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Post by Coriolis on Nov 22, 2004 13:38:30 GMT
[OOC:- 'Watcher 1 to control... Request permission to land IFR runway 12, Winterian wastes......'] [ModNote: Diverting from The Scroll of Bruin Rocks.] Choir: Up to the stratosphere, up where the air is clear... Oh LET'S GOOOOOOOOO........ fly a KITE! *The Feline Watcher and his chaotic transport part company at speed and height. Fluttering Kite wafting off in one direction, yowling Watcher plummeting in the other...* [Thinking to himself :- ] Next time..... we walk.... OH SH............!!!! *The thought goes unfinished, murdered in it's middle-age by an onrushing snowbank. The impact is muted but immense, throwing flurries of Ice and Snow in all directions and ploughing a trench several hundred yards long in the soft white stuff...* *And then silence returns to the icelands, all evidence of Coriolis passing slowly covered up by the continuing weather....* |
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Post by The Hermit on Dec 18, 2004 19:40:32 GMT
The stooped figure sat on a rocky outcrop watches the dot in the sky as it drifts closer..then the dot becomes two dots one is moving away the other just hanging there for a moment..the second dot seems to be getting closer..the stooped figure shakes what may be its head and starts to shuffle away from the falling swearing dot that is now plain headed for a fastrack meeting with the ground...the stooped figure looks back at the dot in time to see the large plume of snow thrust into the air wear the dot has landed..it shakes its head again and shuffles into a nearby concealed cave
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Post by Coriolis on Dec 18, 2004 23:23:03 GMT
*Hours have past... The continuing snowfall has practically covered up the trench that was forcefully dug by an unwilling feline nose... Only someone who knew what had recently happened would have the slightest chance of spotting the remaining evidence...*
[glow=blue,2,300]PAFF!!![/glow]
*A snowball sporting ears and whiskers pops up from one of the snowdrifts. It appears to scan the immediate surroundings for a few moments before the snow underneath cracks open and reveals the Watcher beneath...*
*Stiffly, the tiger pads out of the white cocoon and shakes off the excess snow from his fur. The signature black stripes stand out in stark contrast from the surroundings but the White is lost amongst the flurries. It gives the impression of a vaguely Tiger shaped black-skeleton standing stoic against the blizzard...*
No point in hanging around I suppose, I may as well get a move on...
*Noticing signs of past habitation in the distance, He leaves only paw-prints..... Habitation means Civilisation, Civilisation means Good Hunting......*
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Post by The Hermit on Dec 22, 2004 19:24:17 GMT
The tourches splutter from the slight breeze thats flows into the hermits cavern..Inside we see the stooped figure of the hermit mooching around in the collection of old jars stacked against the back wall, a grunting noise emerges from somewere in the vicinity of the hermit and then the figure shuffles over to a small black hole by the caverns mouth..an arm disappears into the hole and when it withdraws its clutching in skeletal finger a intricatly carved black and blood red long bow and a quiver of long thin black arrows with curiously shaped heads and strange swept back flights..
bow in one hand and quiver in the other the hermit steps out into the all consuming white............
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Post by Coriolis on Dec 23, 2004 0:38:47 GMT
[Nearby, deep in the White-out...]
*Despite the treacherous conditions, the hunting in these parts is extremely good. The local Deer and Elk have accounted well for themselves and their numbers are strong. Their very life-essence clean and bright to a user of Kaylos teachings...*
*The blizzard conditions camouflage the Tiger perfectly as he stalks the herd. His prey seemingly oblivious to the noble death keeping low to the ground and moving slowly toward them...*
[Thinking to himself] The circle of life favours the strong... The blanket of death favours the unheeding....
