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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 21, 2007 20:23:18 GMT -5
The raticate would have some fun tormenting this sour little kit. Oh yes, he would. He set off after Sassano, hiw mind brimming with ideas.
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Post by fya on Feb 21, 2007 20:25:22 GMT -5
Sassano continued to scurry back towards where he'd left Alca. But he'd gone pretty far since he'd gone to the river. Annoyed with himself, he hurried along. His appitite had disappeared.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 21, 2007 20:27:02 GMT -5
The raticate had a jolly feeling in him as he followed Sassano. He wondered where the kit was going now. He picked up a small but rather rotten berry and, hiding behind a bush, hurled it lightly at the kit.
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 12:30:07 GMT -5
Lucky. This time Sassano was lucky. He heard the whir of the berry flying through the air and ducked. It collided with a tree. Goo ozzed from it. "Yuck," he muttered. "Plant food." He glanced back, but the raticate was hidden. "Leave me alone," he growled before setting off again.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 15:09:04 GMT -5
~Drat,~ thought the raticate. The kid was onto him. He picked up another berry from beneath the same tree, so it was equally rotten. He held it in his front paw and waited for the boy to let his guard down.
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 15:31:48 GMT -5
Seriously annoyed, Sassano set off again. So apparently an aurseus's pressense wasn't enough to get a damn raticate off his back. Once I get a little bigger I'll teach that piece of crap a lesson, he thought darkly.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 15:45:40 GMT -5
The raticate lobbed another berry at Sassano, this time trying to aim a bit better.
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 15:47:59 GMT -5
And aim better he did. The rotten berry smacked into the back of Sassano's head. "QUIT IT!" he yelled, not even bothering to look back. He had to be getting close to where Alcatraz was making his house, he just -had- to be!
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 15:58:19 GMT -5
The raticate would've laughed but he was now too busy talking to a couple of strangers. {ooc: Moved to other thread}
Harcus moved away from the umbreon and vulpix, cursing under his breath. He needed to return to the Horde with either a prisoner or a recruit and soon or they would start wondering where he was. He saw a little kit not too far away and moved swiftly towards him. " Hello," he said.
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 16:07:20 GMT -5
Sassano whipped around to see the zangoose. First the raticate, now a zangoose. So much for this place being safe. Obviously no one knew Alca had made his home here. He was a bit afraid, as his evil father had been a zangoose.
"Umm hi," he said, a little worried.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 16:09:42 GMT -5
"Your father wouldn't be Marcol by any chance, would he?" The zangoose stepped swiftly close to him, ready to grab him if Sassano made a dash for it.
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 16:20:42 GMT -5
"Why do you wanna know?" Sassano tried to even his voice out, but it was hard with the fright welling up in him. How did this zangoose know his father was Marcol? Maybe it -was- Marcol?
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 16:23:11 GMT -5
Harcus could see the family resemblance now. This kit carried the same willful streak and mannerism than his brother did. He reached out to grab the kit by the scruff, " if you do, I have a little place you will soon be calling home."
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 16:25:29 GMT -5
As he was hoisted into the air, Sassano knew it was time to call for help. "LET! ME! GO!" he yelled and then yelled the names he knew could help him, "MOM! CORALYN! ALCATRAZ! HELP ME!"
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 16:30:48 GMT -5
Harcus clamped a clawed paw over the kit's mouth. " Now now, can't have everyone in the forest coming to your rescue, hmmm?" He grinned and swiftly moved away from the area. If anyone had heard, they would soon arrive.
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 18:34:45 GMT -5
Sassano wriggled in Harcus's grasp and tried to bite the paw that was clamped over his mouth. No luck. He stopped trying to bite, but continued to wriggle. Maybe the zangoose would trip or be distracted and loosen his grip.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 18:39:01 GMT -5
Harcus used his paws to clamp Sassano's little muzzle shut while he ran off with him. " We have a date with the dungeons."
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Post by fya on Feb 22, 2007 18:57:07 GMT -5
Sassano got really scared then. Really, really scared. He started to shiver. Cold sweat dripped down his fur as he was raced away from all things familiar by Harcus.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 22, 2007 19:00:29 GMT -5
Harcus headed straight east, feeling triumphant and indeed lucky for having tracked down the final kit, or so he thought was the final kit, of Marcol's errant mates. He travelled straight out towards the Fortress...
{Continued in the dungeons}
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