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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:36 pm
Flik was pretty sure that he had gone the wrong way, and he did not much care for stumbling around in the dark, as he was doing now. He was still so unsure of himself in Fangroot, especially after last week's incident with the poison ivy. That rash on his hind end still hadn't cleared up completely - he scratched himself there absentmindedly. It didn't help that he was clumsy up in the treetops, that meant he usually ended up on the ground, where all manner of nastiness resided... and the thought of that made him itch even worse. He was just grateful the rash hadn't spread to his tail.
He was on a mission, you see - after having heard tales of glorious battles and even more glorious heroes, Flik was determined to become a renowned warrior. It was important that he become battle-hardened and courageous so that he could win the hearts of women. ALL the women. He didn't know why, but he knew that all heroes had three things: legendary weapons, defining features, and women who loved them. So, he needed them too. The women, that is. He already had the defining feature, his fabulous tail. The weapons would come with time, but the women! They were the tricky part.
Where was he? Oh, yes! Down on the forest floor of Fangroot, searching for a way back up into the trees that seemed fairly sturdy, and darn it all, he had just stumbled into another pile of odd-shaped stinky leaves. He hoisted his tail up over them as high as he could without his feet leaving the ground, his face contorted with worry. Surely this was just a test of character, surely it was just meant to hone his nerves or make him stronger or something!
If that was the case, it certainly wasn't working.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 6:09 pm
The mighty (shrill) battle cry (shriek) rang through the still forests of Fangroot, shortly followed by two terrifying voiceless shouting wordless challenges at the top of their lungs. The thunder of feet, the crashing of trampled twigs and branches--it sounded as though a small stampede was making its way through the trees, something utterly unheard of in the dangerous, dense woodlands. Fangroot was, as Flik had quickly learned, by no means friendly terrain for travelers on foot, but this monstrosity seemed unfazed. Quite the contrary, it sounded like it was destroying everything and its path, and with ease! The reasons why became apparent very quickly.
Through the bushes emerged a massive, massive neon blue and black beetle, upon whom perched two tiny mice. The little lad seated in front, an ittybitty spotted mouse sporting a poofy feathered hat, had a firm hold on a grass-rope harness, the only thing keeping the pair from sliding from the beetle's smooth back to the ground below. Behind him, one hand firmly gripping the lad's waistcoat to maintain her balance, stood a marginally older mousemaid in an...exceptional outfit. She was something out of any child's dream, a roaring (or possibly singing) champion in tribal paint and a massive white wig, holding aloft an impressive(ly pitiful) purple squid-staff! The mousemaid rode behind her companion as if surfing, whooping warcries and waving her staff towards imaginary foes.
The trio raced past Flik, and disappeared around a large oak, voices fading in the distance.
...only to return moments later, whooping and hollering, as they popped from behind another bush. The beetle came to a sudden halt at a "WOOOOOOAH BRIS!" from the mouse lad, but it was the mousemaid who address Flik, jabbing towards him with her squidstick and staring imperiously down at him from on high. "Who goes there?! Tell, or Boris'll eatcha!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 7:39 pm
Flik wasn't sure what to think - he was completely shocked at first as the giant beetle tore out from the bushes, and his mouth dropped open at the sight of the two mouse children on the back of the armored monstrosity. But after a moment of standing there catching flies, his shock was replaced with pure excitement. These two were clearly warriors! Well, the girl was, anyways. She even had her own legendary weapon! And the boy, he must have been some kind of beast-tamer, that was as good as any weapon!
Wait... a girl! Those were like tiny women, right? Or half of a woman? Either way, it was a step forward! Flik used one hand to smooth his tail fur and the other to straighten the fur on his ear tips, then summoned up every bit of grace that he had and bowed towards the two mice as best as he knew how. One arm was splayed out behind him, the other against his chest so tightly that his chest fur almost completely covered it, and his right leg off the ground and bent back. His left leg shook under his own weight, and he struggled to maintain his 'elegant' pose.
"N-name's Flik! Flik Fullbrush! Imma warrior from th' Fangrootles!" He puffed out his chest for greater effect, and nearly sent himself toppling forward in the process. Figuring that was enough of an elegant introduction, he quickly pulled himself out of his ridiculous bow and faced the pair (plus beetle) with wide eyes.
