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Post by EbonyPatriot on May 17, 2005 18:12:26 GMT -5
OOC: 'Tis quite all right Epesi- no need to apologize. BIC: Roanoke flattens his ears at the off-key singing, his eyes twitching. "We can use a few more voices," says Tuke. "I do NOT sing!" barks the sire. "Stags do NOT sing!!!" "Nonsense!!! I sing many times," replies Qoheleth, his face happy. "I'm afriad I've never heard this song- could you repeat it after you're done so I can join?"
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Post by Epesi on May 17, 2005 21:38:46 GMT -5
Tuke looks slightly disappointed by Roanoke's refusal, but he seems content that Qoheleth will lend his voice. "Well, at least there's the three of us, eh? Rutt and I will go over the verses first, and then you can come in. Just follow my lead..."
"Wait a minute, Tuke, don't you think maybe I could lead this time?"
Tuke hesitates. "But...well...I know the song better than you, eh?"
"Trample off, you do not. Besides, I'm the better singer anyhow."
"You -- oh, forget it. Why don't we just go at the same time...harmonize, eh?"
Rutt seems to consider this. "Fine. Let's get started, then. 'Harmonize' away."
What follows could only loosely be called "harmony," but they're singing the same words at the same time, at any rate.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on May 26, 2005 17:21:30 GMT -5
Qoheleth gently bobs his head to every note, his ears intently cocked forwards for every lyric. As soon as the brothers finish, the stag says: "Ready everyone? One-two-three!!!" The White-Tail joins the moose in song; his voice, however, is clearly more used to chanting than singing.
"Great," mutters Roanoke underneath his breath. "Two off-key Moose and chanting Deer. How could things possibly get worse?"
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Post by Epesi on May 26, 2005 18:15:58 GMT -5
As if on cue, a crack of thunder interrupts the trio's song; Tuke cuts off with a startled yelp. Rutt looks up in dismay as the first few raindrops land on his nose. Before long, the heavens are pouring.
Tuke shakes the water from his coat, even as it continues to pour, and presses on. "No need to let a little rain dampen our spirits, eh?" He chuckles slightly at his joke. "So, uh, where were we? Not the snow, not the rain..."
In the face of the sudden shower, Rutt and Tuke only sing more boisterously than ever.
OOC: It's hard to pass up an opportunity to answer that question. XD
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Post by EbonyPatriot on May 28, 2005 12:32:00 GMT -5
OOC: LOL I love the line from the song you choose!!! ;D Hoo-hoo it is a fun question isn't it? BIC: The rain saturates the stags' fur, gluing the hair their bodies. Roaonoke flattens his ears sits miserably on his haunches, the mud clinging to his flanks and white legs. "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!!!" he screeches, staring into the sky. "CAN YOU POSSIBLY MAKE THINGS ANY WORSE!!"
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Post by Epesi on May 31, 2005 17:53:27 GMT -5
Once again, the song is cut short, this time by Roanoke's despairing cry. And once again, some distance ahead, the brothers stop to find that their father is not following.
Rutt tilts his head. "Is he okay?"
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A hunter beckons to his companions, pointing out their quarry: a bull moose, whose strange behavior seems to suggest serious injury. After a few simple, whispered instructions, the men fan out, and slowly begin their approach.
The hunter closest to their prey, a nervous young man, grips his spear with shaking hands. His heart beats faster, his muscles grow tight with anticipation. He begins to raise his arm, preparing for the throw.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jun 1, 2005 15:58:24 GMT -5
Too late, Roanoke turns in time to see the hunter throw spear into his side. He bellows in pain as blood sprayed from the wound, mixing with the mud below. The whites of his eyes gleaming, Roanoke springs to his hooves and races towards the trees, only to have another spear enter his side. "Perhaps I should haven't made that challenge," he moans, staggering.
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The trio watch in horror as the stag is struck. "Oh what a fool I am!!!" moans Qoheleth. "Why wasn't I watching! Quick! Save yourselves! I'll distract!" With that the stag lunges at the humans, pulling up his leg as though he were hurt. "Oh!! The pain!!" he bellows, not in the least bit fooling anyone. (For such a great leader, Qoheleth is a terrible actor).
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Kiv
New Character
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Post by Kiv on Jun 3, 2005 21:26:47 GMT -5
OOC: Hi there! As Ebony asked me I'll try to take part in this rp! I thought to continue the story from another point of view, but if I'm going too far, just catch me back BIC Meanwhile somewherelse in the forest... *THUD* - ooooowwwww my head!!! - ouch! emh sorry! - can't you be more careful, eh??? - I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to fall on your head! Besides your head is harder than mine! - Oh trample off kid!!! Didn't your mom ever teach you not to harm others eh? Kiv didn't reply. He lowered his head and wiped his eyes - Your mom is not of the teaching sort - No, he was more...of the disappering and never coming back sort - oh, emh, I'm sorry kid.. - Hey, *cheering up* never mind, I'll be just fine so! - So where are you going to go kid eh? - I don't know! I'll continue to look for my brother... - All alone? - No way! I'll never let you wonder in the forest with all its danger and risks! From now on, I'm going with you! - Whoa! That's very kind of you! Hey my name is Kiv! - Nice to meet you eh! My name is Dulcis!
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jun 14, 2005 19:52:47 GMT -5
OOC: Hmm, 'twould porbabaly be better if you were with Rutt, Tuke, Roanoke, and Qoheleth- that way there would be more interaction. However, since you've created a new character, why not have the one be with the stags and Kiv stay with Dulcis? It's up to you of course- let me so I can reply to your post.
