Forbidden Truce ~ Chapter One Bloodied Families

[Cornflower MM]

Arya was now off-course. She still knew her way around, so not lost, she just wondered if maybe the family of otters in the little cottage about the miles ahead knew anything. She was greatly in debt to them, that was for sure, and besides, it had been awhile since she'd visited. She just wouldn't have time to stay very long.

[rachel25]

Adlais drew his dagger, and poked Garvina's back with it, "Let's go then." 

[Faiyloe]

OOC: I think we are enjoying this to much. I am having a serious Daja vu moment. Otters Squirrels me getting captured and then locked up. Next come the glaring and then some one has to crush on me... What is i with me and Rachel... 

BIC: "Watch it with that thing," Garvina said stumbling forwards. She tripped and put her bound paws out to catch herself. She felt the jolt as she landed and her head began to throb.       

[Cornflower MM]

Arya burst into the otter's cottage. "Hi, everyone! Sorry to disturb your meal, but have you seen anything fishy around here today?" She asked. They shook their heads no. "You might try the Castles." One of them said. Arya considered this, the smiled. "I'll check it out, thanks! guys! Oh, and don't expect to see me for awhile. I'm now in the service of Lady Garvina. Bye, everyone!" Then she vanished.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: I actualy have a friend named Donavan, so it's odd to spell it like Donavin.

BIC: Zuzucath clambered up a tree; he was near Donavin and could sense the otter's apprehension. (Donavin is an otter, right?)
"Sshh, little tasty, Zuzucath will take care of you, yesss."
He pulled a rusty dagger from it's padded sheath, licking it with sick satisfaction. "Time to scream, then no more dream!"
He flung himself on his prey.

[rachel25]

OOC: Yep, he be an otter alright. @Faiyloe, we're hopeless aren't we?  

BIC: Donavin spun round, hearing something coming towards him, he was knocked flat on his back, losing his dagger, but managing to keep hold of his dirk.
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Adlais huffed, "Get up!"

[Faiyloe]

Garvina got up slowly biting her lip to keep from trying to attack Aldis and breathing hard.

[The Skarzs]

"Shh, little tasty," Zuzucath hissed. "This will all be over soon, yesss."
An insane light went into his eyes as he raised his dagger.

[rachel25]

For a moment, Donavin was terrified, unsure what to do, then he spun into action, lashing out at his attacker's face with both fists.
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Adlais indicated a room, "This'll be yours, don't even think about trying to escape, the door will be locked, and the window is barred in this room."  He took a key out of a pouch on his belt, and opened the door.

[The Skarzs]

Zuzucath fell backwards and dropped his dagger, Donavin's fists having made direct contact. He licked at his bleeding lip. "Oh, you make blood, time for more blood!" He reached to his belt, pulling out a gaff hook. "Zuzucath is here; no need to fear!"
He swiped sideways, then pulled it up to strike downwards.

[Faiyloe]

Garvina hardly cared she just wanted them to leave so she could lie down.

[rachel25]

Donavin rolled sideways, and up into a crouch, then he shouted at this monster, hoping Voxx would hear, "Just try it cannibal!"
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After Garvina had entered the room, (OOCshe has hasn't she?) Adlais locked the door, and went to find someone to be a guard.

[The Skarzs]

Zuzucath only hit dirt, twisting to face his opponent once more. "Ooh, you want live time, no more time live. No one come this time. Great times, death times!" The weasel jumped, swinging the nasty weapon with one arm, the other arm punching out wildly.

[Faiyloe]

Garvina went over to the bed and sat down after she had rested a moment she got up then using the corner of a table she began to feverishly work at the rope tying her paws. When she had finished she staggered over to the bed and lay down.

[rachel25]

Donavin dodged the swinging blade, but as a reward got punched in the face. He hit the ground, his nose bleeding, there was also a steady trickle of blood pouring out of his mouth from where he bit his tongue.
But Donavin wasn't one to sit around, and wait to be rescued, he got straight back up, and swung at the weasel with his dirk.