"Whur'd you get that purply doomstick, marm? Right strong lookin', it is! Whur'd you get it, ay?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 9:09 pm
  As the three children made their impressive introductions, there were two squirrels (of the dastardly sort) sitting in a tree nearby. They were snacking on the legbone of a small frog that they had happened across earlier who had not had the best of days as far as days and ‘best’ are concerned. “Nixt time you needs to get’us a beast with less bounce. I gots indigestion jist trying to catch the leg so’s I could eat it.” Twine rolled his eyes and stared off into the distance. “Next time, you can help me and then we can avoid the typical complaint process that comes after I find your lazy rear end something to eat. Which, by the way, I don’t have to do.” “The Deity saiz we gotsta look after the brothers an sisterses so’s that the clan kin live and prosper and all that j**.” Rango liked her lips free of the frog’s blood and let the fragment of leg bone fall down through the low tree branches to the floor below them. She watched it fall all the way down with a smirk. “All that Jazz.” Twine rolled his eyes again. “An don’t quote the Deity at me. I can read, which is more than I can say for you.” He dropped his own portion of leg bone and watched it fall in much the same fashion as rango’s had, only hitting different branches. “And just so you know, next time you’re catching lunch and I’m gonna sit next to YOU and complain about how tough it is, and how awful it is, and how stringy frogs taste.” “Heh. Dumass… Joke’s on yeh.” She wiped her paw on her tail. “I cain’t catch me a frog if’n I even wanted to.” She pointed to her eyepatch with the same paw. “Cain’t always tell what distance a running beast is at, ain’t got no chance with a hopper.” She laughed at him. “Cain’t even tell how far ups we is right now.” “Far enough.” Twine knew it was stupid for a squirrel to be slightly fearful of heights, but it also might have been that very blip in his personality that had led him to join the deity and the Boss in the Harrowgate clan. He sighed. “How much longer?” “Not much.” For what Rango lacked in sight, she made up for with her other senses. Right now she was listening to a large animal tromping through the woods. She had assumed it was a badger or possibly even a cat of some kind. But what came tromping through the bushes a moment later was two small mice riding a bug mount. Once they had passed, Rango looked over at her current partner and shrugged. “Cain’t blame me fer that’n. Badger was the good guess, giant bug being ridden by baby mice in wigs n hats was a long shot at bes.” Twine rolled his eyes again, this time so hard that it kind of hurt. “Do we want mounter mice?” Rango turned back to Twine with a grin. “The Boss saiys all beasts r good fer the clan.” “Yeah.” Said Twine. “But some taste better than others.” ((introductory to trouble... one more post from Moo and I'll bring it on. Though, Mnara, you can feel free to respond to whatever Moo says if you get to it before I get to mine. XD which you probably will since I have a play tomorrow morning at 8. ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:38 pm
Flattery could get anyone just about anywhere, where Toki was concerned. Oh, she didn't turn into a gushy mess with a compliment, but when Toki was in Queen of the Forest mode, acknowledging her Amazing Superiority was sure to get one on her good side. The fact that Flik's approval was genuine was that much better for the both of them--though, to be quite honest, the young squirrel was "safe" from the moment he mentioned Fangroot. (Safe. Because Toki and Burrik are oh-so-deadly, you know. Rogues and marauders. Anyway.)
"Fangrooter!" she trilled, immediately amiable, and, releasing her grip on the little mouse, slid down the beetle's smooth shell to land nimbly on the ground before Flik. "Why din'tcha say so? Me'n Burrik're Rooters too, aren't we Burrik?"
She didn't give the little lad a chance to respond--and he didn't seem to expect one, but merely nodded along as he too slid to the ground. The moment tiny Burrik broke contact with the beetle, the insect began to rapidly shrink, dwindling in size until it came no higher than the little lad's knee. Ignoring this feat of magic entirely, Toki went right on chattering through the display, while behind her Burrik fussed about, winding up the grassrope harness--which, notably, did not shrink with the beetle.
