"Fufufu... ", the older ferrethag chucked openly,"He'd be th' one for not understanding... Gwahaha!" "Ooh, don't be mean to 'im!" Yonga scolded playfully to both Vaxdrea and Moonlight. She Ambled over to the corner of the healer's tent and selected a medium-sized sack. Raising the eyebrows of the others, she collected a variety of things from all corners of the tent. What did she need apples, oatbread, jerkied fish, bandages, and extra woundwort for in such a hurry? The answer became clear: "Here, take these," Yonga offered up the now full sack, "You might need it."
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 20, 2009 21:19:01 GMT -5
THe wolf shook his head. "Thanks, but I think I will stick around, at least for a bit. Its not like I can go anywhere much anyway. I'm still pretty tired and very sore." he explained. "Besides, you guys are starting to grow on me."
Yonga lowered the bag and set it at the edge of the table until it was needed. "Whoops, how silly of me,"the ferrethag said, giggling and dusting herself off, "Now why would I want you t' get your things t'gether early. I dearly don't like th' idea of you leavin'. You're quite charmin' yourself, for a wolf..." She continued to giggle almost childishly. Vaxdrea stared at her long and hard, wondering if she was succumbing to mental wear and tear. "Yonga, ye need a break?" Garrbod kidded, a wide grin spliting his features. Yonga tried to stop giggling, but failed fantastically.
------------------------------------------------------ Gullask entered the big tent, reserved for dining, listening to the cheif Yoatl, and general loitering. He was pleased to see that upwards of two score beasts were eating and gambling there. Dramatically he leaped upon a vacant tree stump, scattering some stone chips and disrupting a few ermines' game. "Oi! Mates, listen up!", Gullask hollered. The reply he recieved was less than welcome; the ermine whose game he had jumped on growled at him threateningly, "Anybeast who follows me'll get the riches I'm after!' The vermin got quiet. A weasel with horrid teeth and tatoos sneered at him. "What? Riches, fox? Pleah!" He spat on the floor,"He ain't got no riches. He gots nothin' but attitude an' grey fluff." Several vermin snickered at this. Gullask restrained the urge to bare his fangs. "Well, I don't have it yet..." He admitted, grinning craftily,"It is the white wolf's." The weasel became attentive. "Eh? How'd you learn that?" "He told me, he has many fine weapons, treasure too,"the fox lied,"Gather 'round an' I'll tell you more..."
Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jan 20, 2009 22:45:33 GMT -5
Most of the bowcat scouts were at the main camp now, packing up their tents and the such. Hans Vermeer only had about 60 cats with him so packing up was fast. He will have some assassins, bounty hunters or mercenaries come kill the wolf later when he was safe and hidden from the world again. For now, he needed to leave before his group got overwhelm or ambushed.
Yoatl Rang had followed the sound of the whistling arrow until he ran right out into the open in front of every bowcat alive. He ducked quickly and silently watched in awe as once again the seers were correct. The White One was here, in full view.....
Yaotl did not notice the two bowcats right behind him untill after they knocked him out with a simple club swing.
"Cap'n, if anybeast ever tells you a toad is slow, don't believe it. We barely made it t' the longboat ahead of those slimy devils."
The ancient seer froze in the shrubbery upon seeing his Cheif ambushed by the cats. He dearly wished he had gathered some Juskarang warriors to follow him before he went, but it was no use squandering thought over past mishaps. The Bowcats--or "Lethal Ones"--were hovering over Yoatl's unconscious form, conversing and gesturing quietly. Rithuan's eyes were drawn to another creature in the clearing, what appeared to be an arctic fox. He must be the White One! The fox seemed to be a commanding presense, with many fine and versatile weapons and complete authority over the felines. Rithuan closed his eyes and trusted the message the fates had sent. He stood and revealed himself, stepping weakly out of the cover of the undergrowth.
Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jan 21, 2009 0:13:50 GMT -5
The Bowcat looked a lot different since they first showed up in Mossflower Woods. Now they looked a lot more organized and meaner-looking, with their black and dark green tunics and shirts, some had coats, but all had vambraces of various expensive metals and rocks. The only thing about them that they kept in the past were their cheek scars, furry hats and their metal earrings.
About 10 other cats had their bows aimed at the old seer. One of them spoke "Paws up! Paws up! Keep them up! Don't make any sudden moves!"
Rithuan held both his paws forward in a peacable gesture as he staunchly replied. "There is no reason to distrust of me, Bowcats. I am only an oldbeast with no weapons." Then he smiled subtlely, "Besides, there are reasons other than villiany that foxes would come to your camp for..."
