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Post by Caterpillar on Jan 22, 2015 18:12:42 GMT -5
Errot ignored the vixen as she seemed to have found a new tress-relief in someone else. Good, maybe hitting that other fox would keep her occupied for a while. Now she wasn't going to interrupt him again...
The weasel-boy averted his eyes from the entertainment and moved them upon the otter.
"Okay Nissa", Errot started, pleased that he had learned the otter's name. "You seem like a capable fighter. I like that and --"
Yet again his words were cut but this time the responsible one wasn't the annoying vixen, but an old and decrepit pine marten who emerged from the shadows. Errot stared at this rasp voiced beast for a moment - not because of he was scared or something. He had seen lots and lots of scarier beasts, thanks to Knar and all the places where he had been with the warrior-marten.
Maybe some other kid would have been spooked by old marten's appearance and crazy-talk, but Errot had both seen and heard far more worst things while he and Knar had tarried in the local vermin gangs and taverns on their travels. And quite frankly this old sack of bones wasn't as scary and threatening like some drunk and crazy brutes the weasel-boy had seen.
Errot stared the old marten only because he was getting really angry now. Why they KEPT interrupting him? Didn't they see he was in middle of something important here!? And he was about to get to the cool part of his speak too!
"Keep your fur on, old timer", he said to Mad Marten. "I'm not scared of this city's slavers, whatever they call themselves"
..Or at least Errot thought the nutcase marten was talking about slavers as their job-description fitted in the old beast's hysterical 'they come and take you all away' babbling. After all it wasn't a secret where criminals in this city usually dissapeared when captured: as galley slaves for the ships.
Now back to the white otter.
"Now where was I? -- Oh yeah!" Better get to the point before more in interruption popped up. Errot locked his eyes with the otter's, hoping he would look awe-inspiring like leader should.
"So Nissa - Want to join in my horde?"
It was so straight-to-the-point question coming from out-of-blue that almost anybeast who was on the ears-shot turned to stare the weasel in deep disbelief. Of course Errot interpreted it as a show of awestricken wonder. He betted no-one in here had ever been this close a horde leader.
And he continued:
"You could be my army's second-in-command -- well, after you prove me that you're worthy for the status", he added, not wanting to hand out the horde's second's best position just too easily. "But I think you could make it -- you just have to surpass my third-in-command"
From Errot's point of view he thought he had phrased that pretty well. Now it was only waiting for the otter to accept his generous offer. What the young boy maybe didn't quite realize was that most likely there wasn't even one soul who would have taken what he had just said seriously. After all, those words came from a weasel-boy who couldn't be older than nine...And top of that he was wearing plain ordinary tunic which you could see on any street-brat.
Somebeast snorted and he wasn't the only one - and then there was burst of laughter. Clearly that weasel-brat was just playing some make-believe game. But since the brat was seeking his play-mates from the prison cell, instead from the street where his age loitered, the conclusion was pretty evident: this brat had lost some of his marbles.
"Hang me from my tail... Mad Marten isn't the only crazy around here!" one of the criminals cracked up.
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Post by Rorgan on Feb 5, 2015 13:59:12 GMT -5
The moment the crazy marten had started talking, Nissa's head had turned to watch the beast, an eyebrow popped up slightly while he listened to the marten speak.
Well...he had seen crazy beasts before, so it wasn't exactly something he was surprised at. Truth be told, it was actually slightly entertaining to listen to crazy beasts speak. It usually made one feel a little more thankful to have their sanity.
However, he apparently had not heard the extent of the craziness, because once Errot's proposition was spoken, he could hardly believe what he was hearing.
Even Nissaya couldn't help but smile slightly at the boy. He enjoyed young ones' company, and even though this one was trouble, it was still a bit of a pick up to the otter.
"Would it get me out of this place if I said yes?" He asked in response, perhaps a tad jokingly. Who knew, maybe this weasel boy could actually help him. After getting out, it wouldn't be all that difficult to evade the boy.
It really all went back to his time back at the monastery, when he had actually learned everything he had started out with...
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“Now remember Nissa, some will attempt to use you, some for your abilities, and some for your brains, but you must remember never to trust another outside beast unless they have proven that they are able to be trusted. You must use your own judgment on this.”
