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Post by Azrah on Nov 1, 2008 9:50:13 GMT -5
** Azrah sat along the riverbank, paws dangling in the water, it was a not-so-warm-November day and it was pouring rain, so logically she didn't have to put her paws in the river to get wet, but she felt like it, just like she was in the mood for fishing. She glanced down the river. The only problem was, there was nobody to fish with, and fishing could get dreadfully boring if done alone.**
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 1, 2008 11:24:18 GMT -5
Terg was taking a short walk in the forest alongside the river. He was clad in his usuall brown pants and light blue sleevelss shirt.The sea was very cold and Terg had eveintually admitted defeat in trying to swim in it. His fur was starting to freeze in spikes allong hs body and his gave an invoulentary shiver. Rubbing his paws together the sea otter trob toward the stream not bothering to try and disguise his steps. Seeing the white form of Azrah, Terg bounded forward. He Plunked his huge from down next to his old friend and said "Hey Azrah! Catch anything?"
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Post by Azrah on Nov 1, 2008 16:56:13 GMT -5
**She smiled roguishly and said,** yeah, I caught about five tuns of water in my fur, haven't been so lucky with the fish though, seams like they don't like the rain much either,** she pointed to the overflowing river, which held nary a fish in sight.**
In the north,** she said** in the summer the rivers would overflow from melting ice and the fish would be washed up onto the shore, sadly the fish are too smart for that here.
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 3, 2008 14:21:22 GMT -5
Terg laughed at his freinds apparent dissapointment. "Well these river are fished so much the fish are getting to smart for us." Terg flicked a pebble and watched it swept along to the bottom of the dark river by the ragin current. "I could always throw you in and see if you make a big enough splash to throw them all out." The sea otters face stretched into a wide grin as he slapped Azrah on the back. "Only kiddin' mate. I'de probably make a bigger splash then you anyway."
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Post by Azrah on Nov 3, 2008 18:58:12 GMT -5
Hm,** she said thoughtfully,** thats not a bad idea, I mean if I threw you in, the fish would all come out of their hiding places and run for better cover, during which I would be able to retrieve them with ease.
**She tried to say something else, but bit back, trying unsuccessfully, to stop herself from laughing.**
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Post by Springheel Jakk on Nov 4, 2008 16:26:27 GMT -5
(( Room for one more  ?)) Springheel was out scavenging when he heard noises. Talking, actually. Or at least that's what he thought. He dropped his food, and jogged over to the noises. Climbing a tree, he found a sturdy branch and sat in it, listening to their conversation. Fishing? Seems like the one called Azrah was fishing, and the sea otter was asking about her fishing. Not bothering to listen anymore, Springheel dropped from the branch with a flip, landed, and bowed, "May I make my aquaintances, gentlebeasts? You may call me Springheel, or Springheel Jakk if you like." Winking, he held his paws up and open to show he came in peace. |
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 4, 2008 19:40:41 GMT -5
OOC: Sure thing!  BIC: Terg's first reaction was to run the fox through. His paw right paw shot to his shoulder where the hilt of his broadsword usually was while his left paw shot to his side where his dirk was supposed to be. He heart sunk as he realized that he had left them both in the barracks when he attempted to go swimming. Uncrossing his arms from this postion Terg felt his face hotten under his fur. He probably looked like an idiot. Gazing wairily at the fox Terg replied in a forced freindly voice "Terg Broadsword's me name. Pleased to meet yeh. This slightly odd otter is called Azrah. She is not nearly as nice as nice lookign as me though." Terg forced out this last statement in an attmpt to make light of the situation though inside he was itching to fight this vermin. Part of him was curouis why this fox was so bold in approaching the two otters. |
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Post by Azrah on Nov 5, 2008 9:49:26 GMT -5
**Azrah was much more composed than Terg, smiling at the newcomer she said politely,** please to meet you I'm sure, care to join use sitting out here in the pouring rain?** She asked with a slight chuckle.
