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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:58 am
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Rasconsa crouched on the brow of the hill, the wind whipping at him, ruffling the fur around his muscular form. His wall eyes were never still. He busied himself with cutting another notch on the handle of his hatchet "its been a slow day" he thought thought to himself "only three" if you didn't know better you would think that the hundreds of scratches were to improve grip.. But infact each notch was the life of a werecat that had been snuffed out at his hands.
Rasconsa looked up at the moon, and then back down at himself, sometimes he cursed his heritage, his snow white fur was perfect for concealing him in his native lands, but here, it made keeping out of site a bit more of a challenge. Not that he ever hid from a fight. One only had to glance at his scared body to see that. Some said he felt he had to prove himself, because of his.. lack of height.. but he never paid this any attention, he'd killed beings twice his size with ease. he knew the reason he fought so fearlessly and ruthlessly, and one day he would be able to stop.. one day.. How, was another question.. Would he be able to kill every werecat? or would the war simply come to end? As his life went on, seeing the blood shed day after day, remembering his fallen friends.. it was being to take its toll on this seasoned warrior more and more..
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 12:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 12:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 1:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:33 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:43 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 3:45 pm
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Tassa cleaned her dirtied blade on her trousers and smiled to the crowd, before turning to her Grandfather Garthe and kneeled before him. He placed upon her head a crown of golden leaves and flowers, that would sit between her large lioness ears. It had been a long time since a female Lion had ruled, and it had been a long time since her grandfather admitted the mistake he had made it banishing her father. She stood and with a smile turned to her people, she winked at Mityl and grinned to her friend.
"Werecats, today is a great day. I promise you, that with the last of my breathe I will find a way to end this war, whether I must go to the mountains and take them apart stone by stone!" A great cheer went up before Tassa threw her sword into the stage, and was ushered out by the other warriors who threw their arms around their friend. After all the Warriors were much like family.
"Tassa..." A Werecat girl spoke quietly to her in her ear. "A rouge Werewolf, a white one was seen wandering territory near the palace."
Tassa glared, as she strode away, holding up her hand, and nodding thanks to the girl. She moved through the crowd, blood still staining her trousers and towards Mityl. "We need to move and fast." Tassa whispered. "The others are endangered, and there is a royal wolf that has been seen near the gates."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 10:04 am
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Rasconsa cursed himself. He'd been so in awe of the palace, that he had forgotten that he was in enemy territory. While he was he staring at the palace he hadn't noticed a near by patrol until it was too late. He moved round behind a tree. He drew one of his daggers and lightly held the handle of the hatchet. He would have to take them out quickly, if even one got away they would be able to bring the whole palace down on him, and no matter how good a fighter he was, that would spell his end.
As the 5 guards approached, he slowed his breathing, waiting for the rite moment. The cat at the head of the group turned to address the rest; "I think we shoul.." he stopped mid sentence as he herd a strange noise, turning round he herd a thud before realising the first noise he had herd was a hatchet spinning threw the air and the second was it burying itself in his chest.
Rasconsa was among them before the lead had hit the floor. He slashed at the next two, cutting the first across the throat, only to turn on the next, stabbing him in the stomach and beating him across the muzzle with the butt of the his other dagger, knocking him to the floor.
He now stood to the face the last three who, were now aware of his presence. He sheathed one of his daggers and pulled his hatchet from the chest of first he killed.
One of the cats shot out a question pointing his sword at Rasconsa "Wh-Who are you?!". "Rasconsa" was all he got in reply but at this you could see the all fight drop out of them. They turned tail and ran for palace.
Rasconsa knew this was bad news for him, they would be out for his blood in force in a matter of minuets. "Merk" he swore in the native tongue. As he started after them, throwing his axe as he ran he got the slowest of them but the other two were into the open before he had a chance to do anything about it.
After retrieving his axe he set off back into the forest, he would head deeper in and then head west, running parallel with the palace. They would almost certainly amuse that he would head back to the Werewolf boundary and try to run him down before he got there. This way he gave them a false set of tracks to follow. He just hoped that they would take the bate.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:07 pm
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Kirinkinetic Telepathetic
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 6:49 pm
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 12:36 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 4:05 pm
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