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Post by Malum on Aug 6, 2010 21:16:58 GMT -5
OOC: Hope this is okay with you.
Praline picked at her teeth nonchalantly and spoke after he left.
"It's a trap." She said calmly. "Lots of vermin around here make food to call in hungry mouths, and then when they take a bite."
She made a slicing movement across her throat, and smiled calmly.
"It's poison. Of course, I could run and warn him, but where's the fun in that? But, I could be wrong, and it could only be a woodlander."
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Chepsonek
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Awesome pic by Vela! Thanks Vela, you are an amazing artist.[0:Offline, and stuck in my room [Mo0:0]
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Post by Chepsonek on Aug 9, 2010 17:58:10 GMT -5
Wendyl sat watching her fruitcake warm, knowing that the hare would be the first one to come. Chuckling, she tapped her digging claws on the urn, testing the warmth. Then she thought about Ryndil, her hare friend from Mossflower. He was never late for some of her fruitcake, and he always got there before it was done. Thinking of him brought back memories of the mice who brought her up, and she smiled, then frowned, as she remembered those awful searats attacking her home, killing her mother, father, and older brother. Then she remembered the long days of wandering by herself until she came to the home of the mice. She shook of her thoughts and focused on the fruitcake, waiting.
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Post by vela on Aug 10, 2010 6:47:14 GMT -5
Guest smiled at the squeaking mousebabe. "Oh, no, don't be mad!" He cried in mock horror. "I didn't start it, I promise!" Vaguely listening to the conversation of the beasts around him, he started at the word 'poisoned'. "Of course, I could warn him, but where's the fun in that?" He looked at the stoat in disbelief. "You call yourself a 'good vermin', and then you just leave Lyre to die?" The otter stood, gathered his haversack, and ran after the hare. "Wait! Lyre, wait f'me!" he panted, stumbling in the soft sand.
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Post by iolana on Aug 10, 2010 9:56:16 GMT -5
Lyre was finding it hard to continue being surprised. First, the beach had been deserted. Now, it was fair teeming with creatures, including two young ones. And a vermin that wasn't acting like a vermin. So espying a mole making fruitcake in the sand did not overly surprise the scruffy gypsy, but hearing Guest come after him did.
"Wait! Lyre, wait f'me!"
Lyre stopped where he was, moving one footpaw sideways as he sank slightly in the sand. Looking over his shoulder, he waited for Guest to catch up before commenting lightly, "Come to join me in a spot fruitcake, have ye? Bravo! Let's get on, then, shall we? Looks like a molemaid of some sort."
[[Cheps, I can't find Wendyl's bio. D: What does she look like? How old is she?]]
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Post by Dartpaw on Aug 10, 2010 10:52:41 GMT -5
Daiwa was tossing water on Dartpaw's face but he wasn't waking up. 'Um, guys... is my brother dead?' he said with a scared look. (Dartpaw was breathing but Daiwa couldn't tell)
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Post by Malum on Aug 10, 2010 17:17:05 GMT -5
Praline walked over to him, She pulled out a mirror and put it in front of his mouth. Fog appeared on it, and she smiled at the Daiwa.
"He's alive... Just not waking up... Hmmm..... Anyone no any other ways to wake someone up? Well, I know 2.. But 1 I would be killed for doing, so I'll do number one."
She reached into her bag, and pulled out a jar of leaves. She pulled one out, and crumpled it into a ball. She held a cloth out under it, and 2 drops fell onto it. She gave a smile, and held the cloth underneath Dartpaw's nose.
"This is Rosemary, very good as a smelling salt. It SHOULD wake him up." She said. "Though it should never be injested alone, it is good in tea."
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Chepsonek
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Awesome pic by Vela! Thanks Vela, you are an amazing artist.[0:Offline, and stuck in my room [Mo0:0]
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Post by Chepsonek on Aug 10, 2010 18:41:34 GMT -5
OOC: Iolana: I havn't got a bio up for her yet. She is a molemaid who is about 14 seasons, and she wears a lilac dress, I'll try to get her bio up soon.
BIC: Wendyl watched the otter run after the hare. Shaking her head, she began to talk quietly to herself, her voice oddly not mole-like. "Lets see, hmm, an otter, a hare, two squirrels, a mousebabe, and, a.... a stoat? Oh well, it won't hurt. That is six......... seven including me. Do I have enough dishes? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...... that should be enough. Now then, where is my cake knife?" She rummages through her pack grunting as she pulls out herbs and linen. Finally, she comes to a rather large knife. "Here we are! And look, here is my rosemary! I had hoped that I hadn't left it, Rosemary tea is as good as chamomile for calming and headaches." She stuffs a leaf of rosemary in her mouth, chewing slowly. She then repacks her bag with the herbs. "Here is my chamomile, basil, oleander..... wait, oleander? That is poisonous! What is it doing in my pack?" She tosses the oleander leaves away, wiping her digging claws on a piece of linen. "Rosebay whillowherb, wintergreen, mint, lavender, yarrow, coltsfoot, calendula, borage, thats the lot of it! I need to find some garlic, though, hotpots are horrible without it." She frowned, then turned back to the cake, which she expertly flipped onto a platter. Then she cut it into seven equal pieces, laying each of them on one of the plates as she cut them.
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