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Post by Malum on Aug 10, 2010 7:31:32 GMT 5
OOC: Here you go Sweetmint, Lissy and me.
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Post by sweetmint on Aug 10, 2010 7:35:44 GMT 5
[[ X3 Yayness! ]]
EDIT
My 200th post, and not only is it a one-liner.... it's a one-worder, too. v.v Fail.
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Post by Lisolette on Aug 23, 2010 13:19:20 GMT 5
(ooc:
@minty- XD *patpat*
SCHWEET! Wet's get it ON!)
BIC: Hemlock stepped into the ground, her scrawny fox whimpering. Hissing, she dug her claws deeper into his flesh. The wildcat turned to Vihata and Cadwen, "Should us'ns torture dese traitahs de same toime, or un at a toime?" Hemlock enquired, her fox going rigid and beginning to hyperventilate with fear.
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Post by sweetmint on Aug 23, 2010 18:20:34 GMT 5
Cadwen blinked slightly in the sunlight as they padded out of the Fort. Tipping her head slightly, she surveyed first the wall of the fort behind them, then her fox.
"Hmm," she said in response to Hemlock's question. "How, indeed? How would ye prefer it, Regina? I have no preference." she turned her black eyes to Vihata.
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Post by Malum on Aug 24, 2010 6:43:10 GMT 5
Vihata shrugged evily. She grinned at them both.
"You can do it at the same time if you don't mind. I wouldn't want them to think one of you guys cheated, or we measured the time wrong. It would be better if they could see you both torturing the traitors."
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Post by sweetmint on Aug 24, 2010 7:17:30 GMT 5
Cadwen was rarely in such a happy, expectant mood as she was now. Kicking her prisoner viciously, she pressed his head into the ground with her footpaw and leaned over him, murmuring warmly, "Did ye hear, love? The two of ye shall go together... slowly." Still bent over, she tipped her face sideways to consider Hemlock. "Shall we?"
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Post by Lisolette on Oct 10, 2010 23:10:32 GMT 5
Hemlock grinned. "We shall, Cap'n."
She dragged her scrawny fox out to the open ground, toward the center of the Fort Grounds. A vixen, eyeing the traitors with much confusion, tried to hurry past the evil hare and cat, but Hemlock's paw went faster then a snake lashing out at prey, and her dirty claws dug into her shoulder. The vixen yelped in pain, but The Gyspy ignored it. "You- Oi appoints ye as me messenger now. Name?"
"Fawn, m-madam..."
"Good then, Fauna-"
"Fawn."
"I don't care," Hemlock growled. "Just make sure everybeast it out 'ere!" As Fawn dashed away, she turned and grinned at Vihata. "We need tah make an example, aye?"
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Post by Malum on Oct 12, 2010 4:45:19 GMT 5
Vihata smiled also, snapping her fingers at the nearest group of vermin.
"Now. Carry me a chair out! With refreshments please!" She said, striding forward towards the door.
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Post by sweetmint on Oct 24, 2010 2:12:18 GMT 5
Cadwen tipped her head back and let a slow, menacing grin spread across her face when Hemlock used her new title. Straightening slowly while her fellow vermin readied the playing field, she removed her footpaw from her prisoner's back before kicking him over without warning. He gasped and blinked up at the sky.
"Now then, Hemlock," Cadwen crooned softly, gaze holding her terrified captive in place, "be ye the type to use toys, or y're bare claws?"
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Post by Lisolette on Nov 11, 2010 7:18:12 GMT 5
Hemlock broke into a snaggle-tooth grin. "Derrhurrhurr! I don' care, as long as they screamz loud! Derrhahahurr!" Her scrawny prisoner found himself shuddering with fright whilst slightly smirking at Hemlock's stupid laugh.
Fawn returned, "Everybeast's comin' out to watch, yer Majesty!" she announced, bowing to Vihata.
Hemlock was annoyed that her personal messenger was bowing to the wrong beast. Sinking her awful claws into Fawn's arm, she dragged the hapless vixen close to her face and hissed, "Git the Regina 'er a d'ink and a chair, or else that neat 'lil pony-tail o' yers will be a bloody, scraggly mess...and the only t'ing left o' yer, after Oi'm threw with ye!"
Cowering in fright, Fawn hurried away, trying to get the wildcat's awful breath out of her nostrils. Hemlock snorted, and gave her prisoner a rueful kick to the rump.
Meanwhile, Aurora, diagnosed with a broken spine, sat in a wheelchair in the courtyard, glaring at Vihata and her lackeys. Amor'll come, don't ye worry... she told herself, but the warrior fox wondered what ruin Fort Amor Vihata would come to before a TRUE leader came to throne.
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