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Post by The Hermit on Jan 1, 2005 1:22:57 GMT
[OOC its 1:15am and my brains fried..thought id give you a suprise disappointment though  ..will post tommorrow...enjoy your tailcicle]. the hermit creeps out of his hole..looks about and decides his warm bed is a better choice right now........ [OOC: HAPPY NEWYEAR  ] |
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Post by Coriolis on Jan 1, 2005 15:15:04 GMT
[OOC: Ye cheeky sod!  ;D All the best to the lot o' Yez!] (meanwhile) *The hunt is proceeding well. The porcelain white snow staining red as the first meal drops. to the ground, it's neck caught in the unenviable position of having teeth either side...* *The kill was silent, The herd stil unaware of the Reapers presence...* *Unfortunately, The loud 'THUNK' of an arrow flying between his ears and burrowing itself into a nearby tree spooks them and the chase is on....* |
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Post by Madmogsue on Jan 5, 2005 2:10:42 GMT
(occ: continued from "A new dawn of evil") *After a few hours of walking and flying the moogle appears in a forestry area..she feels the presence of more than one form in this area... could one be her target?* *Both seem of interest, but the signals she's recieving from both give very different auras....* *She makes her way towards the closer of the two as she does, she sences the further, making his exit. Whether it be from her appearance or lack of interest in what they had originally came for, she did not know. Her sences were still a little off from the "ceremony".* *Continuing cautiously towards her target, she sees some movement in the nearby trees... onlt to discover that the creature was only a lowly mountain cat in search of food. * *she sits on a nearby log, to contemplate her situation... her senses are not right, she wished they hadden done it to her... all her memories lost... she had to try and remember... what she may have known in the past could help her in the future.....* |
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Post by Coriolis on Jan 5, 2005 2:21:36 GMT
*The spooked herd are now fully aware of the hunters presence and intentions, and the chase is going badly. No Tiger, Watcher or otherwise, has ever had the stamina to continue a headlong sprint for more than a few minutes. Add this to the fact that the herd or on familiar ground and the End-result of the hunt is no-longer in doubt....*
*Tired and out-run, Coriolis goes from four legs to two. He offers a muttered oath to the Gods to smite whoever committed the sin of alerting his prey....*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jan 5, 2005 2:31:31 GMT
* after racking her brain and getting no-where she gets up, noticing a change in the atmosphere, somthing doesnt add up...*
She spins around not seeing the large creature of wildlife she had a moment ago, but a man, somehow familiar... maybe this was her target....?*
*The man then turned round and looked in her general direction.... there is was.... could this be the jewel her master was in desperate need of having??*
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Post by Coriolis on Jan 5, 2005 2:42:19 GMT
*A black furred Moogle in a white blizzard has the unhappy nack of standing out like a sore thumb to any who look upon it.... And Coriolis is such a being doing such a thing...* What the heck?!?  Mog? Where did you flutter off to? What the hell are you doing in this Icy place? Mog? MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG?!? *He makes a move toward her, The Green pendant swinging freely around his neck.* [Thinking to himself] Rhiannon is going to be happy to see her again! |
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Post by Madmogsue on Jan 6, 2005 0:32:04 GMT
*as he walks toward her.... the swinging pendant catching the light as he moves, blinding her with a green flash. *...Mog... is that what he called me... surely Iwouldn't have such a stupid name as that, i must have mistaken him for someone else....* *but that pendant... it reeks of magic.... it's too strong for me, i must prepare to greet him the conciderate way.... i must prepare for battle.....* *The moogle flies off just before the man reaches her.... disappearing into the snowy skies, out of sight....* (occ: continues in "Goth" - "preparing for battle") |
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Post by Coriolis on Jan 6, 2005 0:52:54 GMT
(Surprised at her flight) Mog? MOOOG?!? Where in the gods names are you going?!? *He chases after her for a few hundred yards but only succeeds in losing her amongst the forest canopy....* (Thinking) Why did She run? Why the heck is her fur Carbon Black?!? *The herds are gone and whoever it was that gave away his position to them has long since faded out in the Blizzard... There is nothing else for him here...* *With a shrug of the shoulders he returns to his more comfortable, and better camouflaged, Feline countenance and begins the long trudge through Level 3 and back to Wolfenden. The cave under the Dunnfall will suffice as a resting place before he returns to the village...* *He Leaves only the trench, pawprints and a Hermits arrow sticking out of a tree-trunk...* [OOC:- Padding outward toward the DunnFalls, arriving MANY hours after this...] |
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;D All the best to the lot o' Yez!]
Mog? Where did you flutter off to? What the hell are you doing in this Icy place?