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[Trident]

 A vixen leaned heavily against a small aspen tree, while she looked confusedly at the forest around her.  It all looked so familiar, she thought blindly.  She had experienced a near-death encounter, thus forgetting almost everything.  When she looked at her own reflection, she was even confused.  I have white fur?  Why are my eyes so blue... And why is this patch of fur between my eyes black, and WHY is it shaped like an ember?  And finally the one that confused her the most, Who am I anyway?  She could be easily spotted, as she was wearing a dark purple dress, and a sweet blue and white scarf.  Blinking back tears of frustration, she continued at a slow pace, feeling the trees and rocks around her.  Maybe one of them was familiar...

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye was not a vermin nor good beast. See...there was a war 20 seasons ago. His parents were attacked by the painted ones. They were just a squrriel tribe. When the painted ones defeated his tribe they ahd taken Dead Eye to be their own.   They tried to raise their adopted son... but Dead Eye was resistant. Dead Eye was faster and stronger then any painted one. He was a little crazy in the head...but was a terrible foe. He soon killed his father and ran away from the tree rats.

Now he is a mercenary. As of this moment he is in the woods. He was up in a tree eating a pear when he heard mumbling. He looked down to see a vixen wandering the woods. She kept mumbling and doing strange things. She looked tender too! He slid down from his tree and turned stealth. For an expert he was...and not even a hawk could sight him. All the suden he was over the vixen.

"'ello me dear. Bit nippy...ain't it?"

[Scarwake]

 Walking through the foilage of a old greened forest an abnormally furred otter was making his way through.  His fur charcoal black and his eyes a deep red, not from irritation, but it was just the way in which his eyes had colored themselves.  He dressed unlike so many others of his race, he wore attire that more suited the looks of vermin and was around vermin moreso than the 'goodbeast.'  Afterall, he grew up around them whether they knew it or not he studied them after his holt was torn apart by a rampaging horde of vermin that seperated him from his brothers.  He learned their ways and fighting skills to prepare to get revenge by taking out any vermin crossing him in a way he did not like.

As he explored the lush greenery of the forest he began hearing noises not of nature but of two other beasts.  One had been talking to herself and then another had seemed to of barged in saying something quite odd.  The otter, an assassin, moved forward quicker yet keeping himself hidden in the shadows with his black cloak and hood covering his face and his weaponry.

[Trident]

 The vixen was continueing living in two worlds, or so it seemed to her.  In one world, she was stumbling through a thick tree-laden forest, trying to regain sense of who she was.  In the other world, (her dim imagination) she was surrounded by tornados of sand. Alone...always alone... Brought back to the real world,  the vixens' blue eyes widened, then narrowed as she heard the voice above her. Fighting to talk was one thing...how did she talk anyway?  Her words sounded like a far-off echo as she said quietly that the weather didn't bother her at all, but she realized how much of a lie that was, because she was wearing a scarf and was somewhat shivering.  After saying that last comment, she turned to walk off, but she felt a strange lump in her scarf, and realized with grim satisfaction what it was.  Still facing away from where the voice had called to her, as she quietly slipped the item from her scarf and closed her paws over it to hide it from view, she replied in a confident and graceful voice, "Just who are you anyway?"  

[Deathclaw]

 Deathclaw was leading his hare patrol down to the vixen, stealthily. He saw the squirrel, and assumed he was a hostile. Thus, four arrows zipped into the tree above him and a score of fighting hares surrounded him.

"Eulalia! Drop your armament and back away from the vixen, rouge!"

He waited for the squirrel to comply, Four bows trained at his head and torso, javelins ready to throw, slingers twirling rocks in their slings, and all assortments of blades ready for the striking.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye hissed and zoomed up the tree. His camaflouge(spelling?) worked perfect...the hares, vixen, and the otter who thought himself stealthy could not see Dead Eye. Dead Eye hissed again and spoke.

"SSSS. Back away rabbits before I put a nice itty bitty dart in yon vixens head. And you...otter! Identify yourself! I meant no harm to anyone! I just a poor lost creature trying to make friends."

he was thinking quick. If he acted as a hostile he would end up lossing. And if he ran then he would be back where he started. But to pretend to be alone and scared like this vixen...well he might get away with that.