At the time, Nissaya was barely eleven years old. His white furred head bobbed excitedly with that eager smile bright on his face. “I understand Master Hui-Jian!” He exclaimed in that excited voice.
The old mouse laughed gently at the excited otter, patting his shoulder. “I’m sure you do young Nissaya,” he responded affectionately. “Now go, practice your meditation or whatever Master Hua-Jing has for you young ones.”
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He had lived by those words every day of his life since then. He wasn't about to stop now, but if he could turn it around...use another to get himself out of his predicament...well...that wasn't giving in to Khyo, so it was alright. It wasn't like Errot was going to lose much from it anyway. He figured the kid was just messing around anyway, though it never hurt to have a small bit of faith...
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Post by coolcoyote on Feb 12, 2015 15:55:09 GMT -5
The mad marten continued to rock back and forth in his small corner, occasionally muttering something about 'Doom'.
The two foxes however could care less about the martens stories or the otter's future career as a horde enforcer. They had much more pressing concerns at the moment.
"Ok, fox..."
"It's Baro actually..."
"It's dead meet for all I care." Xia hissed, "How many can you take?"
The young fox paused to count the group of vermin rapidly approaching them. "...one?"
Xia let out an exasperated sigh. She rubbed at her eyes and it was quite obvious to all what she might be thinking.
It was then that the door opened. The sound of the locks being un done filled the room. The light from the guards torches was almost blinding in the dark.
Two members of the city guard entered the room. A red furred fox and a very pot bellied mink. They were just regular guards armed with clubs and carrying a torch in one paw.
The beast who entered next was carefull not to touch the sides of door. He was a feline obviously even though it was hard to see his facial features after he held a red cloth to his snout to protect himself from the smell.
The grey furred cat wore a collection of black and dark brown clothing. His cloak was black with dark grey lining, the brooch that held it about his shoulders was made of silver.
He removed the cloth about his face to reveal that his wiskers were all crooked, making his perfectly white smile somewhat...out of place. His left eye had been replaced with a false eye. It was glass and gold in color, completely different than his green right eye.
After he entered a third guard followed. A stoat.
Mad Marten gasped quietly in the back. His voice a dull whisper, "The barron...he comes!"
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Post by Caterpillar on Feb 19, 2015 15:17:59 GMT -5
Errot felt how his cheeks turned hot with irritation when his word were met with handful of laughter and jeeringfrom other prisoners. No-one seemed to believe him and when realizing that the young weasel could felt how bitter chunk got stuck in his throat, swelling in there. But he tried hard not to let it show - it just wouldn't do if Horde Commander acted like a small kid in verge of crying.
At least the otter didn't laugh. In fact the white beast retained proper conservation tone when speaking again and it didn't sound like hw was mocking him. It helped Errot regain his swayed self-confidence. Well, at least somebeast around here had brains between their ears!
...Or so Errpt though until he heard Nissan's question. The young weasel rolled his eyes.
"Duh, of course", Errot snorted, like the otter was asking something so obvious. "I can't have my maybe-to-be second-in-command to be locked up in some petty cell, now can I? How I'm gonna conquer the lands if my soldiers are behind the bars?" The weasel gave Nissa a look like he was contemplate how the otter didn't understand such a simply thing. Really now, that was a stupid question -- adults were so dull sometimes...
But dull or not, Errot had decided that the otter would join his horde. The fact that the white beast was in such tight spot just offered him some leverage to bargain. The weasel doubted that the otter wanted to grow moldy in this prison cell.
"Rest assured, if you join in my horde I'll get you out" he promised (and of course didn't even consider the possibility of failure)
"I don't think it's a bad deal -- as your future can't become any brighter if you stay in there"
Maybe his horde wasn't big or famous right now, but soon its fame and name would be known all over the lands! So he was cutting a pretty good deal here! The otter would get free and have high position in great and glorious army... And he would get a skilled henchmen. Maybe Knar would't be so thickheaded dullard when he got another soldier.
Young weasel's eyes almost sparkled in anticipation as he looked at Nissa -- like a kid waiting eagerly a new playmate
"So, do we have deal then?", he asked, but didn't have time to hear the actual answer as the cell's door suddenly opened and weasel had to duck out of the sight before he was spotted. But he didn't withdrew far: he stayed near the small window, trying to listen what was happening inside.