Although friendly, she was still cautious of the fox, and checked to see how many weapons he carried, before sitting down on the soaking bank.**
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 5, 2008 13:08:32 GMT -5
Terg sat himself next to Azrah. HE still had a wary eye on the fox but he motioned cheerily to the sopping grass. "Sure yeh can join us crazy beasts. Most of them that has a brain in their noggin are inside by the fire. But me and my matey Azrah are different. We like to be sopping wet and cold." Terg smiled and said "Besides now we have some one else to throw into the river and splash out all the fishes."
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Post by Azrah on Nov 5, 2008 20:18:49 GMT -5
Nah, he won't do,** Azrah said shaking her head in mock sadness,** he's a fox, fishes are only afraid o' otter and beavers. Besides, they won't ever forgive us at the fort if he's a wanted fugitive.
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Post by Springheel Jakk on Nov 6, 2008 17:18:58 GMT -5
((Im grounded for two weeks. Ill post then. SO SO SO SO SORRY!))
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Post by Azrah on Nov 7, 2008 9:20:01 GMT -5
OOC: no prob.
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Post by Springheel Jakk on Nov 9, 2008 20:02:53 GMT -5
"Stay your blade, friend. I am not here to harm you." Springheel said in a level tone. "I am a friend, and if you don't accept me for who I am, then your not worth my time." Springheel snapped. It wasn't like the fox to snap like that, but something about Terg made Springheel... Unsettled. The fox pawed his long dagger just in case anything was going to happen, perhaps a sudden fight. Springheel sighed then sat down next to Azrah, "Throw me into the river? Surely you don't mean that, mate!" He chuckled, then the chuckling would cease he stared into the eyes of Terg. Springheel's eyes blazed for no particular reason. Something about Terg made him have a feeling he never felt before. Fear. The otter was tall, muscular, lean, whereas Springheel? Skinny and an acrobatic. Yea, reeeal competiton for a warrior. But something Springheel learned made him regain his regular composure, the saying 'Size doesn't matter.' The fox kept saying that through his head, but he couldn;t get the clenched feeling out of his gut. The feeling stayed there, not wavering, or leaving. And Springheel was sure it would stay there until the otter Terg accepted him for who he was.
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 10, 2008 15:47:05 GMT -5
Terg glared back at the fox as he settled himself on the muddy bank side. He shook his head of if shaking the water from though he was really trying to get these thoughts from his head. If the fox hadn't attacked yet he couldn't be bad. Not all vermin where killers, right? Terg couldn't be sure but he tried to be friendly as he stared into the water. Fishrudder would have sent out a patrol of this fox was a murderer. He would have heard of it and hunted him down. Terg let his paws drop to the water level and pondered how he might catch a fish. He kept glancing at Springheel and he wasn't really concentraiting.
Finally he spoke. "Usually the best way to get a fish is to sit at the bottom of a pool or slow flowin' river and wait fer one of them to swim by. If yeh hold still they don't even notice you. Of course you have to hold yer breath fer a minute or two but I ain't hard if yeh practice. THe only problem is all the fish is probably washed out to sea or sheltering near the bottom."
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Nov 10, 2008 21:40:09 GMT -5
OOC: Hmm, should I, eh, why not heh heh IC: Aral glided down the river, there was something about swimming in the rain, water, water everywhere, he broke the surface and twisted the air, a grin on his face as he did, just before he hit the water, he heard Terg's voice to his left. Something about fishing, he turned back up the river and looked in a pit that fish were known to frequent, there was a small trout there. Unwary of the otter. Must not be a smart fish. Better put it out of it's misery. With a burst of speed, he caught the fish. He turned back down the river and headed to the place where he had heard Terg's voice. With one last burst of speed, he popped out of the river and rolled along the bank. He stood up, started to shake his fur, and then chuckled to himself. He glanced at the trio, Azrah, Terg, and a fox. His paw strayed to the long knife he carried while swimming, he drew it half out of the sheath and started to ask, and then remembered the fish in his teeth. He crunched down, breaking the fishes back, then realized that was cruel, after he had done it. They couldn't make a fire. He layed the fish on the bank and then restarted "Who's the newcomer?" OOC: I actually did forget about the fish |
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