The Legend of The White One

[Miss RainbowSocks]

OOC: Finally after many days of waiting, the thread is up!!! Thank you guys for being so patient and understanding. I hope this one lasts for a while. First, let me review a couple rules and the plot/goal of this RP. Remember, GOOD GRAMMAR, SPELLING, AND PUNCTUATION is a MUST. I am quite picky about that stuff, and yes, you could call me The Chief of the Grammar Police. No God-Moding, mary-sueing, the usual. The main focus on this RP is the Evil side (it isn't called what it is for nothing). I encourage romance, though homosexuality is forbidden. Arguments will be dealt with by me and on a case-by-case basis. Posts must be at least 4 sentences long. I may not be as active as some of the people on this site are. Please understand that I have a life to focus on and it does not revolve around the internet. If you have any questions, just PM me. Thank you for your patience, for it is about to be rewarded!!! Have fun and Happy Roleplaying!!

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Setting: The Horde has been newly made, and Whitefang has not quite established his total dominance yet. Beasts under his command give doubts and some resistance to his orders. Presently, the Horde is resting on the beachside, way far to the south of Salamandastron. They are traveling with no particular goal at the moment, only trying to recruit and train members of the horde, although Whitefang wants to eventually make his way to Redwall. Food is somewhat scarce, though water and wine are not.  The sun is setting, and the season is fall turning to winter. Although new and loosely organized now, the Horde will become an extremely strong force with all the organization of the good army, meaning good personal hygiene is stressed, food rations are strictly measured and handed out, high-quality weapons are distributed evenly, and only creatures of clever and cruel intent are admitted into the horde. Uniforms are not required. The only area that it lacks in is healing. Wounded, old, or sick creatures are simply left stranded for dead.

Redwallers are doing business as usual. The season has just been named, The Winter of Uneasy Peace, for the badger warrior of Redwall senses something is about to happen after a long, dull period of neutrality.

BIC: Whitefang sat looking into the fire. It had been a weary day of marching, and a small dinner of bread and a strip of meat hadn't been very rewarding for anybody. With growling bellies, there was bound to be trouble tonight. Ah, no matter. Whitefang was confident he could handle anything, even if he was a little hungry and tired. The first stars peeped out as he listened to the rustle of the ocean and felt the freezing breeze tickle his whiskers. He sat quietly, enjoying the frosty wind as it sliced icily through his fur and clawed agonizingly at his scars. He didn't mind it, for pain was his ally.

Evermoon lay restlessly in her bed, the last glimmers of sun shining bravely before giving in to night. In the dark, tight room she felt trapped, so Evermoon slipped out of her bed, down the corridors, and out into the crisp air. She enjoyed a feeling of freedom and security as she strolled across the lawn to the Abbey pond. But this feeling was clouded by hints of anxiety. She sat, troubled, by the still water, staring at the moon's reflection. The moon, a silent and strong guardian, always there, never absent. The moon, the glowing disk for which she was named after. It was trying to tell her something, something urgent. "But what?",  Evermoon sighed into the night. It was so peaceful. Too peaceful.

[Faiyloe]

Guvala Wrath sat off to the side watching the flickering campfires scattered across the beach and the creatures encased in there light. She sat by her own fire but cared not for the heat nor the the light. She was watching the others especially the other captains.

She fiddled with a hard biscuits she had been given. What kind of food is this. She thought hitting it with the smooth blue stone on her tailring disgusted. She had eaten the piece of salty fish a long time ago and now was wishing that she still lived down south where food was better. There had always been plenty of meat and fish and not the salty sea stuff but the river kind and eggs, there had been eggs too. Guvala liked eggs. She threw the biscuit on the ground and ran her dagger threw it forcefully so that it went hilt deep in the sand a piece of broken biscuit on ether side.

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Lilac in the infirmary my the window looking up at the moon she had been having trouble sleeping. She began to sing a song her parents had sung to her when she was little.

"Moonlight, starlight softly shinning,
their bright light across the night.
Never, waver in their pattern,
in their dance across the sky.