---------------------------------------------------------------- Upon hearing Gullask's fabricated descriptions of all the loot that was to be had if they followed his lead, nearly all of the Juska in the big tent were intent to follow the grey fox. Gullask sniggered wickedly under his breath as he swept his long dagger out of its sheath and waved it in the air. "Alright! Who's with me?!" A frenzied blast of thirty shouting voices met him as the ermine, weasels, rats, and foxes thrust their own various weapons into the air. The mob was afoot!
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 21, 2009 15:41:55 GMT -5
The wolf's ears pricked at the sound of the mob's call. That is decidedly not good. he thought to himself as he hopped down to the ground, flexing his shoulder and wincing slightly. He picked up the blade that was loaned to him. "I'm going to see what's going on. It doesn't sound like any thing good."
Yonga wrung her paws and stared after Moonlight as he turned to go investigate the rowdy cries. "Do be careful," she murmered. Garrbod gnawed on his lip, unsure of what was going to happen next.
----------------------------------- The small armed mob swept through the Juskarang camp, searching for the white wolf in every tent, by every cooking fire, and within the fringes of the forest. Four ermine berserkers now approached the healers' tent, their axes and large blades already out and ready for combat.
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 21, 2009 15:57:24 GMT -5
The wolf stepped from the tent and saw the four ermine. The way they held their weapons instantly alerted him to the fact that something was wrong, and he should be ready to defend himself. Forcing himself to look relaxed, he called out. "What is going on? Have you lost something terribly important?"
Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jan 21, 2009 16:11:52 GMT -5
Two of the bowcats grabbed the knocked out golden foxes' body and dragged him into the camp to Hans while others where leading the older fox at arrow point, when Hans turned to notice the two foxes. His appearance was stunning yet simple. He wore a gray Viking Tunic with Darker Gray lineing with a black belt and scabbard, his vambraces though were solid gold with line after line of emeralds on it. He wore no crown though, apparently to keep assassins or Long Patrol hares from pinpointing him. He carried his Sword Breaker dagger, mongol bow and his bearded axe, but he had apparently ditched his cutlass in favor of a sabre. Though this one was different because of it's 2 or 3 inch longer reach and the brass guard and black leather handle with gold wire wrap. It was surprisingly also double edged!
Yoatl Rang was regaining consciousness, but he was still a little confused and hurt. Having a headache and his vision still already blurry. At first, his hearing was horrible and he could only hear..... nothingness and a lot of muffled sounds. But soon his hearing the restored and he could hear every word around him....
He did have white fur, but being spring it was already starting to fall off. Soon he will be back to his gray color again. When Han's looked at his two captured prisoners and spoke. He did it with a calm voice. "Why are you spying on me? Who has hired you two to attempt the impossible? To kill a beast that is only born in rumor and mystery and might not even exist at all? How did you even know i am the great Hans Vermeer?"
The seer retained his expression of quiet civility, folding his bony paws into the sleeves of his mystical-seeming robes. "Hmm. I suppose you are speaking of yourself in such a grandiose way, and you may have fooled waterat farmers and fighters with such mannerisms, but I see your mind. You are not a Marlfox, though you rule the Island." He paused a beat to catch his breath, "Rest assured, Hans Vermeer, no beast holds a profit over our heads to gain our allegiance. We are Juska, not mercenaries. This golden fox is my Lord and Cheiftan of the Juskarang, Yoatl Rang, and neither of us came to spy. There are other ways to learn that which is previously hidden," At this the ancient fox smiled more broadly, and knowingly.
------------------------------------------------- The ermine berserkers jumped at the sudden sight of Moonlight standing tall before them, but they quickly recovered and grinned gleefully as they charged the wolf. "Yaharrr, et's ours, laddies!!", The fastest one roared, holding his axe high to chop at Moonlight's torso.
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 21, 2009 16:43:46 GMT -5
With lightning speed, Moonlight ducked to the side and slashed at the ermine's leg tendons as it ran past him. The key in a big fight was to cripple opponents, as that took less time than killing them. Tendons, arms, hands, whatever it takes to put them out of commision. "So what's all this about? You bring a beast in, care for his wounds and have him wait to talk to your Chief and then you try to kill him? Barbaric."
Yonga heard the wounded ermine squeal in agony and rushed outside. She gasped at the sight of the vermin, his left leg barely attatched, and looked with wide eyes at the other three berserker Juska trying to rush the wolf while he was distracted. "Moonlight, look out!!"The ferrethag cried out, pointing to the aggressors. One tried the white wolf's own trick on him, sweeping his claymore at his legs.
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 21, 2009 17:05:39 GMT -5
Jumping backwards, he held the blade straight out towards the rushing beast and as the beast went to beat down the blade, pulled it back and drove the point into the elbow, forcing the blade to clatter to the ground. The wolf's eyes continuously danced from beast to beast.