"Nice t'meetcha, then. I~'m Toki," she went on, complete with broad thrumb-gesture to herself. "And this is Burrik. An' his bug, Boris. We're huntin' grorspittles for snausages," she explained matter-of-factly, as if these were perfectly common terms. "This," she explained proudly, twirling the slim staff about then thrusting it forward for Flik's inspection, "Is my Squidstick. I found it onna brave quest, when a big black fox said 'Toki, go to tha river an' find tha magical squidstick! When ya pull it from the river, you will be Warrior Queen of alla--'"
"S'founnit all bent an' stuckinna stump," Burrik cut in, frowning sternly at the mousemaid. Toki, unabashed, stuck out her tongue in response. "My story was better."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:17 pm
As Toki spoke of Fangroot, Flik began to beam, utterly pleased by his lucky find. Two strong and brave warriors, from his own tribe! Surely he could learn a lot from them!... or at least find the spot where Toki found her amazing doomstick!
"Aw, s'awright, stick that strong hasta be awesome no mah'r how y'get it, ay?" He was still visibly impressed. And to top it all off, they were on a grand adventure! - but what in the world were grorspittles?
"Ay, wot's grorspittles then?" As he spoke, he realized that, since he hadn't heard of them, they must be some fabulously mysterious beast that only true warriors could seek out and destroy. Of course! He smacked his own forehead with one paw, blabbering on out of embarassment. "Du'oh, I mean, I ain't never seen one m'self... W-what's they like?"
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Keppit rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 5:48 pm
Rango and Twine had snuck up on the meeting of tiny warriors as the beetle was still tromping around noisily. It hadn't been too hard from that moment to sit quietly in a tree and converse in low tones and still be close enough to clearly hear what the little fighters were saying.
"'s enough to melt cher wooden hearts Twine, ain't it? He ain't never met the mounters before, and here's fate chuckin 'em into the mitts of the clan bes." She looked over conspiratorially at Twine and winked. "An by the bes, I o'couse means you an me. You cuz o yer quick paws and me cause o my common senses and my funny bone."
Twine rolled his eyes (something he was very apt to do when he was in close proximity to beasts with 'common senses').
"I mean, here we're gonna eat 'em, and they ain't even gots a clue..." She held both her paws out in front of her as if it expressed her sheer amazement in fate, regardless of how completely and utterly un-amazing the circumstances were.
"Right." He crossed his arms across his chest and held one of his elbows in his other paw so that he could rest his head in his paw while she talked... which she seemed to be able to do at length. When she had expressed her displeasure with something called 'kizmit', her sheer delight in all things plausible when compared to life's events, a slight irritation with the colour blue and her theories on how colours of feathers could possibly effect the the fletching of paralitic darts, she used the topic of darts to segway into poison and Twine knew that poison would again lead to frogs and the 'conversation' would take a full circle and she'd start all over again. With a sigh, he held up a paw to stop her so he could interject. "Can you just... pit'em?"
She turned and looked at the three kids on the forest floor underneath them as if she were seeing them for the first time. "Enh." She shrugged. "The tail is standin in fronts of the boy mouse and I kin probally doubleshot 'em both... but I cain't get the one with the hair." She cocked her head to the side. "I wonder why she wears it like that..." It was a statement... not a question.
Twine sighed again. "So... you double shot the tail and the hat mouse, I'll pin the hair mouse back with an arrow?"
Rango nodded and pulled a small blow pipe out of her belt. With one deft movement of her paws she had loaded a small dart into the back end and put a second one into her mouth for a second shot... "Yesh. Bud you kin hedder one good uf u want. I doand really caer eider way."
"You know..." He paused in thought as he loaded a blue fletched arrow onto his short bow and notched it. "You could at least have waited to put a poison dart into your mouth until after you were done talking. That's just what I need. To have to drag your paralit body outta harms way cause you're too stupid not to talk with darts in yer mouth."
"O u liyk id an u knowed id." She grinned at him.
"There's something to be said for the good shot being the beast with no depth perception. You cain't tell how far we are away from them, but you kin hittem with your hands tied to your tail if'n you wanted to."
"Das Kiz-mid."
There was a swish in the air as Rango let her first dart fly. (( first roll )) It hit Filk in the left shoulder, sending a numbing sensation down his entire left side, making his left arm and entire lower half extremely unruly almost immediately. It was followed ridiculously closely by a second swish (( second roll)) that probably left Burrik wondering why there was a small dart with orange fletching sticking out of his right hip. Both his legs would be numb and unruly within seconds of Flik's...