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Post by Epesi on Jul 4, 2005 18:46:55 GMT -5
OOC: Geeze, the guy is speared twice and he's still standing, eh? BIC: For a split second, the brothers are rooted to the spot, struggling with various inner conflicts. Rutt's fear battles with his guilt, feeling responsible for turning Roanoke away; joining the fray is the pressure of being the little brother, always in Tuke's shadow, and the desire to, just once, do something great. Meanwhile, Tuke has conflicts with his duty, as the older brother, to be strong, to set an example. Incidentally, very little of this actually gets through to their brains. The happenings up top are rather less complex: Hunters. Spears. Blood. The conflict is there, and still troubling, but similarly simplified: Save Roanoke, die. Run away, live. A wayward spear lands between them with a wet sound, and the brothers hastily take the latter option. --- The young hunter cries out, stumbling backwards, as the old stag appears before them, shining in the rain, one leg lifted in a strange dance. Convinced that it must be a spirit, the man stares at it, entranced; his comrades lower their remaining spears in wonder. After a strange, reverent silence, the lead hunter shouts a different command, and in an instant the men are gone, retreating into the trees. The youngest one takes one last, wondering look over his shoulder, before following his companions. Several moments later, a hopeful fox emerges from the bushes, snorting with amused disdain. "These humans. Think they see spirits everywhere. Jumping at shadows!"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jul 10, 2005 18:50:11 GMT -5
OOC: Heheh the world is filled with magic eh Epesi? I do hope Kiv answers me soon, I think I'll PM him... BIC: Qoheleth's ears cock forward with pure shock as the men leave. A hopeful fox emerges from the bushes, snorting with amused disdain. "These humans. Think they see spirits everywhere. Jumping at shadows!" "Oh," says the stag in a surprised voice, looking at the vulpin. "Is that really why they left? They think I'm a spirit?" A low moan from Roanoke distracts the old White-tail. "Oh poor Roanoke!" he cries gently approaching the moose. The pitiful trembling stag stands with his head hanging down. The spears stick out of his left side, a rib between both. Surprisingly, the blood flow is now a mere trickle. Qoheleth’s examines Roanoke and gives a great sigh of relief. "You're lucky. The spears haven't gone through to your lungs. In fact, it looks like they just punctured the layer of muscle." "How can you-?" rasps the moose, eyes narrowed. "Look at how much of the spear is on the outside," replies Qoheleth. "It must just be in far enough to be held by fat and hair. Now then, I need to pull these out and then plaster it with mud perhaps..." "Whoa whoa hold on!" snaps Roanoke. "How do you know?" "I'm a healer," replies Qoheleth. "Now then-" The stag freezes, and turns to find the fox still standing near by. "What do you want? Roanoke will live."
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Post by Epesi on Jul 10, 2005 20:14:57 GMT -5
"I'm so happy for you," says the fox, flatly. "Wonderful, really miraculous. Congratulations." Still, he doesn't leave. He doesn't move an inch. He only sits like a cat and watches, unblinking. The rain does seem to make him uncomfortable; he's still partly dry, as he only left his shelter moments before, when he heard the sounds of a hunt. The outer hairs of his bushy tail form dark spikes. Even so, he looks faintly amused, as he regards the moose and the deer with cat's eyes.
Finally, he says, "You're missing half your herd, or whatever you call it. I didn't think moose travelled in herds. Are you migrating?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jul 14, 2005 17:39:15 GMT -5
The spears stick out of the Roanoke's left side, a rib separates the two. He stands with his lowered head facing the Fox, a slight shiver vibrating his body.
Qoheleth grasps the spear handles in his teeth and tilts it to one side. "You'll probably bleed again," he warns in a muffled tone. Then, using all of his strength, the stag yanks the spear out of the Moose.
Fresh blood sprays from the wound let again; luckily it soon slows to a trickle. The old stag spits out the spear and bows his head.
Roanoke cannot help but grimace as Qoheleth slurps up mud and, using his tongue, plasters it over the wound.
The Fox says, "You're missing half your herd, or whatever you call it. I didn't think moose traveled in herds. Are you migrating?"
"Oh we're not migrating," replies Qoheleth, spitting out the spear. "We're searching for someone- we can't leave her in the lurch. And as for the other two- as soon as he's patched up here we'll catch up with them."
"Who are you, Fox?" snaps Roanoke, gasping in pain as the second spear was pulled out. "What do you want?"
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Post by Epesi on Jul 27, 2005 22:22:32 GMT -5
"I'm nobody particularly exciting, and what I want would only bore you. Anyway, it's not likely we'll meet again." Finally, he stands, and gives himself a rigorous shake, though by now it won't make much difference. "Well, watching your brush with death has been an interesting diversion. Something to tell your grandchildren about, eh? Provided they're not particularly squeamish. "Now, as long as I'm thoroughly soaked, I might as well make myself useful, and go hunt. Good luck on that quest of yours."
Slipping into the bushes in a confusion of fur and water droplets, the fox is gone.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jul 29, 2005 17:59:41 GMT -5
Qoheleth and Roanoke watch the Fox disappear into the bushes, their ears cocked forward. "Odd," comments the old stag, shaking droplets from pelt.
"Carnivores," grows Roanoke as the White-Tailed slurps up more mud in his mouth.
Qoheleth pauses thoughtfully as he paints the mud over Roanoke's second wound. "Wyverns are shape-shifters," he mutters to himself, remembering something he had learned on his travels. Spitting out the mud, Qoheleth stares into the Moose's eyes. "Could that have been the Wyvern that was attacking you?"
Roanoke scores and stares down at the shallow slashes on his white legs, leftover by his arch-enemy's last attack. "Not unless Pyronondo's learned how to mask his Canadian accent. Come on," he says, taking a few steps. "We have to find my sons."
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