The Winter Wonderland

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LT Sandpaw


Fiver listened carefully noting the easy way she told her life story, it was either well rehearsed or true. He decided to believe the latter not seeing any reason she would be lying at the moment. Her last words made him pause, he considered carefully before asking the question he knew she wanted him to ask.

"What do you mean, wasn't normal? I haven't known many foxes." He asked cautiously.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Eulaliaaa!

Stashi smiled, her yellow eyes lighting up. Every creature she told always feared her, they believed every legend and tale of Marlfoxes, they obeyed every order she gave them. This rat was probably like all the rest, gullible. She looked up at Fiver, "Have you ever heard of a Marlfox?" She asked, whispering the last word as if afraid to say it.
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LT Sandpaw


Fiver didn't even have to think about this one the answer was simple and direct. It amused him to no end that she seemed worried about saying the name.

"I have never heard of a Marlfox before." He said the name without a single waver in his voice and in a almost mocking tone. "What is so scary about Marlfoxes? If you are indeed related to one they can't be much different then any other fox."


OOC: Romasca were stalling so you can show up... So show up please. ;)


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Eulaliaaa!

Stashi's eyes narrowed momentarily, most were terrified of even the name. She widened her eyes, "You've never heard of a Marlfox?" She asked, her face a picture of disbelief, then she smiled and shrugged, "Well, they are very rare, supposed to all be dead a long time ago." She said. Putting the crutch down, she looked at Fiver, "A long time ago there were Marlfoxes, magical beasts. They could disappear completely, and were invincible. That is, until they found an Abbey with a magical sword. The mouse that wielded it killed almost all of us, but I guess one must have survived. My mother was a Marlfox, a mysterious creature. She was unkillable, she could disappear, she could move faster than anybeast, she was strong. I am part Marlfox, a lot like her. Impossible to kill, rat. So don't go trying anything stupid around me." She growled.
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Hickory

Nyu traveled through the extensive back areas of Huvin, looking for a sutable place to sell her extra belongings. She had just purchased a hot meal to eat; now she needed real supplies. Her sharp eyes spotted a fsh stand, she changed her course accordingly. It was Dordan's stand. Addressing the otter, she said, "Hello, I'd fancy two cod and a tuna please." She held out a small pille of silver coins.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Romsca

The wildcat Brooks walked near the campfire. He could see everyone around it, but he wasn't sure how they would react. He recognized several from the tavern. He approached the fire, and put his paw on the hilt of his short sword in case they wanted to attack

OOC: Who's all around the fire?

Eulaliaaa!

OOC: Stashi, Fiver, and Night
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LT Sandpaw


Fiver grinned at the fox, he had no idea what her game was but clearly she thought he was more gullible then he was.
"I'm sorry foxy but I beg to disagree." He pointed at the wound on her leg and the bump on her head. "Even if you can't be killed you can be knocked out an wounded so try anything funny an we'll see how well your claims hold." He warned tapping the hilt of his rapier before turning to the wildcat that had just shown up.
"Hold hard kitty what do you think yer doing?"


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Hickory

Quite suddenly, a white rabbit was near the fire. A shiavona was in one paw, while a keen-edged dirk was thrust into a black belt worn diaganolly across the chest. A creamy white tunic covered most of the body, with black boots on the feet. He had a small bundle of lances strapped to his back. The rabbit spoke with a Northern accent.
"Ach, isn't this a wee pleasent gatherin'. Ah see plenny o' angry beasties, but they shan't be like that."
With a flourish of the sword he had the blade at Fiver's throat. "And you, mah wee bairn. Ah'd be afeared to slice yer throat, but I might have to if ye harm a hair of the ##:1031. Now, what's this happy group about?"
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

LT Sandpaw


Fiver's rapier was out and pressed against the rabbit's throat in the blink of an eye the rats voice was dangerous.
"Care to move that blade and I'll move mine bunny, I don't joke around so ddo it quick." Fiver hissed.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Hickory

Using his other paw the rabbit drew his dirk and shoved the rat's blade aside. "Now, mah friend, I never meant no harm, just to stop the fair cat from being killed." To prove his point, te rabbit shethed his shiavona and dirk, holding his paws open wide.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

LT Sandpaw


Fiver sheathed his sword carefully keeping a wary eye on everyone present not trusting any of them. He drew away his eyes darting from one to the next noting sudden movements.
"Foxy, Night lets leave." Fiver suggested pulling his backpack on. "As for you two what do you want, the campsites yours if'n you want it were leaving."


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Romsca

Brooks walked up to the group and drew his short sword. "What's going on here?"

Eulaliaaa!

Stashi was stung by Fiver' s comment on Marlfoxes, but she hid it as she staggered to her feet and whipped her daggers out, "Now then, bunny, what's all this talk about, eh? You're in no position to threaten us, we outnumber you." She snarled, leaning on her crutch, "Get outta here, longears, before I decide to have rabbit stew tonight." She growled dangerously, pointing both her daggers at the rabbit.
Just pretend there is something interesting and unique written here... I have nothing to say.

Hickory

Muyhi grinned at Stashi. "Ach, mah wee lassie, there's no need tae be angry.  Ah only wondered what the commotion was about. Ah'll be staying here, thankee kindly. You're in no position to threaten me, anyway." He showed the shiavona blade, drawing teh sword a sml bit from the scabbard.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.