Dissapeared...again.

[Lisolette]

"Convel's a real Warrior, 'ee is..." Foremole Rootarkin muttered after giving Soiler to the Abbey Mother. He cuaght Inion from the prompt faint.

-~*~-

The Fltichaye leader growled as Convel went back into the fight. "FLITCHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYE!" He screamed as he charged at Convel. "PREPARE TO DIE, WOLFY!" The weasel screamed, and swung his battle-axe at Convels stomach, intending to disembowl the wolf.

(ooc: WHERE THE HECK IS MALUM!?)

[phrostphyre]

OOC:Who knows, who cares?

"SGURR URAN! COME TAE DEATH MAI WEE BAIRNS!" Convel jumped back as the axe went by, but it slashed a hole in his stomach. Sticking his left paw into the hole to try and stop the bleeding, Convel slashed low with his knife, but it was a feint, and actually thrusted high, into the chest of the Flitchaye leader.

"MAI NAME IS CONVEL MACTIRE, AND AI HAVE SEEN DEATH AND LAUGHED IN HIS FACE! NOW YE SHALL SEE HIM FOR YOURSELF!"

[Malum]

OOC: WHO KNOWS, WHO CARES!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
"RAAAAAWWWWWRRR!" -grabs table and throws it, getting bloodred eyes in the process-

Sir Chewy walked out into the battlefield, whistling. A Flitchaye walked up to him.
"Well, little mousie, how do you like the taste of death?!" He lunged at Sir Chewy, snarling, and laughing. Chewy twisted, and landed and hit to his arm,. Then he grabbed his arm, spun it behind his apponent's back, and put his sword to his throat.
"I'm a HAMSTER!" He let him go, and slashed his left ear off. The vermin yelped, covering his ear. Sir Chewy smiled, and swiped at his legs, making him fall to the ground. Sir Chewy slashed his other leg, and let him run off.

[phrostphyre]

"Sir Chewy! A wonderful fight, is nae? Come back tae me mai laddie!" Reaching out a large paw, Convel snagged one of the weasels and threw him at a tree. Convel MacTire had found his claymore, and set about with a smile. Laughing at the cries and screams of the Flitchaye, the massive MacTire wolf was in his element, dealing limb shattering blows with the flat of his mighty blade and hewing limb from limb.

Convel was going through the weasels like an arrow from his mighty longbow through a wall of mist on a foggy day. The sheer size of the wolf in comparison to the weasels hindered his attempts to kill, but Convel made the best of his circumstances as life would allow.

~*~
Inion awoke in the cellars with a mole-babe next to her. She wanted to go watch her rescuer, but common sense said no.
"Well hello there. What's your name?"

[Malum]

Sir Chewy smiled, and ducked as the many Flitchaye fell before Convel.
"Why yes, it is a wonderful fight! I don't rmember the last time I killed a Flitchaye!" He impaled a stoat in the throat, and knocked him down, continuing on.

[phrostphyre]

"At least ye have a female tae warm ye in bed at night! All Ai''ve had since Ai can remember is maiself. Och, such is life." Shrugging philosophically, Convel noticed that most of the Flitchaye had fallen or run away. Hoping to frighten them away, Convel let loose with a mighty howl.
"ARROOOOOOOOOOORORROROoooRR! AI AM DEATH INCARNATE, COME TAE EAT YOUR SOULS!"

~*~
When Inion heard that howl, she felt goosebumps break out over her skin. When she looked out a window on an upper floor, she saw the huge wolf covered in blood once more, just like their original meeting. His blade was covered in the stuff, and Convel just kept going like he was from Hell.

[Malum]

Suddenly, Sir Chewy was knocked down by another one of them! He growled, and was about to cut it down, when it's mask came off to reveal...

***

Abbess Nutmeg looked out to see the vermin fleeing. She shrugged and opened the gates, slipping outside, and wincing. Tons of bodies of the Flitchaye layed on the path, blood still spilling out of their wounds. She noticed Sir Chewy with a Flitchaye, and bounded over to see what he would do.

***

The mask fell to the ground, showing the face of a female weasel. Sir Chewy bent over, and she winced, shutting her eyes. When she opened them, Sir Chewy held her mask out to her.
"Hey, I think you dropped this..." He said. The weasel smiled and took it back.
"Hi, I'm Somnus, and..thanks.." Abbess Nutmeg showed up, and asked.
"So, Chewy, are you going to kill her, or should I?" The weasel winced, and started shivering. Sir Chewy looked at Nutmeg and replied.
"No, she was going to return to her tribe...Unless you," Chewy said looking towards Somnus. "want to stay at the Abbey, as long as it's ok with Abbess Nutmeg...." Nutmeg smiled.
"It's ok with me, but what about Convel....He might not like it..."
"Who's Convel?" Somnus asked, puzzled. Sir Chewy and Nutmeg spoke at once.
"Him.." They pointed towards the wold, bloody, and holding a bloody sword. Somnus gulped.

[phrostphyre]

"Ai dinnae care. As long as ye dinnae try tae eat any of these wee beasties, Ai'm fine with it." So saying, Convel looked around for something to wipe his blades and paws on to clear the blood off of. As he looked around, he noticed that he could use a dead body, or dirt.
"Would ye mind mightily if Ai cleaned up in yon Abbey pond?"

[Malum]

Abbess Nutmeg smiled.
"No, but the grayling will..." Somnus shook her head.
"I never did eat anyone, I'm strictly vegetarian."

[phrostphyre]

"If yon grayling tries tae eat me, Ai'll show him who's boss. Ai am partial tae a wee grayling." After saying this, Convel dropped his kilt and took off running towards the pond, yelling like a banshee.
"Woo this water's cold!" Diving beneath the water, Convel swam through the pond like an awkward otter. Grabbing some sand from the bottom of the pond, he started scrubbing himself to rid the blood from himself, all the while keeping a paw in the hole in his stomach.

~*~
"Not only is that wolf a show-off, he's crazy too." As Inion watched Convel dive into the water, she thought that he had a nice back. Except for the fact that it was covered in scars and he was covered in blood. She thought:'He'd make a good husband. Willing to fight to protect what he thinks is right, nice tail, probably knows how to farm if he's from the Northern Mountains...'