In between Rango's well aimed shots, Twine let loose his arrow which found it's mark as it lodged in Toki's (debateably marvelous) hair (( 3 )) which was now pinned to the tree by the arrow.
The two Harrowgate squirrels dropped seemlessly out of their tree with a grin and tossed a net over the two boys and the bug. Before they could really react, Twine had pulled the net taut and made a net bag around the three critters. Toki's hair was another matter. Rango decided to deal with that herself. "Here's... lemme helps you wit yur hair there." She flung a tiny dart at Toki, making the mousemaid numb from the neck down long enough for Rango to pull the arrow from the tree and force the mouselet down into the dirt and sit on her. "Awww, yeh three kin relax.... get it?" She laughed at her own (bad) joke and pointed at the net. "Twine it up already Twine. Yeh gots about 15 secinds afore they're able to move agin and whatnot."
"Mind your own bisiness. My bag is already knotted" (and it was, leaving very close quarters for the squirrel boy, the mouse boy and the bug) ... "What are you gonna do baout the queen-a the jungle under your tail there?"
"I'm gonna tie her in a knot and carry her myself. You bes get that bug outta there afore the hat makes it big and it breaks yer net."
There was a short struggle while Twine quickly untied the bag, whipped out the bug, and then tied the bag again before the boys could move again. "Course... " He gestured at the bag at his feet. "They're smaller than normal. They kin get their arms and feet through the weave."
Rango just shrugged and tied Toki's paws behind her back.
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Moofuls generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:53 pm
And the praise continued! Toki puffed up proudly and stuck out her tongue at Burrik, who rolled his eyes and went back to carefully folding the grass-rope harness. The mousemaid, undeterred, cheerfully addressed the young squirrel's question. "Wella grorspittle's sorta like a giant frog, but bright ornge, with a big purple tongue an' lots of sharp bla--" Toki toppled sideways into a tree as a sudden jerk to her magnificent wig pulled her off balance; she attempted to stand, but found herself firmly held in place by her hair, which seemed to have become quite fond of the tree. (But it's a wig, you may say. Can't she just pull out of it? Alas, Toki's wig fitting would do a drag queen proud; the hair was firmly affixed in place.) "Burrik, is this one-a your magic tricks?" she snapped, attempting to crane her head around and find the mouselad.
Burrik had hit the ground almost the moment the dart hit him, and was stretched out on his side and grasping for the blue beetle. He didn't seem unduly worried by the fact that his legs were utterly refusing to move; by the looks of things, Flik's limbs weren't working either. "C'mon, Bris," he cooed, streeeetching fruitlessly for the bug as a net suddenly descended over both himself and the young squirrel. They were quickly bundled together; Burrik could almost, almost reach to burst them free, but just as quickly poor Boris was plucked free of the net and tossed well away from the mouse lad.
Simultaneously, Toki had been pricked by a dart of her own and left hanging awkwardly by her hair from the arrow lodged in the tree--which hurt. "Baaaaaaah, ya stupid yellow-bellied burfsmarkin' plastadass--" The mousemaid's little tirade was cut short when she was plucked from the tree with the ease of picking apples (which had probably done a number on her poor wig!), dumped to the ground, and sat on. Leaves and dirt quickly muffled her words, but the intent was clear. Toki would be more than happy to show these squirrels a thing or two once her limbs started working again!
In the bag, Burrik's legs may be numb, but his arms were working just fine. He wormed his hands through the netting and made a grab for Toki's discarded squidstick. When he missed (Which really wasn't surprising, the staff was quite far away), he turned his attention instead to his captor and, screwing up his face, lashed out with a sharp bit of magic (for DICEROLL damage). For such a tiny mouse, Burrik's magical assault was a clean and sharp force, sleek and swift as any blade.
Meanwhile, Toki was still flying through every insult should could imagine through her mouthfull of dirt and leaves. She wasn't struggling; she couldn't feel her limbs, after all. Movement returned swiftly, however; the drug was powerful, but short-lived. The moment the squirrel stood to bind her wrists, the mousemaid rolled over and clumsily tucked her knees against her chest, then kicked full-on with all of her strength towards the squirrel's, ahem, nether regions.