Wind blows, dancing threw the trees,
singing songs of midnight.
Telling, singing, lullaby,
biding you a soft good night."

She picked a flower from a vase on a near by table and watched the moonlight fall on the white petals. She looked down at the distorted reflection of the moon on the abbey pond. She also saw Evermoon. She let the flower slip from her paw and watched the wind carry it to the badger. 
           

[Unimaginative]

Lanatu Farwat was patrolling the beach. He knew rations were short for most beasts, and also knew that this could cause tempers to flare. Having finished his meal, he had decided to walk around, and make sure no creatures were fighting. The horde couldn't stand to be weakened to much. Seeing Guvala Wrath, who he disliked greatly, though he did his best to hide his opinion of the mouse, he decided to giver her a scare. Slipping around a tent, he came up behind her. As soon as he was close enough, he tapped on her shoulder with one of his Scimitars.
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Boris Nir sat by his fire, enjoying it's heat. He had spent most of his time wandering around Mossflower, until he had come across this perfect grove. He had instantly started to set up camp there, and now had a very cozy place to live. He grabbed a small log and threw it into the fire, in order to keep it burning. As he bent down to pick up the log, his iron eye slipped out of it's socket. Cursing, he started groping around the ground, looking for it.

[Faiyloe]

Guvala saw Lanatu start sneaking around. What was he up to? She continued to act like nothing was wrong but she was on the alert. When he taped her on the shoulder she spun around crouched dagger ready to throw. "Don't mess with me Pine martin or you will find yourself with a dagger in your neck on of these days," She snarled. 

[The Shade]

Dragao stared into the flames of a campfire, still chewing on his share of dried meat. He didn't particularly like any other foods, so it hadn't surprised his "mateys" when he'd smashed up his hard-tack, and flung it to the seagulls. Yes, he'd far rather eat the flesh of others than any other substances.

The wildcat glanced about, trying to monitor the tactics of the one they call the White One.   He knew less of this beast then he would like to. Well, his choice in captains was fine, he grinned to himself. Finally, maybe someone will see his capabilities.

He noticed a slight disturbance in the normal chatter, and saw -what was her name?- that mouse captain, apparently threatening another vermin who he couldn't quite see properly. He decided to have a look, he wasn't overly nosy, but there was nothing else going on.

[Unimaginative]

Wat's shoulders sunk slightly. Stealth had never been one of his strong suits. But then he perked up slightly, remembering that he was in charge of this Mouse. "Yew be careful, Guvula. I'm in charge of ya, and if ye get on me bad side," He made as if to draw his swords. "Captain is such a long way to fall." Wat was sure he could kill Guvula Wrath. His only problem would be keeping any other creatures, especially Whitefang. He wouldn't be particularly pleased if one of his captains was found to have been murdered by the foxes second in command.

[Faiyloe]

Guvala Glared at Wat. " Not if you fall first, but don't worry I only bite when provoked," She said slowly getting to her paws. She moved her hold on the dagger from the tip to the hilt. If Wat wasn't the second in command she would have already tough him a lesson but as it was she had to be content with threats and leave it at that. For now at least.   

[The Shade]

Dragao grinned to himself,  he had hoped for some information, little as it was. So the one with the scimatars was second-in-command? Whoever he was, he was careless. And this mouse? She looked smaller but more ferocious. It would be interesting to see the outcome of a fight between them.

Moving like spilt oil, the wildcat slid behind a couple of other vermin. Maybe he should introduce himself. Nah, he'd wait for this confrontation to blow over.

[Miss RainbowSocks]

Whitefang's calculations where correct, for already there was a quarrel in action. He twitched his ear and stood up, his hood falling gracefully to his shoulders. He strode over to his Second and Guvala and with deep blue, intense eyes growled lowly to them, "What is the meaning of this?". He twitched his tail, annoyed.

Evermoon listened to the wind. It seemed like it was singing, almost inaudibly. A small flower floated down and softly landed on the water, the ripples it created radiating through the pond. It was somehow comforting.