However the curiosity took best of him and carefully the boy peeked inside so he could see what was happening in the cell. His line of sight was limited, since the window was small, but he caught a glimpse of the guards and the well-dressed feline.
So this was the beast the old timer was spouting about? Errot cursed deep in his mind. If that beast with cape was a slaver then he probably was here to fetch some fresh slaves. What if the feline snitched the otter from him?
The appearance of three guards and feline had made the rest of prisoners alerted. Even those who had slowly prowled closer Xia and Baro, had withdrawn from the duo and were now leering at the cat. Mad Marten's insane babbling didnt improve the atmosphere.
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Post by Rorgan on Mar 11, 2015 14:59:41 GMT -5
Nissaya had been about to agree to the deal, if only for the fact that it gave him a chance of escaping the cell. He honestly didn't care if the others thought him a fool for it. Did it matter if it meant freedom?
Unfortunately, his thoughts were cut off by the entrance of the feline and his guards. The moment the otter saw the 'Baron', his eyes widened slightly. That eye...it was unnatural. So much so that it made his fur stand on end. Something was wrong about that cat, but Nissa couldn't place it.
After a few moments of solid staring at the cat, Nissa suddenly caught himself, and he looked away. The last thing he needed was to draw more attention to himself that he probably already did.
He could already feel the vulnerability of not having his cloak with him, which basically made him stick out like a sore thumb by completely revealing his pure white fur. It was almost blinding white in the near darkness, really, despite the fur being slightly dirty from his ordeal.
Nissa could only imagine why the mad marten was so terrified of the baron, and considering the city he was in, it wasn't exactly something that was difficult to imagine either.
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 13, 2015 9:16:31 GMT -5
The cat cast his golden eye gaze about the room. The beasts in the cell seemed to shy away from the feline as he approached. He would peer intently at each beast before moving onto the next.
"No. No. Certainly not..." he said to himself as he walked through the cell.
The cat paused at the two vermin foxes shackled together, "Hmmm, they might work...you know, if these are the best beasts you can provide me w-"
The feline stopped in mid sentence when he saw the white otter, his eyes grew so large that his prostectic threatened to fall out.
"An albino otter!" He practically purred with delight. The Baron slid up to the beast. "Tell me good sir, do you know how rare an albino otter is?"
"What are we, chopped liver?" The cat had to tear his attention away from the otter to glare murderously at Baro.
"What are you DOING?" Xia hissed into Baro's ear.
"Do you really want to stay here and get lynched?" The fox hissed back. "Our best chance of survival is with this guy. Just trust me, I know what I'm doing."
As the fox spoke the Baron rubbed at his chin, "Funny that you should mention that..." he paused for a moment before finally giving the beasts a wide shrug. "Why not. I can sell them to the fur market if nothing else."
Baro and Xia's eyes both widened before Xia turned to glare murder and death to Baro. Shying away from her gaze the fox laughed nervously, "Heh heh heh...um..."
"Take the foxes and the otter. Leave the rest to rot." The cat twirled a claw above his head before simply leaving, never passing the beasts a second look as the guards moved in to sieze them.
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Post by Caterpillar on Mar 14, 2015 17:08:42 GMT -5
From the corner of the small window Errot could see the one called "Baron" much better now when the feline took the stroll around the cell like some society lady on the garment store. He went past of the beasts which built looked like they were made for heavy labor work, without even second glance, which left the young weasel ponder what was it exactly the cat was looking from the prisoners… If he wasn’t here for good galley slaves then what for then? It was hard to hear the conservation in the inside…
The young wondering was cut short when he heard the feline's declaration about the "goods" he wanted. Errot swore under his breath. The blasted cat was going to take his soon-to-be-subordinate? No way! He saw the white otter first! Go get your henchbeast from somewhere else, you oddy-eye! You're not taking what's mine!
Errot withdrew from the window and looked quickly around. He needed to find out how that cat was planning to drag couple of beasts out from here. After all, even if the whole city knew about it, the guard just couldn't openly show that it was selling prisoners to third party… So there must be something they were going to use for smuggling the "sold goods" out of the prison grounds. Maybe a covered cart or something….