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Mnara generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:31 pm
Flik was listening intently to Toki when he realized his legs had collapsed under him - and then things got hazy as he saw Burrik fall and Toki get pinned to the tree by her wig. He struggled to prop himself up, but his left arm was utterly useless, and he only managed to smack himself straight into the ground again.
"Wat? OY!" He grunted in frustration, still unsure of what was happening. It wasn't until the net had closed around them that Flik realized what was going on. The squirrel boy was... well, not the brightest bandana in the bureau.
But once he put two and two together, he saw red. Pinning his ears back, he began flailing about inside the net, managing to smack himself and Burrik a bit in the process.
"YA BUGGURS! YER GONN' GET IT!" If he hadn't been drooling a bit out of one side of his mouth from the dart, he would've been foaming at the mouth with rage. He shoved his arm through one of the holes in the netting and made a grab for some twigs, failed, and settled for lashing out at the male squirrel with his claws (for roll damage).
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Keppit rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 4:45 pm
Toki's well placed footpaw connected with Rango's good bits, and she doubled over in surprise and mild pain. On the way back down, Toki's foot managed to catch the corner of a stick, levering the sharp end of the broken branch up into the back of Rango's leg. THIS injury, was much more attention grabbing than a kick to the crotch and Rango seized at the stick wound with a grimace. "Yeh rotten little mounter mousse!" She lashed out with a forepaw and caught Toki in the chin, knocking her senseless long enough for Rango to lash a rope around her hands, looping it around and tying the other end of the long rope to Toki's left foot. When and if the mousemaid gave Rango trouble, she could simply pull on either end of the rope and either topple the wigged mouse forward or backwards simply by which limb she pulled on. "An doan chu think I woan be alrigh with draggin yer tail around if'n ye's woan walk."
Twine had watched this whole procedure with well contained pleasure. He thought it oddly fitting that the girl Clan member would be the one who gets kicked in the family jewels. All he could think of was that it was probably this 'Kizmet' thing that Rango was always on about, that had kept his own 'jewels' safe. Twine had been standing over the tie on the net bag when Burrik's attack got him in the shin... without warning a long gash opened up diagonally across his right leg, while a little red paw reached out and scratched a less deep semi matching mark on his left shin. Barking out obscenities right and left (for right and left wounds), he hopped back to get away from the bag of warrior boys. "DART 'EM!" he hollered at Rango...
Instead of reaching for her darts, Rango pulled hard enough on Toki's rope to topple her over and dragged her a few steps, grabbed the net full of fighter boys and flipped them over so that they were face down. "Aw, git over it, yeh wussie." She pulled on Toki's rope again just to be cruel and make sure the mousemaid couldn't get up while she was talking to Twine. "I tol' you time and time agin, yeh cain't dart a critter more n once in a quarter day! It makes 'em taste bad and maybe even makes 'em die if'n they've got bad health."
Twine grumbled as he sat on the ground holding his shins. "Well what am I supposed to do with 'em? That hat has magic!"
"Cut offa 'is paws, I doan think he can do magic without 'em." She turned to address the boys who, despite being face down in a tight net, could both move fully again. "Is that how yeh do yer magic's little hat? Yeh uses yer hands?" She poked at the squirrel's tail... "Heya lookit here Twine, this'n's gotta tail to rival the Mother's..." She poked his tail again.
Meanwhile Twine had found Boris, the beetle, and had grabbed it by the nose. "Alright hat, you or the tail there get iffy again like that, and I'll snap the nose off this mount beetle thing here that you was riding."
"That's usin yer head!" Rango manhandled Toki's rope until the mousemaid was basically on her feet again. It was very apparent that while Rango was backwards and quite hickish, she was obviously the more apt and skillful of the two when it came to quick thinking. It wasn't very apparent yet what it was that Twine was good at. Aside from rolling his eyes of course.
"Alright" Twine gave the net a minor tug with one paw and the bug's nose with another. "can you handle your hairmouse there? Can she walk?"
Rango gave a shrug. "If'n not then I guess she'll get dirt burn."
Twine sighed. "We'll be picking gravel out of the meat all night."
Then without even so much as another word between them, the two of them started out through the forest... dragging the net and bug, pulling Toki's ropes...