[Faiyloe]

"Yes tell him Wat," Guvala said grinning. Then with a small curtsy/bow to Whitefang she said "My apology your Mightiness. Some creatures believe they can take advantage of me because of my appearance I was just clarifying for them," She gave the bystanders a meaningful look.     

[Miss RainbowSocks]

Whitefang eyed Guvala fiercely. "Clarifying or no clarifying, there will be no more idiotic quarrels", growled Whitefang," What are we, arguing children?! If I catch any of you buffoons bantering again, there will be no food for you for two days!!", he barked. He looked from Guvala and then to Wat, and pointed a claw at him. "Especially you. If I catch you again, someone else will be promoted to Second and you will be tied up and stranded for the gulls. I expect more from you", he whispered fiercely, and then added, "Be glad that I was merciful," He straightened up. "Now get out of my sight. Both of you," he spat.

[Faiyloe]

Guvala bowed again turned on her heel sheathed her dagger and then slowly walked away. She was annoyed. Back home such actions would be praised, but not here.  Even so she was not going to let it show. She had to keep her image. He father had taught her how to defend herself at a very young age and she had learned that one slip up and they never would take you seriously again.

[Unimaginative]

Wat sheathed his swords, and with one last glance at Guvula, the Pine Martin walked away, sitting down at the first campfire he came across. Periodically he looked back towards Guvula and the several creatures who hadn't left the scene yet. He was fairly annoyed that he had managed to stupidly get himself into that fight, and was regretting annoying Whitefang. The Fox had frightened him, and Wat didn't want to get on his bad side.

[Miss RainbowSocks]

Feeling he had gotten his point across, Whitefang turned and strode back to his fire. He hated to have to deal with things like this, because they had distracted him from more important plans. His clever mind was already forming one. Before sitting by his fire, Whitefang stood thoughtfully and called,"Redan! Come here..."

[Skipper]

The dark brown form of Redan sat hunched by a campfire, his hood up and his body still and unnoticed. The pine marten and mouse had gathered a small crowd of vermin as their heated conversation progressed. The weasel stood up and smoothed down his clothes, he always tried to maintain a simple and humble appearance. Is it easier to trust a plainly dressed and well spoken weasel, or a scarred and poorly dressed one? His job was all about stealth and deceit. Wrapping his cloak further around him, he advanced slowly to join the crowd of vermin, one never knew when Whitefang needed to be informed of something inside the horde. Mutiny was a constant enemy of a horde leader. Redan did his job to a high standard and failed to disappoint his master. For such an important job he was well looked after -not to say he had never been verbally abused by Whitefang- and he didn't receive the hard biscuits like the rest. Redan's eyes focused on the captains at the centre of the crowd. 'Tut tut.' he muttered to himself, with a small smile gracing his face. To see vermin arguing was normal, but one might expect something more from the captain and second-in-command of a feared fox who would not hesitate to punish them. Redan's eyes flicked to his left as the powerfully built white fox himself pushed past the crowd and towards his captains. The weasel smiled in amusement as Whitefang berated them without hesitation. The smile upon his face was not a horrible gap toothed smile that might be found upon an old rat's face. Instead his smile was comforting and his eyes echoed warmth that one might expect upon the face of a mouse watching the antics of dibbuns, all part of the disguise. His eye's followed Whitefang as the pine marten and mouse went their separate ways. Just as the weasel started to turn away back to his own fire, the unmistakeable voice of Whitefang called his name. His face lit up as he scurried over to the horde leader. As Redan reached him, he pulled his hood down and let his warm smile and gaze form across his face. The weasel suspected the clever fox knew of the cruelty behind his disguise, as this was the same smile and gaze that had lured many travelers towards the vermin camp, and the same expression used upon a rat who had betrayed the fox as he beat him to death with a club. "Yes?" he asked his leader.
Location: Whitefang's Horde
RPer's addressed/mentioned: Rainbow, Faiyloe, Han