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Trident · August 04, 2003, 02:23:25 PM

The vixen stopped just inches from the cliff edge, to sounds of the creature's voice. She decided to play it cool, and see where he was going with this... with stalking her and all.

"YOU want to help ME?" Her voice was of pure digust. "Get real." But then her vision began to get blury from the dart, and she fell down. Darkness.

Dead Eye · August 04, 2003, 02:25:53 PM

"stupid witch!" Dead Eye mumbled. He grabbed hold of her body and started walking away. Yes...this was about the stupidest vixen he ever saw. But so tender...yes...so tender. And meaty. Hmm. Meat.

Dead Eye beant placed her on the ground. He took out two daggers from his belt. "Yes...sleep darling.." then he heard voices. dratted Rabbits! Couldn't they leave him in peace!

"Well my lady...we shall go meet the otter. Maybe find out about you. Then maybe...maybe eat!"

Trident · August 04, 2003, 02:43:52 PM

The vixen awoke, and looked him straight in the eye.

"That sounds... rather tempting." She put her paw on his leg, but then dug in with her claws. "You take me a for fool..."

She got up abruptly, and then told him to lead her to the otter. Meanwhile, she looked to the sky, and nodded to a large eagle, who flew swiftly off. This was going to be good...

Dead Eye · August 04, 2003, 02:47:35 PM

"Rotten witch" he muttered. He had expected a weak minded fool of a vixen...not this creature who could easily defeat him.

"Yes mam." he muttered while he started thinking of a way to kill her. She had two futures. Really good ally or a very dangerous enemy

He saw the bridge. They should be there soon. And maybe the otter would be waiting. If he got out. Dead Eye tried having a conversation with his Would-be-prisoner.

"What be your name...hmm?"

Scarwake · August 04, 2003, 03:41:59 PM

The otter had been awaiting for the squirrel in the bar for quite sometime. Getting quite annoyed by all the beasts within he was about to leave when he saw the door open, he returned to his seat at the bar and ordered another glass of ale.

"Hmpf...This is becoming quite disturbing, I must say..."

His eyes gaze around the room picking out beasts he'd like to shove his dagger through if they got too much on his nerves.

Trident · August 04, 2003, 04:00:18 PM

The vixen side stepped away from the creatures who lay drunk on the bar's floor, and she was led to where the otter was. She just stood there boredly, wondering why the squirrel was dragging her around... and also wondered why he kept hinting that he wanted to eat her...

Dead Eye · August 04, 2003, 05:34:06 PM

Dead Eye saw his otter friend. He noted that he had a hint of evil in his eyes.

"Oy! Teithi! I be here. And I got a nice little beastie. The vixen!" he glared at the otter. "Ye didn't have trouble gettin here...did ye? Followed...hope not?"

Scarwake · August 04, 2003, 06:10:33 PM

The otter glanced up to see the squirrel and vixen at his side, he took a sip of his drink then placed it back upon the bar.

"Troubles, nay. I've been 'ere afore...The question is why is it that we've come 'ere today."

Motioning for them to sit he removes his spiked gloves that he wore as to not intentionally harm either of them.

Trident · August 04, 2003, 07:36:38 PM

The vixen's mood didn't lighten as she looked about and saw drunk creatures everywhere. She then realized just how dangerous her mood really was.... She ordered a drink, but she very well wasn't going to drink it, she just wanted the glass. He set the drink down beside her, and she immediately picked it up, and splashed the water out, and broke the top of glass bottle off. She then turned on Deadeye.

"Why have you brought me here? Don't take me for an insane fool."

Her eyes turned a deadly dark blue color, as she pointed the weapon at him....

Dead Eye · August 04, 2003, 07:42:28 PM

"Easy babe! Shut up fer a minute." he turned and whispered to the otter "I got a slave here. Sell her for a sweet buck...hmm?" Then he turned to the vixen

"Who are ye...where ye from. And why were those rabbits after us?"

Scarwake · August 04, 2003, 09:28:56 PM

The otter's cold and evil red eyes glare at the squirrel. They obviously weren't on the same lines of dealing with slavery, as Teithi happened to be anti-slavery and Dead Eye would soon find this out.

"A slave, eh? I'm afraid I'll have to say no to that stuff."

Dead Eye · August 05, 2003, 09:10:30 AM

"No slave eh? Me sell good slave. She a bit fisty to. Might make a good one for pleasure...no? Me just find other foxies! But first me want to know about her and them rabbits! Speak witch!"

Trident · August 05, 2003, 01:25:38 PM

The vixen, who had calmed down and realized that in her fantasty world was really where her anger had came so suddenly, she looked amusedly at Dead Eye.

"You think, that by having me here with you, I am a slave?" A smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes changed a slightly different shade.

"I don't know of 'them rabbits' inwhich you speak of," she added softly.

At a long pause from which neither of the trio spoke, she realized she was avoiding the question that perhaps mattered the most.

"As for who I am, You act like I even know."

Dead Eye · August 05, 2003, 03:29:42 PM

Now Dead Eye was confused. The cruel mean ugly witch had turned into some type of radient kind vixen.

"Um...me lady? I hope you know yourself. I mean...we all know ourselves...don't we?"

Deathclaw · August 05, 2003, 03:48:07 PM

Deathclaw and his hares were outside of the bar. They had a ferret ally - part of Kilkenne's ferret horde, as a spy, working as a bartender. He slipped out to Deathclaw.

"The vixen is threatening the squirrel with a glass bottle, and he wants to enslave her somewhere. Oh... he called you rabbits."

The spy, Luego, washed th blood rush to Deathclaw's head. He hated being called a rabbit.

"The insolent beast. Rotten rotter! Let's move out, patrol! Thanks for the info. The vixen might want some help, but we can't raid a vermin bar. You armed, Luego?"

"As always," he said, patting his trusty dagger and two throwing knives under his cloak.
"Well... if the vixen appears to be in trouble, throw one blade in each door hinge, that will successfully knock them out. We'll kick in the door. Then, five of mine will drop back to prevent anyone from exiting, then three will block any back exits. That leaves me twelve to work with. Eight will spread out through the bar to prevent attack or escape, then two each will go to the otter and squirrel. I only want to raid if you can't handle it, but don't hesitate to bring us in. You have to be sure they're threatening her with bodily harm, and we want to be called in. You know what to do. Make both throws count. If one hinge is hit, we can kick it in or bust the other hinge, though. Hop the bar and help us, but don't get yourself killed. Keep a cool head."