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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 18, 2010 7:47:04 GMT 5
OOC:Hey, can I join? I'll go ahead and post, but if you guys decide I can't please just delete it. Or if you decide my wolf's bio sucks.
Convel watched the filthy Flitchaye look at the molebabe, and muttered under his breath :"Yon filthy beasts are nae doobt planning on eating yon wee digger-babe. Ai figure Ai'll just have tae stop the wee beasties." Checking to see that his longbow was strung, Convel fired an arrow into the Flitchaye closest to the molebabe.
Dopping out of the tree he was in, he drew his broadsword and dirk, screaming his war cry to the sky in defiance of everything the Flitchaye stood for.
"SGURR URAN! NARITHLANDS GO BRAGH! DIE YE WEE BEASTIES!"
Hacking and slashing his way through the beasts, he sheathed his dirk and grabbed the molebabe and started sprinting away into the woods.
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 19, 2010 7:09:49 GMT 5
(ooc: Hmmm...Well, sense Malum did accept it, we'll welcome you with open arms.  ) BIC: Foremole Rootarkin and most of the moles stopped moving as a war cry broke the forest silence. "SGURR URAN! NARITHLANDS GO BRAGH! DIE YE WEE BEASTIES!" Foremole gasped as screams of the Flitchaye followed the cry. "'Urry! It'um crier could 'urt Soiler along with thee Flitchaye!" He ordered, and sprinted to the sound of the cry, so did the rest of the rescue party. As he ran, Foremole felt his adrenaline rushing, and soon, he screamed a battle-cry of his own, his moles chiming in with him. "REDWALL! REDWALL!" When they arrived, they found dead bodies of the Flitchaye. The survivors were on the ground, moaning as blood poured out of wounds, but the crew didn't know that their were others. -~*~- Soiler's eyes slowly opened. "Huuuun?" The molebabe moaned sleepily before feeling the fur of Convel with his small paws. He pointed his nose upward so he could see the left-side of the wolfs face. "Oo are ye?" Soiler asked, his voice gentle and filled with awe, sense this was the first time he had ever seen a wolf. -~*~- Before Foremole's crew came rushing in, the Flitchaye leader stumbled to his feet. There was a long, bleeding scar on his forehead which he had recieved from Conval. "Rrrrr..." The weasel snarled, as he watched the weasels that could stand get up. "That'm wolfy stole our mole! It iz our right to get'em back! An' 'oo knows-we might even eat deh wolfy! All 'oo can stand, come with me, leave the 'uns that can't and don' bother 'bout mournin' the dead!" The leader spun around, punched the air, and led the able-bodied weasels in the direction of Conval. "FLITCHAYE! FLITCHAYE! FLITCHAYE!" And so, three battle-cries had been called this morn... |
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 19, 2010 7:19:53 GMT 5
Hearing the Redwallers coming towards him, Convel knew help might be on the way. Altering his course towards them, he told the mole babe:" Och, laddie, Ai'll nae harm ye! Ai'm taking ye tae your clan, but then, Ai have unfinished business with yon Flitchaye. Ai'm Convel MacTire, and Ai'm a wee wolf." At 7 feet tall, that was something of an understatement.
"FLITCHAYE! FLITCHAYE! FLITCHAYE!" Convel heard the chant breaking out from behind him, and put on more speed. He ducked, he weaved, he zigged, and he zagged. Coming upon the Redwallers, he thrust the babe into the arms of the nearest one, then turned drawing his dirk, ready to do battle. Taking off back towards the Flitchaye, he bellowed his defiance at the sky.
"SGURR URANNNNNNN! DEATH'S COMING MY WEE BEASTIES!"
Rushing at them as fast as he could, he threw his dirk, then whipped out his Sgian dubh and threw that. Slashing and hacking with his broadsword, he forget everything about skill and finesse with blades, and only remebered how to kill.
"SGURR URAN!"
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 19, 2010 7:49:35 GMT 5
"Oi didn't think ye would 'urt me. But I 'eard Flitchaye before I went to sleepy's, they 'ould 'urt me." Soiler said with a small shrug, and observed Convan with excitement. -~*~- Figger had been the mole closest to Convan, and recieved Soiler. He spun around. "FOREMOLE! SOILER'S OKEE!" Foremole looked behind at Figger. "GUD! GET VEE ABESS AND SOILER OUT A 'ERE! MULCHEM, PICK OUT ANOTHER MOLE AND ESCORT THEM OUT TO REDWALL!" Mulchem nodded before grabbing the nearest mole to her and ran to Figger. Figger ran up and grabbed Nutmegs paw. "Come on, Mother Abbess, I wanna fight as ye probably do, but Redwall needs ye. If'm you don' mind, oi'd suggest you'm give yer weapons to some moles so they'm can foight better." Figger said. -~*~- The Flitchaye screamed as Convan rushed at them and began to slice away. They all began to run away, except for the leader. "GET BACK HERE YER POND-SCUMMERS! 'TIS JUST SUM WOLFY AND A MOLERS!" Only three Flitchaye weasels disobeyed their leader. The leader grabbed his longsword handle and unsheathed it. "RRRR! FLITCHAYE! FLITCHAYE! FLITCHAYE!" He screamed, and aimed a thrust to Convan's leg. |
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 19, 2010 7:58:09 GMT 5
Convel took the thrust to his leg without flinching, and instead of parrying the blow, took the oppurtunity to lop of the Flitchaye leader's sword paw.
