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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 21, 2010 2:08:07 GMT 5
As the head fell from the fox's neck, Convel let loose with a wild cry and suddenly realized that he was in front of two females, and that he had killed without flinching. Convel sat down suddenly and started crying silently for the loss of his sisters, his mother, and everything that had happened since he had turned 16 seasons old.
"Maither... Ai'm sae sorry...Sisters..." He wept , he raged, and he screamed at Fate and circumstance.
"WHY?! WHY DID YE HAVE TAE TAKE THEM?! WHAT HAD THEY DONE TAE ANYBEAST?" Getting up, he punched a tree as hard as he could, for as long as he could.
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 21, 2010 3:26:24 GMT 5
"Abbess Nutmeg!" Foremole cried out as the squirrel Abbess ran after Convel. He looked down at his paws to realize...
Soiler had dissapeared...again.
"Soiler! Soiler!" Rootarkin gasped and looked around wildly.
"Over 'ere, Foremole." Said Mulchem, the tallest of the moles. The Foremole spun around to see the molebabe on Mulchem's head.
"Oi can see lots o' thing on Convels 'ead, but not much on Mulchems 'ead..." Soiler complained.
"Err, roiht, Mulchem and the rest of ye, make sure Soiler dusn't try to make anuther escape! I'm goin' after Convel and the Abbess!" The mole-leader announced before following them. By the time he reached them, Convel had beheaded a fox, and now cried over to wolf-maids. Rootarkin looked to Mother Abbess Nutmeg comforting another wolf-maid, so deciding that Nutmeg could handle her, the mole went over to Convel. "Ye and the Mother Abbess must've fought 'ard to kill all these foxes..." Foremole Rootarkin muttered, a bit of shock in his eyes.
(ooc: Was Convel crying over wolf-maids or fox-maids? I forgot.)
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 21, 2010 3:51:28 GMT 5
ooc:He was crying over the fact that his sisters were raped and brutally killed. so yea, he was shedding tears about wolf-maidens.
"Ai killed them all.... But it was tae late tae save them...." Shuddering, he collapsed from exhaustion.
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 21, 2010 3:59:13 GMT 5
(ooc: I should've said vixens instead of fox-maids.  ) BIC: Foremole Rootarkin gasped as Convel collapsed. "O no! Abbess Nutmug and marm wolf-maid! We gotta get back to the Abbey- fast!" Foremole called out. |
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 21, 2010 5:22:25 GMT 5
In his dream, Convel sat facing his father in their castle.
"Faither, have Ai done right?" Ai have done the best Ai can in the circumstances... But Ai fear Ai have become evil..." Convel was covered in the blood of all the beasts he had ever killed or wounded.
"Ask me not that! I can not pass judgment now, but ken that Faither Wolf does nae want ye yet!"
Convel woke with a start.
"Where am Ai?!"
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Post by Malum on Feb 21, 2010 9:37:12 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg smiled.
"Your at Redwall Abbey, in the infirmary..."
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 21, 2010 12:54:41 GMT 5
(ooc: WOOP! Fast-forward, y'all!)
BIC: Foremole opened the door to the Infirmary and poked his head in. "'Ello, Abess Nutmug, 'ows Mr. Convel?" Foremole Rootarkin glanced to see the wolfs eyes open. "Nevermoind." He said before opening the door all the way with his right paw, carrying a platter filled with cheeses, bread, a glass, and a pitcher of a water. "Did ye 'ave a noice rest, zurr Convel? Moi Soilers been askin' all 'bout ye, 'ee loiks ye, yah' know. It took the Abboy Mum and oi a full thirty minutes tryin' to get vat young feller to take 'is nap!" The mole-leader chuckled as he walked over to Convel and the Abbess.
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 21, 2010 20:51:09 GMT 5
"Ai'm fine, mai thanks tae ye for the kindness ye have shown me." Convel sat up and looked around. The infirmary appeared to be a large room with several beds, and a large shelf at one end. To his wolf nose, it smelled like many herbs and and under the main scents of herbs, healing and hope, and tiny traces of death. Jumping out of the bed, Convel stared hard at the food Foremole was carrying.
Inion sat staring at the wolf that had saved her from the MacKenzie foxes and shuddered as she realized that he could very well have been descended from those Viking wolves that were huge and killed and raided and raped and burned indiscriminately, jumping from their ships, screaming and bellowing war cries as they killed with the last ounce of strength they had, raping whatever beast caught their fancy.
Convel was huge, and his eyes... They were the eyes of a killer, but he hadn't killed those foxes to kill her, no, he had killed them to save her. Did he have ethics and honor, or was it all an act to pillage the Abbey? She didn't know, and she hoped that he did have a code of honor.
"Och lass, Ai'll nay harm anybeast in this great sandstone Abbey. Ai'm tae hungry tae hurt anybeast lassie." The voice...Inion could very well hear it coming off of a Viking ship...
"Alright, but if you hurt these beasts, I'll hurt you!" Convel chuckled at her threatening him, but he took her serious. Her golden eyes had captivated him the first time he saw them, but he didn't let that show.
"Ai figure ye could take me while Ai'm starvin', but what aboot when Ai'm nae so hungry, mhpm?" Convel decided he was tired of being waited on paw and paw, so he hobbled out of the room and started down the stairs towards the smell of food.
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Post by Malum on Feb 21, 2010 22:43:25 GMT 5
OOC: WOOOOP New charrie time! MUHAHAHAHAHAH
Sir Chewy was downstairs, staring at Martin's Tapestry... Suddenly, he heard someone run down the stairs, and turned to see a wolf. His eyes opened wide, and he was about to kill him, when he suddenly remembered about the wolf that Nutmeg and Rootarkin brought to the abbey yesterday. He walked up to him and spoke.
"Hello sir, I suspect you had a delightfull stay at the abbey infirmary?"
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Post by phrostphyre on Feb 21, 2010 23:06:50 GMT 5
"Och, would have been better if Ai could feed maiself, so that's why Ai'm down here. Ai'm fair famished. Ai heard that hares can eat a lot. Is there one here? Ai've a mind tae test that maiself..." Convel suddenly stopped talking when he noticed the Tapestry of Martin the Warrior. H stared hard at it, then remembered where he had seen the mouse. Martin had been in his dream of him and his father in their castle.
Convel suddenly realized he wasn't wearing his kilt. Bounding back up the stairs he looked for his kilt, but couldn't find it, so he grabbed his sporran, and pulled out his dress kilt and shirt. Setting the kilt on the floor, he laid down on one end, and rolled over and over until it was fully covering him, then he belted it on. Pulling his shirt on, he tucked it in, and attached his dirk and broadsword, both sheathed, to his belt. Looking around, he couldn't find his claymore or longbow. Shrugging, he tucked his Sgian dubh into his sock that he had pulled on. Putting on his shoes, he heard the voice of the wolf-lass.
"I didn't realize that you rolled around on the ground to get a kilt on. Is the old saying about what Northerners wear under their kilts true?" Inion was staring at him, like she had never seen a Northern wolf before. Especially not a seven foot tall one in a dress kilt, with his best shirt on, and with all the blades and regalia to go with it.
"Och, give me your paw lass, and Ai'll show ye." Throwing the loose part of the tartan material over his shoulder to make a plaid, Convel attached his sporran to the front part of his belt. His broadsword was at his left paw, and the dirk at his right.
"Ai'm sae hungry! Let us go get some food, madame, leddies first." Offering her his arm, he opened the door for her.
ooc: If somebody wants to take over Inion, go ahead, I'm having a lot of trouble doing two charries at once. Please?
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