swings with it, narrowly missing chopping the ear off of her youngest recruit, a weasel. "Yangroo! Yer s'posed t' be watchin' the path yew mizzuble weed!" She gripped the weasel cruely by the ear and hurled him into a patch of rocky ground. The little weasel scurried off and took up his position on a high rock overlooking the narrow path. Shardear grinned savagely. Today was already looking better.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 24, 2008 11:56:37 GMT -5
The large,scarred and heavily armed Mongoose was walking on that narrow path. The sun beating on his back. Causing a slight shine on his weapons. His sharp eyes caught the weasel. But as suddenly as he noticed. He ignore the beast. Not even caring about it or it's life. Goodbeast or Vermin. Nothing was different between them. If forced into doing something for the right of being a freebeast. They will do anything to earn that right. Even killing each other. Vermin more willing. But Goodbeasts too. No difference. He continued to walk alone that path. His facial expression not even changing an inch.
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 24, 2008 12:07:31 GMT -5
Yangroo the weasel jumped at the sight of the strange creature, then remembered his duty and reported back to Shardear. "What d'yew mean a giant weasel?!?"The pine marten screamed, kicking the dull-witted Yangroo,"What're yew then?! A miniature falcon? Go and tell the others, and git my archers!" Still fuming, Shardear grabbed her red-dyed spear and climbed the rock to investigate the 'giant weasel'.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 24, 2008 20:47:21 GMT -5
The Mongoose was almost there. Almost in those woods. When he noticed a track. "Slide" marks on the ground. Meaning only one thing. A snake. Like any Mongoose. He harbored a intense hatred for snakes. Good fortune is that it might be heading into the forest. He tightened his grip on the Spetum as he started to follow the trail left behind by the giant reptile. Hopefully it's a big one. Big ones are always the most challenging.
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 24, 2008 21:03:43 GMT -5
Shardear watched the creature from a crouch on the pinnacle of the rock and sniggered. Stupid beast!, she thought gleefullyDistracting himself with a simple snake track! Easy meat! Sliding down to ground level, Shardear saw her 'troops' scurrying up, ready for a raid. There was Yangroo, plus two much larger weasels, two swarthy stoats, two lanky foxes with chunks missing from their ears, and three fellow martens. Her lone rat and ferret were missing; she presumed they were guarding her slave. " Alright yew scrapin's of the desert! That ain't no giant weasel; it's a mongoose. This is what we'll do: Fridga the weasel will git in them woods yonder with yore bow an' wait for it. The rest of yew come in at a pincher." The disfigured marten brandished her spear with a wild grin."Mess up an' I'll gut ye. Ready? Let's go!"
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 26, 2008 15:40:16 GMT -5
What Shardear was going to do was a very risky move. If anything went wrong. A mongoose could easily outwit, outrun and even overpower most other vermin easily. even multiple targets! Also Mongooses mostly fight to the death. Like they always had with their hated rival. The snake.
Shatrunjay is noticing that there are even more of the vermin than before. He had first noticed the weasel. And when he retreated. He heard a scream of rage. What were they? Slavers? Maybe. Robbers? More likely. Savages? Hard to tell. Whatever they were. He had to make a stand. A snake trail can stay for awhile. These guys are not going to wait for him to find the beast. He slowly reached into his pack for some small Chakrams. Which he mostly used to disable beasts. It was rare to kill a beast with them unless they struck the throat. He mainly used them to strike legs and foot paws and also cut off paws. Sometimes even cut bowstrings. Disabling his enemies. Which will help a lot because he was bound to be outnumbered...
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 27, 2008 6:47:16 GMT -5
"Get 'im, mates!", Shardear shouted gleefully, urging her gang on from behind the two hulking stoats. The group had spread out into a V-shape, the fastest runners being on the outside. The pine marten's eye shone covetously at the sight of the mongoose's blade. If the plan worked they would have a new slave and a new weapon by sundown. She grinned again.
The front runners, two of the pine marten and one of the foxes, were nearing where the mongoose stood. Slightly afraid that the mongoose was not yet running but even more fearful of the consequenses of insubordination, the fox hefted his short javelin and prepared to throw it.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 27, 2008 17:29:08 GMT -5
When he heard the shout. That's when he struck. The mongoose turned and threw three small Chakrams skillfully in a attempt to disable the fox. Maybe even kill him if lucky. Though they were not noticeable other than the shine of light that reflected off them. He flung a few more at the two Pine Martins too. He looked around quickly. Noticing there were even more of the pack. He once again moved a down into his pack to pull a few more out....
