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Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Jan 8, 2006 21:04:27 GMT -5
**A mess tunic and worn pair of breeches is the clothing of a young ferret maid. She holds up a paw and you relize it is holding a stale biscut.** Are you READDY TO RUUUUUMMMBLLLEEE???!!!! **She leaps ontop of the nearest table and prepares for a fight.**
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Post by Rose, Brightgale, & Moonstripe on Jan 8, 2006 22:05:53 GMT -5
**An ominous BANG is heard, and the door to the mess hall flies open as a rather large, rougish-looking otter applies his weight to them. He stands in the doorway with a ladle in one paw and a stale scone in the other, clothed in an old tunic. His cheeky grin flashes in the light of the doorway and he raises his ladle like a sword, roaring his warcry.** FOR TIRIA WILDLOUGH!!!!! EEEEE AYE EEEEEEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Jan 9, 2006 20:27:59 GMT -5
**The ferret warrioress, her face grim with determination and laughing with the joy of the fight, lifts her head and gives her screeching warcry.** FOR ATHEMMMMMMMMM!!!!!! YAAAHHHHH!!! **She leaps off the table and charges the otter in a dead run.** FOR VICTORYYYY!! FOR FREEDOOMM!! FOR JUSTICEE!!! **She whips out her sling and loads it with her scone, all the while running. Whipping it around expertly, Noel continues her brazen triade with unrelenting energy.**
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Post by Rose, Brightgale, & Moonstripe on Jan 9, 2006 21:12:22 GMT -5
**Brightgale Streamdog's grin spreads wider over his cheeky face, and he replies with a booming cry.** FOR LIFE! FOR LIBERTY! FOR SCOOOOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!! **He tosses his scone in the advancing ferret's face and snatches up a pan, intending to use it as a shield.**
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Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Jan 10, 2006 22:22:16 GMT -5
**She quickly raises a paw to sheild herself. This deflects the scone. Then she finally whips off the scone that was resting inside her twirling sling.** YYYAHAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! FOR VICTOOORRRYY!!!!!!
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Post by Rose, Brightgale, & Moonstripe on Jan 11, 2006 19:41:25 GMT -5
**Brightgale brought up his pan at the right moment, causing the fast-flying scone to reflect off of it. He shook his paw in pain- the vibrations from the collision still ringing throughout the hall. He hopped to the side and stuck his footpaw out in front of the passing ferret maiden in an attempt to trip her up.**
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Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Jan 21, 2006 21:23:18 GMT -5
**Indeed, Gale's footpaw, stuck right in her path, caused the charging ferretmaiden to trip. She tipped forward and let out a sharp, short yell. Acting more out of instinct than quick wit, she reached for Gale's outstreched arm.** NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Post by Rose, Brightgale, & Moonstripe on Jan 22, 2006 1:00:49 GMT -5
Whooa! **Caught off balance, the large-framed otter tottered for a moment, straining with his muscular arms to keep Noel from falling to the ground and, in the process, keep himself from following. He finally managed to get both footpaws firmly on the ground, his sleek, dark brown fur slightly ruffled by the encounter.**
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Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Jan 23, 2006 23:54:56 GMT -5
**Acting quickly, Noel tucked in her head and rolled into a tight wheel before dropping to the wooden floor. She did a flashy summersault as soon as her curved back came in contact with the solid ground. She rose a few feet from her opponent and swiftly leaped at him again, brandishing a messy pud' pie. And all of the above in one, fluid movement.**
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. I'll post in Blue. 
