Post by Dartpaw on Oct 9, 2010 22:34:01 GMT -5
(Okay, I decided to RP some more having not done a "Normal" RP for a while but I have a tendency to slack and get bored of them after a while but hopefully not the case with this. It's probably because I used to juggle so many RP's at once)
The ferret was 23 seasons.
His name was Fredo he had no family last name but is called Fredo Ironfort. Since his tribe lived in a fort lined with iron walls.
Fredo in old ferret language meant great warrior but he was none.
He was a farmer... nice but lazy though he looked a little sinister.
Being an outcast from his tribe because Martin told him in his dreams to be a good creature for a very good reason.
He not being very strong minded obeyed and gradually shifted to good and was beaten to a pulp by his parents and left to die.
(The beatings in which he lost a fang and has a crooked tail adds to his sinister look)
This ferret was on a mission from Noonvale where he was raised.
He walked through the Northeast forest.
'Okay... Wild red Cucumbers they said it should be at the end of this bottomless swamp oh well... if I have to wade through.'
He took of his boots ready to squelch in the shallows to find the plant when he realized. 'Wait... cucumbers aren't red! That's stupid... and I am stupid!!'
He couldn't believe the whole village ditched him. Just because he never did any work, picked on little Micco, and his only other friend Idanno had moved away a season ago.
'If I'm not needed I'll just stand here and wait for someone who does need me.'
He got bored and walked towards the forest again when a young ferret who looked a lot like him popped up covered in piercings.
'Eh, you have food?' He asked in a low monotone voice.
'No. All the good food was left back in Noo....'
'Noo...'
'At Noon! At my camp.'
The ferret looked him over. 'Are you in tribe?'
'No.'
'Do you fight?'
'No.'
'What you do?'
'I farm, at least sort of. I stunk at it.'
'I see... come to camp. We can make use of young ferret.'
Fredo was at least seven seasons older then this runt and he wasn't going to take orders from him.
'Respect your elders. You say like I'm gonna be a slave!'
'Not slave.'
'Wha?'
'We recruit for tribe. You strong?'
'Not really... I just sleep all day. I only walk for like an hour a day it took me two months to get here.'
The younger ferret's eyes narrowed and said harshly. 'You will die... useless piece of garbage. If you don't fight what good are you? See this arrow. I will kill you with it. Run... humour me.'
Fredo dodged past a tree where an arrow nearly grazed his ear.
It was weird how the other ferret suddenly spoke a lot better when he meant business.
'Run Little Ferret!!!'
Fredo yelled back that he was taller and older as two more arrows nearly hit him.
'I mean the lower ranked you are in the tribe you are considered the youngest. That's how we work...'
'I'M NOT IN YOUR TRIBE!!!'
An arrow grazed Fredo in the shoulder.
'I don't care!!!!'
He found a cabin in the woods and entered it locking the door behind him.
Someone was in there.
The ferret was 23 seasons.
His name was Fredo he had no family last name but is called Fredo Ironfort. Since his tribe lived in a fort lined with iron walls.
Fredo in old ferret language meant great warrior but he was none.
He was a farmer... nice but lazy though he looked a little sinister.
Being an outcast from his tribe because Martin told him in his dreams to be a good creature for a very good reason.
He not being very strong minded obeyed and gradually shifted to good and was beaten to a pulp by his parents and left to die.
(The beatings in which he lost a fang and has a crooked tail adds to his sinister look)
This ferret was on a mission from Noonvale where he was raised.
He walked through the Northeast forest.
'Okay... Wild red Cucumbers they said it should be at the end of this bottomless swamp oh well... if I have to wade through.'
He took of his boots ready to squelch in the shallows to find the plant when he realized. 'Wait... cucumbers aren't red! That's stupid... and I am stupid!!'
He couldn't believe the whole village ditched him. Just because he never did any work, picked on little Micco, and his only other friend Idanno had moved away a season ago.
'If I'm not needed I'll just stand here and wait for someone who does need me.'
He got bored and walked towards the forest again when a young ferret who looked a lot like him popped up covered in piercings.
'Eh, you have food?' He asked in a low monotone voice.
'No. All the good food was left back in Noo....'
'Noo...'
'At Noon! At my camp.'
The ferret looked him over. 'Are you in tribe?'
'No.'
'Do you fight?'
'No.'
'What you do?'
'I farm, at least sort of. I stunk at it.'
'I see... come to camp. We can make use of young ferret.'
Fredo was at least seven seasons older then this runt and he wasn't going to take orders from him.
'Respect your elders. You say like I'm gonna be a slave!'
'Not slave.'
'Wha?'
'We recruit for tribe. You strong?'
'Not really... I just sleep all day. I only walk for like an hour a day it took me two months to get here.'
The younger ferret's eyes narrowed and said harshly. 'You will die... useless piece of garbage. If you don't fight what good are you? See this arrow. I will kill you with it. Run... humour me.'
Fredo dodged past a tree where an arrow nearly grazed his ear.
It was weird how the other ferret suddenly spoke a lot better when he meant business.
'Run Little Ferret!!!'
Fredo yelled back that he was taller and older as two more arrows nearly hit him.
'I mean the lower ranked you are in the tribe you are considered the youngest. That's how we work...'
'I'M NOT IN YOUR TRIBE!!!'
An arrow grazed Fredo in the shoulder.
'I don't care!!!!'
He found a cabin in the woods and entered it locking the door behind him.
Someone was in there.