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Post by Lisolette on Feb 20, 2010 8:43:32 GMT 5
"The moles come from Mossflower, but becuase Daddy and I loiks Redwall a bunch, we moistly live there," Soiler explained, before giggling at Convel collapsing, "Silly, Convel! Ye can't fall down! You'm a stroing beastie!"
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 20, 2010 8:49:59 GMT 5
"Fair enough laddie. What's this Redwall place like? Is it red? Are there any wolves like me there?" Hoping that the answer would be yes, and also that they would have food, because he WAS starving, Convel quickened his pace unconsciously.
OOC:Can I have another wolf charrie please? Convel might get kinda lonely...
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 20, 2010 9:27:26 GMT 5
"Aye, 'tis red, and Daddy says 'tis made of sandstone..." Soiler said with a small nod, "'Tis a noice place, with good food and gurtbeasts. There's a bunch of history to Redwall." The molebabe said with a thoughtful nod. (ooc: Of course! The more, the merrier.  Go ahead and make him/her!) |
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Post by Malum on Feb 20, 2010 9:50:37 GMT 5
OOC: It should be a girl..They'de have wittle cubbies!  |
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 20, 2010 19:31:19 GMT 5
OOC:Bleh... Alrighty then... Pending acceptance of Inion.
"Mmmm... History...tasty! Is the history good tae eat laddie?" They were almost in sight of the Abbey when a scream split the air. Bounding back to the Redwallers, Convel whipped Soiler into the surprised paws of Foremole, then bounded towards the scream.
"Sgurr uran! Dinna follow me, ye'll be putting the laddie in danger! Ai can handle it maiself!"
Drawing his broadsword, he came upon a group of foxes wearing MacKenzie pattern tartan kilts menacing a female wolf. She was trying to defend herself with a tiny dagger, and they were threatening her with rape and murder. Black rage pushed itself into his mind as he saw his sisters in the exact same situation, which they had been. Except he hadn't been there to save them from Fate, but he was here NOW, and if he could do something he goddamned would. Bellowing the war cry of Clan MacTire, he charged into them so they would know that a MacTire still lived, and he WOULD avenge the rape and deaths of his sisters. Cutting the one nearest the fem wolf down, he kept enough of his mind not to kill them all so, he could interrogate a few. Slashing his way through the surprised foxes, he made it to a tree where he could keep his back covered.
"Ai'm the son of Weylyn MacTire, and Ai'm nae dead yet laddies! Convel has come for his revenge! Come and get me, or die trying ye whey-faced coward Sassenachs! SGURR URAN!" The MacKenzie foxes knew they would die if the MacKenzie heard about them running from a lone wolf outnumbered by 10-1, they rushed him, but Convel had his claymore out and charged, reaping death like the Grim Reaper. The claymore wasn't meant for finesse fighting. It was meant for hewing limb from body, and breaking bones, and Convel MacTire, last MacTire in the entire land knew how to use it best, for they were warriors, every male MacTire. Finally coming upon the leader, he knew that this was one who had raped his sisters, and had fun doing it. Convel drew his broadsword and made sure the leader would never do it again.
"Now, tell me the names of all the MacKenzies what raped mai sisters and maither, ye bastard, and maybe Ai'll make your death fast and easy..."
ooc:See, I told ya he was cocky.
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Post by Malum on Feb 20, 2010 22:19:37 GMT 5
Nutmeg rolled her eyes  "If it's anything important, then I'm coming too!" She bounded into the trees, following the wolf, and making sure he couldn't see or hear her following close behind. |
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 20, 2010 23:15:24 GMT 5
"Please sair, I didnae do anything! Twas the rest of 'em, they did it!" The fox was sniveling, trying to escape fate. But Fate would have none of it. Convel continued down the road of hate and anger, letting them fill him and buoy him when he suddenly realized he might still be within earshot of the Redwallers, and most definitely of the fem wolf.
"Damn ye! Ai can nae do anything tae ye while the babe may still hear, but...damn!" Raging against Fate and circumstance, Convel sheathed his sword and started punching a nearby tree, taking his rage and hate out on it. There came a retching sound behind him and he whirled angrily, but then he saw the female wolf was the one retching.
"If ye make a move I dinna tell, ye will die." Going over to the other wolf, he knelt down, picked her up, and carried her away from the clearing.
"Will ye be alright if Ai leave ye for a moment, madame? If ye shall nae, Ai'll nae leave ye." Glancing down at himself, he winced. Convel was covered in blood, and so were his broadsword and claymore, and the smell of fear, death, and blood covered him like a cloak. The fact that his eyes were bloodshot and that his fangs were bloody from flying blood didn't help.
"Ah, no, I'll be fine. I just need a moment." The female wolf's golden eyes betrayed her fear, but Convel knew she wished to be left alone. Respecting her wishes, he went back to the clearing angry, scared, and hating the fact that the only thing that separated him from most vermin was his sense of honor, and the fact that he hated killing.
Striding back to the fox, he let the black anger wash over him once more. Scenting the air, he realized that had been followed, but didn't care. Unsheathing his broadsword, he handed the foxes' his, and said: "Let us do battle, as honorable beasts. Ai shall nae kill ye in cold blood, but in honorable single combat, and let the dead be our witnesses!"
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Post by Malum on Feb 21, 2010 0:19:09 GMT 5
Nutmeg jumped down from the tree, and walked over to the wolf.
"Do we REALLY need to kill him?" She asked, looking the fox up and down. She flinched away from him, and his sneveling.
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 21, 2010 0:25:49 GMT 5
"Yes. Ai do, for the vengeance that is mine as the last remaining male MacTire for the dishonor this scum did tae mai sisters and maither! Be glad Ai am giving him the chance of death in combat, and not a rapist and murderer's execution, or a vengeful male's justice in the form of slow, painful death. There is a female over there that needs the your attention." Jerking his head to where the female wolf was, Convel started the duel by slashing low, then coming up high to take the fox's head off.
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Post by Malum on Feb 21, 2010 1:15:02 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg nodded, and walked over to where the female wolf was. She sat down, and talked to her.
"Come on now! It's ok..."
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Go ahead and make him/her!)
