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Post by taith on May 11, 2007 22:17:46 GMT -5
The black cloaked figure in the back of the tavern stared out with piercing eyes from under her hood. Seeing no threat, she remaoved the hood, and took off her cloak, as the tavern was quite cozy. Silvery tatooes danced up and down her sleekly muscled arms. The dark blue tunic was trimmed in and ivory thread, accenting the aged ivory of the tail ring that was etched with her name. She thought of the mischevious squirrel and stoic otter that had given it to her as a dibbun.
Good ol' Lav and Bri. Best Friends I ever had. She thought to herself as she absentmindedly stroked the ring.
Well, if I miss friends so much, lets see if I can make some here...
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Post by Tsarmina unlogged on May 12, 2007 20:19:55 GMT -5
**A slim figure walks into the room. Her crimson cape swirling behind her. Tsarmina's eyes darted from one side to the other.
Spotting Taith, she shrugged and sat next to her**
Hello. Welcome to the Rapids. My name is Tsarmina Killclaw. I'm not really this kind to other beasts, but you seem bad enough for me to talk to you. What's your name?
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Post by Padrina Star Riversong on May 16, 2007 23:05:30 GMT -5
*Padrina runs in screeching her head off* AAAGH! THE TERMITES ARE FIGHTING BACK! RUN FOR YE LIVES! *She bumps into a table and crawls under it while hundreds of flying termites fly around trying to bite her. She screams again and flees for the river* I never should have thrown spitwads at them! AAGH! OOOWWWEEE!
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Post by taith on May 31, 2007 13:02:43 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry I'm so late, I've been busy. Which sucks, cause its summer  Taith eyed the strange creature who ran in, screaming nonsense about termites with an icy blue stare. She turned an interested eye upon the wildcat, but it wasn't totally unfriendly. Well, I'm glad I passed you judgement, mate. I'm Taith Trueshaft. Thak you for your welcome. She waved over a member of the wait staff, and ordered a drink. Mannerless, she was not and asked her guest You want something? It's on me. |
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Post by Padrina Star Riversong on Jun 10, 2007 19:27:00 GMT -5
OOC: It wasn't nonsense! It was a real event! They actually turned on her!
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Post by taith on Jun 11, 2007 13:30:14 GMT -5
OOC: To quote Homer, (simpson) D'oh! lol
Termites began to fall as a strange gray mist fell over them. Taith had fluidly pulled out a bottle of bug spray, and the potion had proved to much for the puny bugs. Taith offered her completley silver paw to the otter maid beneath the table. "Need a hand, mate?"
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Post by Padrina Star Riversong on Jun 17, 2007 16:43:46 GMT -5
*Padrina bared her teeth* No! I was perfectly fine until you came along with your fancy-dancy sprays! Down with modernization I say! *stands on the table and strikes a heroic pose* May good old fashioned running away take care of everything! Espcecially with termites! why, these woulds are going to the ferrets, spray bottles! I've never seen the like! Why, the Hawk Rider herself would turn in her grave, and-OUCH! BLAST IT! *Padrina is stung by a termite and continues her flight to the river*
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Post by taith on Jun 23, 2007 16:44:23 GMT -5
"Um, I find spray bottles rather nifty." Taith said, giving Padrina a strange look.
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Post by Padrina Star Riversong on Aug 5, 2007 22:59:39 GMT -5
*Padrina just bared her teeth at the strange and modern suggestion and turned on her heel and marched away*
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