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Post by Administrator on Oct 22, 2009 2:06:35 GMT -5
"I'm thirsty," Ytalin complained, squinting up at the blazing sun. Her companion, Hobbes said nothing. This, however, was typical. "I'm taking a break," Ytalin announced. Wordlessly her squirrel friend unloaded the tent-canopy, several scones, and two water flasks as Ytalin stretched out on the warm grass.
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Post by vela on Oct 22, 2009 12:20:41 GMT -5
OOC//Oh, hey Fierce! Elmdance isn't actually written down either, but she's a squirrelmaid, about 10 seasons, was supposed to go to Redwall to learn to be a sister, but didn't want to and left going somewhere else. Appears that Southsward is where she went. Mind if I join in?
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Post by Administrator on Oct 22, 2009 22:05:18 GMT -5
((The more, the merrier! Why on earth would you need to ask?))
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Post by vela on Oct 23, 2009 12:15:30 GMT -5
OOC// Don't really know, really, just wanted t'check....
BIC// Elmdance Birchshaft was tired. Very tired. Her young limbs, usually quite obedient to her, had failed in their task, that is, getting the young squirrelmaid where she wanted to go. Some warrior I turned out to be, eh? No supplies, paws like lead, and not a tree in sight. At least I have Flicker, though. She patted her weapon, now in javelin form, and shifted her grip on it. Leaning heavily, Fir winced. Stepped on the sore agin, that's it. Must be. The young squirrel was in pitiful shape. She had left her home, somewhere North, that's all she knew, two seasons ago. Stepping out with good cheer, supplies in her pack, off to search for her missing twin. And indeed, her bow had been named Flicker after that selfsame twin. That felt like a lifetime ago, when her paws weren't sore, her throat not parched, and her dream not withered. To be a warrior... how naƮve she had been, indeed. Now all hopes of valor had gone, replaced by the want of nourishment. Just one drop of water, or better, cool mint tea... Elmdance tripped, falling flat on her face. Preparing to haul herself up again, as she had, time and time again, she looked down. And saw somebeast's paw. Letting herself drop, she thanked the faits- the paw was too small to be that of a vermin, rat, ferret, or otherwise malignant creature. A goodbeast would feed her, and pity her, and admire her efforts, even. Luck really was with the maid today.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 23, 2009 21:06:53 GMT -5
Eyes widening, Hobbes picked up Firbreeze easily and set her down on a makeshift bed of blankets. Ytalin scurried after him, rubbing her footpaw where the stranger had fallen on it. "Ytalin, I need water. She's in rough shape." Hardly ever did Hobbes demand anything of his companion. Taking a rag, he soaked it and lay it across Firbreeze's face. "With any luck, she'll wake up before sunset," Ytalin said, squinting at the sky.
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Post by vela on Oct 26, 2009 10:26:16 GMT -5
OOC//Just to mention, Dancer has serious mood swings, mainly depending on the quantity of food in her stomach. Therefor, she'll probably be cheerful and bubbly and irritatingly optimistic for a while.
BIC// The squirrel shifted in her sleep, and muttered something. Deep inside her head, odd dreams were taking place. Giant meadowcream-filled cakes danced around and begged her to eat them. Taking a running dive, she swam through the glutinous centers, as awe music played. she took in deep gulp of the stuff, and, suddenly, found herself sitting next to a huge leek and onion pasty. Stuffing it into her mouth, she moaned with joy. In the real world, Elmdance was chewing the cool rag, with an expression of rapture on her face.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 26, 2009 16:12:32 GMT -5
"I think she's hungry," Ytalin smirked. "Give her a flan."
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Post by vela on Nov 18, 2009 14:26:32 GMT -5
OOC//Goshness, sorry about neglecting this thread for so long. D:
"Mmm... Flan?" Emdance stirred, groaning. "Flan?"
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Post by Administrator on Nov 18, 2009 14:35:04 GMT -5
((S'okay, it happens. ^^ ))
"Yes, flan," Ytalin said, shoving the provision in the squirrel's mouth.
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Post by vela on Nov 18, 2009 14:58:36 GMT -5
"Mmm...." Dancer's eyes popped open and she started chewing greedily.
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Post by Administrator on Nov 18, 2009 14:59:47 GMT -5
"Good, eh?"
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Post by vela on Nov 18, 2009 15:01:31 GMT -5
"Aye, scrunch. good..." The greedy squirrel shut her eyes again in rapture.
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Post by Administrator on Nov 18, 2009 15:02:21 GMT -5
"I don't think she's eaten in a while," Ytalin giggled.
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Fwiffle
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Post by Fwiffle on Nov 21, 2009 13:09:44 GMT -5
OOC: I should get back to RPing again, i don't really do it much, more like spam. Plus, i wanna try out Momo, sooo i decided i am gonna make things awkward for you guys by bringing her here. ;]
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Post by vela on Nov 22, 2009 6:26:46 GMT -5
OOC//'Kayness, sounds great!
BIC// "Nope, I 'aven't. You got any more of them flans?"
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