Of Love and Strength

[Faerd]

((As much as I like the idea, would you two mind making a new thread for the whole dibbun war? and also mind deleting the OOC posts you made about it? thanks, and sorry. Perhaps i'll join in your thread when you make it as well =D Sorry about the super short post... sneakin this in >< ))

Faerd stirred at the cough, raising a paw feebly, expecting attack. "Go ahead... kill me you scum. Like you killed her... Go ahead..." Tears fell freely from his eyes yet he did not care, he did not care for anything... for everything had abandoned him. "What are you waiting for?"

[Arguia Zsah]

OOC: Pippin and firetooth PLEASE stop spamming this topic and ruining a good RP x.x

BIC


"My good sir," she replied, features carefully arranged to show no emotion, "I feel you have mistaken me for another."

With an inaudible sigh, she sat on a rock next to the squirrel and paused him a small canteen, half full with water. She watched him though narrowed eyes, and wondered if perhaps he /was/ what she was looking for. Keeping her ears attentively tuned to the sounds of the forest she waited for him to talk again.

[windhound]

On his way back towards the battlefield windy had found a nice bow and quiver of arrows.  The weasel he had taken them from hadnt moved at his arrival, most likely the work of a spear in his back. The fox admired his new bow as he walked, turning it this way and that. 
"'s nice, strong wood.  Probably goodbeast made...  I cant see some sniveling weasel making something like this" he murmured, his good mood rising as the trees thinned.

Presently he arrived at a disturbingly large amount of bodies, which he guessed marked the border of the battlefield.  Crouching behind a few of them he scanned the area and spotted two creatures talking, some sort of birds tearing into the carcasses, and a cat of some breed.  One of the first two seemed to be a weak squirrel, the other prehaps a stoat...  No.  Weasel?  It was too far to tell
However, he was fairly sure of the squirrel.  It was a squirrel that put a hole in his paw, he couldnt be sure which squirrel had done it ofcourse, but a squirrel was a squirrel was target practice.

He notched an arrow on his string, pulled back and let fly.  Then cursed as it went zooming by a good four yards from his intended victim. 
"Shoulda practiced in the woods, dangit" he grumbled, and notched another arrow.

[occ: Split the topic off, remnants are in the spa room.  Please limit posts in here to those pertaining to the actual rp]

[Faerd]

Faerd ducked at the twang of an arrow leaving a bowstring, the arrow flying so far from him he needn't have. Eyes scanning the area he quickly found the culprit, a fox stood at the edge of the clearing, hands holding his bow and arrows! Cursing, Faerd scampered up the tree, his wounds causing him more than a little bit of pain. Grabbing some leaves he wrapped them around the most serious wounds, then peered out of the foliage only to duck again as an arrow flew up. "Well well, hand causing you trouble fox?" he asked tauntingly. "Is it just me or are you a terrible shot? Now now, why not give me my bow and arrows back before you hurt yourself?" Grinning, Faerd leapt aside as another arrow flew through the air, barely managing to swing himself up into the branches of a nearby oak. d*****... he thought angrily, I cant keep this up in my state!

[Arguia Zsah]

OOC: Many thanks Windy ^^

BIC

From behind the tree she had ducked behind as she heard the arrow approaching, she watched the squirrel climb up the tree with a slight smile. Peering carefully around the tree, she caught a glimpse of the attacker. A fox! Injured, but injuries healed and the squirrel was injured too. Two still alive including that squirrel... And if there were two, there was a greater chance that there would be more nearby. Action from her now would probably be beneficial in the long term...

She swiftly selected the smaller of the two daggers she was currently holding and, darting out from her hiding place, she threw it at the fox, aiming for a spot just above his left ear. She didn't want to injure him, not now, nor did she want him to injure the squirrel. That foolish squirrel...