"Let us see ye try and eat me naow without your wee swaird! Coward! Ai'll show ye why nobeast has ever messed with a MacTire wolf befaire!" He punctuated every word with a small stabbing motion, pricking the leader and drawing blood. Raising his head to howl at the sky, Convel lopped off the leader's head.
"AROOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOO! Who's next?! Ai'll take ye all on! Sgurr Uran!"
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 19, 2010 8:04:04 GMT 5
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIH!!" The leader screamed with each thrust, finally his cruel, homicidal life ended with a lop from the head with Convan. The leaders eldest son ran up to his father and quickly grabbed his head.
"FLITCHAYE! RETREAT!" The new Flitchaye leader ordered, and they all bounded into the foliage of Mossflower Woods. The leader calld out behind him. "You'll pay for this, wolf, you, the moles, and the squirrel. Even the molebabe will die, sense dis is its fualt. We'll be back..." The weasel hissed, making three weasels stand behind him, to the left of him, and to the right of him. "And yer deaths maybe closer then ye thinks..." And with the warning hanging in the air, the Flitchaye weasels dissapeared completely into the Woods.
Soiler shuddered and began to cry, frightened by the warning. His adopted father (Foremole Rootarkin) hurried up to him and began to comfort the little babe.
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 19, 2010 8:16:41 GMT 5
"Yah, go an' boil that laddie fair ye tae eat!" Convel pointed at where the body of the Flitchaye leader had lain. Retrieving his dirk and Sgian dubh, he re-hid the Sgian dubh, and sheathed the dirk. Sheathing his broadsword, and hunting about for his longbow, he finally found it under a dead body and unstrung and re-slung it over his back. Turning towards the Redwallers, he looked down at himself and shook his head muttering: "That was mai last shirt too! And look at my kilt, luckily, it escaped much harm!" Turning towards the Redwallers, he plucked Soiler from the Foremole and started to promise many revenges when he looked and and realized that they were woodlanders, not foxes or wolves.
"Och, Ai'm sae sorry, where are my manners? Ai'm Convel MacTire, and if ye need me tae hunt out the rest of the Flitchaye, Ai shall, and their punishment shall be slow and brutal, and desreved."
Covered in blood, and only in his kilt, Convel looked a fierce sight with all the blades and the longbow and arrows. Handing Soiler back, he declared:"There's your wee digger-babe returned tae his clan."
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Post by Malum on Feb 20, 2010 4:10:50 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg stared open-mouthed at the gray wolf. She kept staring, even when Foremole grabbed Soiler from him. She shook her head and smiled.
"Thank You... Mr. MacTire, what would we have ever done without you? You saved many lives, both from the Flitchaye, and from our side." She put her hand out to Convel. "Oh, I'm Abbess Nutmeg." Terra looked at the Wolf.
"You'm ay gurtly guy, aint you'm!"
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 20, 2010 6:43:47 GMT 5
Soiler stared dumb-founded at the revenges made by the wolf, and he continued to cry when returned to Foremole Rootarkin, only this time quietly and into the shoulder of the Foremole, so that Convel couldn't see them and begin to promise revenge again.
A gurtly guy 'oo doesn't know how to treat or say to or even around molebabes... Rootarkin said with a frown. "We'm peacable critters 'oo don' loik killin' and slayin' unless needed, zurr. So oi, and probably the 'ole of Redwall Abbey, would prefer no revenge of yon Flitchaye. But revenge on vee weasels is up to Abbess Nutmug," He said with a nod. "Oi'm Foremole Rootarkin, and this is my adopted sonny, Soiler." He pointed to the baby who was digging his snout into Foremoles shoulder.
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Post by Malum on Feb 20, 2010 7:29:37 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg looked up.
"Yeah, revenge isn't my style....But, if any ferrets are alive, don't just kill them...I'm sure I could heal them.." Terra smiled.
"Yeah, our abbess is great! She also Ay healer!" She said, walking over to Soiler and patting him on the back. Poor boiby...So young an' already Throo so much..."
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