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(( I can move this on to a place where there's more for you guys to do if you like, or you can each get a couple of posts in while they're in transit... I realize that it's hard to rp when your options are so limited, but if you can think of something then don't let me stop you XD if not, then just post a breif reaction to being dragged/kidnapped by cannibals, and I'll move it along ^_^ ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:14 am
It figured that the squirrel was a girl. Toki hadn't exactly had the opportunity for a closer look--and with that voice, well, it was anyone's guess! She didn't have time to be disappointed for the largely-useless kick or pleased for the accidental stick-stabbing, because the squirrel responded with a sharp cuff that left the mousemaid's head spinning. By the time she had regained some sort of focus, her hands were tightly bound, and her left foot with them.
Up, down, up, down. The next few minutes were a series of falls and dragging and standing and falling again as the squirrel manhandled her about while assisting the other with the captives in the net. Toki, still dazed, largely attempted to comply out of a subconscious understanding that dragging was bad. As her head began to clear, however, curses returned to her lips and more often than not she flopped to the ground, enduring ruffed and mussied fur--an altogether uncomfortable experience--and strained legs and arms for her own little piece of revenge. Sure, it was unpleasant, but it meant that the squirrel had to work that much harder to drag her along, and that was worth it.
In the net, Burrik had quailed a bit, JUST a bit, at the mention of chopping off his paws. He really liked his paws. They were good for all sorts of things, though magic--perhaps fortunately--was not one. While Burrik was gearing himself up for magical net-slicing, however, the squirrels found a real threat to hold over his head. Poor Boris was quite distressed for behind held off the ground by his nose; his six legs paddled frantically at the air, and he emitted a series of deep clicks that were probably the bug equivalent of shrieks of terror. Whatever the sound meant, it was enough to completely deflate little Burrik. "S'okay, Bris, s'okay. Sk-wirruls, nu'more magic, pr'mise. Don'chu hurt Bris!"
As the two squirrels started off with their captives, their progress was accompanied by furious, colorful language from the dragging mousemaid and quiet, soothing words for his beetle from the lad in the net. Neither mouse seemed particularly worried for their plight; it was an annoying inconvenience, but they had been in scrapes before and would get out of this one much the same. Right! ...Right?
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 4:36 pm
It was frustrating to Flik to see his new friends in distress, and to digest the fact that they were all being captured and were in huge trouble - but all of his frustration was drowned in a new wave of rage as his tail was poked by the dumber of the two captors. He spat and writhed in the netting, trying his hardest to pull his tail away from the female.
"Bugg'r! Grease-face! Muckbreath! Fatclaw GRISTLE BOTTOM!" Streams of increasingly creative curses fell from him, and weren't going to be stopping anytime soon.
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( I'm good on travel posts for now :B )
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:07 am
Several hours passed in much the same manor as the initial one... lots of cussing and fussing... the two Harrowgaters bickered endlessly, doing their best to ignore the little creatures in their nets. Rango seemed to find a great deal of pleasure in making it difficult for Toki to walk normally. In fact, any time the mousemaid spoke, the female squirrel made a point of trying to topple her by pulling on the rope. Twine, on the other hand, seemed to content to simply drag the net with the boys in it.
"You know..." Started Twine after a significant silence for the two squirrels... "I can't remember where that Porter was."
This time it was Rango's turn to roll her eyes at her fellow squirrel. "Fer the last time! It's a curly cat carved inta a tree." She seemed to be casting her eyes around, looking for said tree... unfortunately, they hadn't noticed, but they'd passed a rather burly treebase about 30 seconds ago that did indeed have a carved rendering of a little cat on it, all curled up and sleeping. The kids probably didn't know exactly what a porter was, but at their angle in the net, the two boys would have had an easy time seeing the marking if they were paying any attention....
"I jest want to get there and touch it so we can get the heck outta here." Twine whined. "I'm tired of walking and walking and walking. And these ruffs are heavy!" He gestured wildly at the boys, causing the net to tilt into a small rock... where it caught. "Ugh!" Twine whined again. "At least you don't have to drag anything!" He gave the net a great tug, trying to free it from the rock without having to bed over. "Yers is walking all be itself!"
It was a good thing that Rango didn't respond... because on Twine's last tug, the net came free... and the only reason the net had come free was because two of the ropes on the bottom (all worn and muddy from being dragged in the dirt) had torn free of their knots, leaving a hole barely big enough for either boy.
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