[windhound]

[clarification - fox has injured rear paw]

Thinking of a retort to the cheeky squirrel's taunts, windy's eyes momentarily widened in surprise as he saw the stoat reach for her daggers.  It was going to defend the squirrel then?  No time to get a shot off, he quickly raised the bow  over his head to shield himself as he saw a flash of silver...
Twang..  Thwack!
The flying dagger sliced neatly through the taught bow sting, letting the tension out of the bow which slammed into the fox's head, laying him out senceless

[Faerd]

Faerd hopped down from the tree with surprising speed for one who was injured. Grabbing the bow and quiver from the fox he cursed as he saw the damage dealt to the string. "You could have just hit the fox with the hilt instead of cutting the string." he said ruefully to the stoat. "Many thanks, however. My earlier question still stands though. Who are you and why are you here?" Without waiting for an answer he took the dagger from the fox's side and sliced through both ends of the now-useless bowstring. "Might as well use this for something..." he muttered angrily, tying the fox's forepaws together. Done with his handiwork Faerd limped back to the stoat, awaiting an answer.

[Arguia Zsah]

OOC: Apologies for not replying sooner

BIC

"And why would I have killed him? Hasn't there been enough death already today?" she asked the squirrel, "and why should I tell you who I am, when you have not told me who /you/ are?"

With this she darted behind the fox and the dagger out of the tuft of grass it had landed in before placing it back in her belt.

"And now we wait until he regains consciousness," she murmured, sitting back down on the rock.

[windhound]

The stunned fox's ears twitched.  He opened his eyes briefly before shutting them again as his head throbbed.
"Urg.  Mine head," he groaned.
He made to get up and fell back, due to the bow cord around his paws. 
"..."
"What kinda stoat are you, Stoat?  Taking the squirrel's side like that..."

[occ: no worries arguia]

[Arguia Zsah]

"And what kind of fox are you, to attack without knowing who you attack?" she replied, glancing briefly at the fox before allowing her eyes to come to rest on the squirrel again. That squirrel seemed reckless, and she didn't want to take her eyes off him for long.

Yawning, she lifted her canteen off the floor where it had fallen when the fox attacked and took a sip. How she wished for home, where all this tedium seemed less... tedious. Sighing, she waited for either the squirrel or fox to talk whilst occupying herself by spinning a dagger round and round with her paws.

[Faerd]

Faerd turned to the stoat, grinning wryly. "As much as I hate to say it I am in your debt. You saved my life there, and I thank you for it." Sitting down he checked on his makeshift bandages, cursing as he realized the leaves had barely stemmed the bloodloss from his many wounds. Hurriedly he took the canteen from the stoat, splashing the water over his wounds to clean them from any infections that the offenders may have had. Handing the canteen back, he picked his way over to a tree, climbing up and sitting on a branch for a few moments. As he looked down his head whirled, a rushing noise came into his ears, and he simply fell onto the ground unconscious, lifeblood seeping away and staining the ground a dark red.

[Firetooth]

((forget my older posts, here's the proper thing))

Firetooth was running like a madbeast, he was being pursued by the remants of the army that had attacked Faerd, he knew his only chance was to turn and fight while he still had the chance, braevly he turend and batted one away with a massive forepaw, then growled, unsheathing his claws.

[windhound]

The shadow of a grin flickered across windhound's face
"I knew who I attacked, Stoat.  I attacked a squirrel.  Same as what put a hole in my footpaw."
"Still.  Donnit look like it matters, does it?  'e just keeled over."  The fox struggled with his bonds for a moment, then added, "untie me so I can atleast kick 'im?"

[Firetooth]

Firetooth fought with th courage of 10lions, he was the size of one, he slashed a rat with powerful claws and grabbed a fox with both paws, lifting it far above his head and pulling it until it's back broke, he through it at three rats then turned to the remaining vermin, a weasel.
It ran before he could lift a paw.
Firetooth yelled to the sky "I AM THE WARRIOR OF ALL! EVEN DEATH FEARS ME!" then a strange feeling came over him and he collapsed into his own puddle of crimson-red blood, thorughly unconscous.

[windhound]

[occ:  heh.  topic should have been called Of Love and Faints]