[Scarwake]

 The otter's tall and muscled figure stepped out from the side, where he'd been watching all the action, letting his hood fall from his face he revealed who he was, but only one of these others would recognize him, the squirrel...He'd known him from somewhere from the past, yet it wasn't long ago when what seemed to have been they're first encounter.

"Ah, now I remember who thee are...Dead Eye...."

He slowly replaces one of daggers he'd held hidden under his cloak with his leather whip that could easily reach either of the three parties if he wanted to strike out at them...  

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye moved a little closer to the others...but careful not to be seen. He recognized the otter imeditly.

"Oy! Teithi Rainjaw! Why, last time I seen ye, you were tied up to a tree with your weapons and vittles stolen. Of course...the thief was one of the best. He was me!" Dead Eye smiled.

[Scarwake]

 "Well, ya seem to be enjoyin yaself from wot I can 'ear."

Teithi's red eyes glance around looking to where he thought the voice had come from in the trees, his paw still resting on the leather whip he so favored to use.

"As I 'member it mate I also cut ye in the side after I escaped from those ropes and clasped my hands upon me daggers when you were bein thoughtless and sleepin!"

His eyes shifted to gaze upon the vixen who had been attacked/startled by the annoying pesk, Dead Eye.  Then, his gaze shifted again to look at the hares.  Lined up as though they were a undefeatable force not to be reckoned with.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye got very close to the otter. He could feel the otters breathe.

"Friend...I am dearly sorry. But lets make haste and get away from these rabbits and crazy vixen. Start up the good life. I will cause a diversion...if you will help me out!" Dead Eye hissed again.  

[Trident]

 The vixen knew one thing about herself that day; She had a fiery attitude, and didn't take well to being insulted.  Crazy?  The item she had her paws enveloped around came to her mind, and a smile crept onto her face.  Acting as though she took some interest to the a rock on the ground, but really trying to get it to make a small twig catch on fire, she brushed the two together, and small sparks sizzled and flared until the stick was lightly burning with the small flame.  As she slowly stood up to her full heigth, she lite the item, which was a candle.  The wick of the candle was like none other, and immediately it burst into vicious flames.  She turned quickly around, and tossed the candle into a pile of sticks, before smoke and flames enveloped the entire scene inwhich the groups of creatures had all made the rather awkward encounter.  Within the ash, smoke, and flame, she could make her get away.  She might of also learned another thing that day; she was cunning from the start... but that thought lost the bases of its appeal as she tripped over a rock, but she quickly got back up and darted off again, dissapearing from site.

[Deathclaw]

 Deathclaw slowly tracked the otter and squirrel, seeing if they belonged to a larger army. The vixen was offered to join them for protection from the two assassins.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye saw the vixen make her excape. He hated fire...as trees were his home. He shouted to the otter.

"Meet at old billobroks place!" That was a place under a bridge. Under the bridge was a doorway...and if you entered you would see the most rowdy bar ever.

Dead Eye jumped tree to tree... catching up with his prey. When he was in range he shot a dart at her. It hit her on the back of the neck...and she would faint because of the dart. He jumped down and grabbed her...then moved slowly to Billobroks.

ooc: Um...Jason if you read her post it said she made her getaway too. So obviously you could not have offered her anything. And you did not know we were assiasans because we never said our names or what we did!...and we had not made our get away until this post...which means you were autoing. Please...even edit your post or it will have no purpose in the RP and will be ignored.. Thank you.

[Trident]

 The vixen smile cunningly, the fools!  She faked a slow fall, and waited until Deadeye got close, before she rippe the dart out of her fur, and gave him a hefty kick before she ran off once again.  Being a healer she kenw about darts... but this one type she couldn't explore thorooughly before time run out.  Her eye caught a nearby cliff, that sheared down into a waterway.  Rather than be a prisoner, she'd jump and drown.  She took a few paces back, and took off at a sprint for the cliff edge.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye couldn't believe it. This wild vixen! She would jump off a cliff just to get away from him. He looked down. Blood was searing through the wound. He looked up.

"Wait! Vixen! Just wanted to bring you to hidding spot. Help you! Me wanna help you!" he yelled.