Just Another Night

[sweetmint]

Lyre had just tied his bag shut, making the barest minimal of sound as he did so, when he heard the squirrel draw steel. Going into survival mode, Lyre jumped to his footpaws, twisting around as he did so, to face the stranger warrior. Gripping his stave, he was trying to decide which direction would be the best to run when the squirrel called out.

"Come out! Come out so I can kill ye!"

Well, at least Lyre wasn't losing what was left of his mind if the squirrel thought they weren't alone, either. Flattening himself against a tree, the scruffy gypsy swung his bag over a shoulder and hid himself almost completely among the ferns and brambles.

"Wot in 'ellgates d'ye bloomin' well think y're flippin' doin'?" He demanded of the squirrel in a loud, irritated hiss. "Are y'tryin' to get one of us slain?"

[Lisolette]

Referenge Dom glared at Lyre, "I'm gonna kill the beast who's watchin' us! If'n ye don' got the guts tah 'elp, then 'urry up and scurry away like the lil' coward ye are!" Dom hissed, pointing his longsword at the hare. Referenge took three steps toward Lyre, having to squint to see him.

[Malum]

Ortus Caedo smiled evily.

'Bout time some blood was spilled! She thought, licking her lips.

She watched the squirrel carefully.

Very head strong... I like it when they fight back from death.

[Gregory]

As Gregory drew closer to the two beasts he could only make out a deformed northern creature and judging by the choice of words used by the other beast, was a hare. He decided to stay hidden behind a thick bush until he sensed trouble and heard more whispering and talking.

He waited behind the bush for a few seconds until he saw the northerner point a stick at the hare. But as he looked more closely, the stick had glinted in the moonlight and he realized it was a sword. Gregory was then alerted, he jumped out of the bush and onto swordsbeast's back, holding his dirk toward his neck saying quite calmly,

"Please put down the sword, sir. We don't want anyone getting hurt, do we?" He then saw that the swordsbeast was nought but a injured squirrel.

[sweetmint]

"Coward?" Lyre repeated, coldly. Well, it was true, and he knew it, but 'coward' had never seemed the right word for it. It was more like... more like... "It's called common sense, y'stupid berserker! And wha--" He stopped suddenly as another figure appeared out of the darkness of the forest and just as suddenly stopped the squirrel from getting any closer to the gypsy hare by holding what looked like a long knife to his throat.

It's too late for this! Lyre thought, growling softly through his teeth. He couldn't quite hear what the figure had said, but after a moment of staring hard through what moonlight had reached them, he decided it was a mouse.

Alright, fine. A mouse can be outrun. And Lyre had every intention of getting himself out of there before the mouse killed the squirrel; shifting position, he began to back away from the two armed creatures up the stream, trying not to make too much noise -- a silly notion, being hung all over with metal as he was. Still, he tried his game best, and began peering hard into the surrounding woodlands, trying to adjust to the low light.


[[kk, Mally, edited. x3]]

[Malum]

OOC: I might actually remove my part... So, if you would please modify your part, I can remove my assasin.

[sweetmint]

[[You're pulling your charrie out, or you're just removing your last post?]]

[Malum]

[[undoing my last post kinda]]

[sweetmint]

[[Will do. c: ]]

[Lisolette]

(ooc: Should I post or no?)