He caught a look at the most scarred up Pine Martin he ever saw. A ugly female Pine Martin. More likely at the bottom of the pecking order. One eye and messed up ears make it a little harder for a beast to see and hear. She could be easily dealt with when that time came. For now. He would Begin to take out those who were better fit and therefore stronger.
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 27, 2008 19:56:28 GMT -5
Shardear fumed as the fox about to throw the javelin tripped, clutching three wounds on his torso. A pine marten with a long dagger fell soon afterwards, a single, ring-like blade transfixed in his neck. The second pine marten had the time and wits to drop to the ground. Shardear snarled and slapped the nearest vermin with the flat of her cutlass. "Yew lily-livered frogs! 'E's just chunking liddle chakrams at us; they cain't kill yer!" She hoped this ruse would put heart into her creatures, despite the obviously dead pine marten turning the sand red at her feet.
Screaming a war cry, Yangroo the weasel and the stoats rushed the mongoose head on, and the remaining fox and pine marten came on either side. Shardear took a breather and stood back, watching her plan go to work. With superior numbers and a knowledge of the land, the mongoose should have no choice but to flee into the forest, where a surprise was waiting for him. Shardear picked at her gritty claws and grinned like a maddened wolf. Otherwise it was no big deal to lose a couple of vermin for a big prize like this.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 27, 2008 20:36:52 GMT -5
To Shatrunjay. It was just like any arena battle but with a twist. Instead of a free for all where everyone is against each other. It's a team up battle! Everyone is coming to kill him! He was alone. He dug his paw back into the pack and jerked even more out along with the few he pulled. But about four in his teeth. And flung the ten he pulled out right at Yangroo and the two stoats. He took the other four and threw them at the Pine Martin. Now for the fox! He charged forward with the Spetum up front for a thrust. He was not sure if he stopped the stoats or the Pine Martin. But he did buy him some time to take on the fox and to keep a bit of distance form the others using his pole arm. Distance was important. If too many of them get in too close. Even he could not muscle his way out from under all of them.
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 27, 2008 21:14:58 GMT -5
The fox was slain before he could even lift his sword. The stoats had fared better, being uninjured because of their landing ontop of Yangroo and the pine marten. Shardear was furious at her beast's incompetance, but it had now occured to her that this mongoose was a better fighter than she had expected him to be.
Shardear's craven heart failed her. Leaving her vermin to their deaths, she took off for where Fridga the weasel archer was hidden, hoping that the mongoose would not notice her departure in time for him to give chase.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 27, 2008 21:29:23 GMT -5
Pitted alone with two stoats was nothing different from any other match for the mongoose. His polearm would be long enough to keep them a distance and even slay them. Though he might let one go if it become smart for it to flee. He was really not focused on kill these creatures now. Mainly tracking the snake and retrieving his Chakrams. Though maybe there was something worth picking from the beasts he had slain...
He thrusted forward at one of the stoats with the polearm.
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Post by blackfox7 on Feb 27, 2008 21:42:07 GMT -5
The stoat was taken though the shoulder, but this vermin was slightly more experienced than the others and wrenched himself free. The other stoat tried to feint around to the mongoose's side and stab him with his dagger.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shard was running as fast as she could from the mongoose, unaware that he was not chasing her. The pine marten could at last she her weasel archer as she rounded the first trees. Fridga looked stunned as her leader berated her.
"Stupid! Could yew not see what was happenin' out there?!?" "Bu-But, ya tol' me to wait until th' mongoo--oof!" Shardear silenced her with a hefty punch that belied her emaciated appearance. "Ah, shuttup an' follow me, scum. We've got to get away from that beast!"
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 27, 2008 21:58:52 GMT -5
The mongoose was forced to drop the polearm to grab the stoat's dagger arm before he ran him through the neck. Though he felt the tip of the blade break his skin and cause it to slightly bleed. The mongoose quickly drew his own dagger. A long curved one and attempted to stab the one he wounded in the head. Hoping to be rewarded with the sickening crack of the blade breaking through the skull. He was at the most riskiest positions right now. Trying to twist the arm of one stoat with one paw and trying to kill the stoat with his dagger that was in his other paw. His only hope being experience, swiftness, luck and his own muscular strength...
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