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Post by Rorgan on Mar 18, 2015 0:51:47 GMT -5
Nissaya had been closely inspecting the rather unsettling cat, and he actually managed to crack the smallest of smiles when he began to comment on the foxes.
His smile instantly vanished the moment the Baron's gaze landed on him however, and he had to resist the urge to back up at the sudden expression of hunger that he was regarded with.
When the cat actually slid a tad closer to him, his own eyes widened slightly as he leaned back a slight bit. "Uh..." Was all he managed before Baro piped up with his rather convenient stupidity, which made the Baron look away from him thankfully.
Things only got worse when the order was given to take him and the foxes. The otter sighed as he was picked up by two more guards that entered the room at the command. They unlocked his cuffs, roughly dragging him to his feet and from the room. Nissa didn't resist for once. He knew things would go all the more slowly if he did. Besides, maybe there was a way he could make it out.
Make it out alive, at least...
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Post by coolcoyote on Apr 7, 2015 15:10:59 GMT -5
A pair of blackwood carraiges awaited the poor travelers after they were led upward through the watchhouse.
Both carraiges looked expensive. The first was smaller, proving to be the cata own transporation as he gracefully leaped inside. The second wagon was larger, like a prison wagon with no seats or windows. It smelled of fear and death.
Of course they would be shoved roughly by the guards into that one. Xia yelps and barks as the guards toss her and her companion roughly into the back.
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Post by Caterpillar on Apr 22, 2015 14:12:37 GMT -5
Errot sneaked around the corners and hid behind different kinds of hiding places, and eventually managed to reach the yard where two carts stood waiting.
This must be it, the young beast thought as he peeked behind large barrel. Both of those wagons looked expensive, almost like screaming how they belonged to somebody rich and important… And more importantly the second one of them was fitting perfectly for transporting the captives
But how he was going to follow those carts? If the pullers, those muscular stoats, were to start running he would eventually fall behind if he tried follow them on the foot. No matter how quick he was, he would lose in endurance.
So there must be some other way to keep up with them… If he only could ride in one of those carts then everything would be so much simpler. But if he hid inside the prison wagon, he would be found out - and same applied to the smaller cart. Errot had seen those type of wagons before: couple of times he had watched how road-bandits had robbed carts much like that one. So he knew there wasn't much of spare space, only comfortable seats and nice decorations to make the passenger feel himself comfy…
But wait, maybe there was something he could hid himself in!
Staying low Errot started move towards the carts, approaching them from the pullers blind spot. It went smoothly as the stoats didn't much care about for keeping watch. On the contrary they seemed to avoid looking around, like they knew that the less they saw, head or knew, the better it was for their own safety.
Anyhow it was easy to sneak to the smaller cart, carefully open the door and slip in. And as soon as he did so, Errot found himself surrounded by wealth and shine. The walls of the cart were plated by leaf gold, the wood carved into shapes of ferns and other leaf-ornaments.
But there was no time to stare all of this open mouthed and Errot snapped himself out of it. Let's see… If he remembered correctly, in some passenger-carts there were…
Errot grabbed the edge of the seat's cushion, trying to lift it up. Ha! He knew it! The cushion opened up like chest's lit and revealed an empty space under the cushy pillows. This was where one could store his luggage -- and this was where the bandits found their precious loot. And it was just the right size for him to hide in!
With triumph grin Errot climbed in and closed the lit back to its place. It became pitch-black in the box, but at least there was room for a small kid like him. Luckily there wasn't anything in the luggage-box so he didn't need to be afraid of that the cat would look in here.
Now all Errot could do was settle for waiting. And he didn't need to wait long as he heard how the cart's door opened and someone lowered himself on the seat. And soon after the cart started moving, in quick pace.
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Post by Rorgan on Apr 22, 2015 14:23:37 GMT -5
Nissa barely resisted as he was led to the second cart, though of course he didn't make it all that easy for the two guards holding his bound arms. Despite his nature, he was actually rather strong and hard to pull along if he didn't want to be.
Eventually, they made it to the cart, and he was roughly shoved inside, though he didn't make any kind of sound despite the annoying sounds of protest made by his fellow prisoners. He never had cared for vermin for this exact reason, which he knew was wrong, but he couldn't quite help that kind of mindset.
Unfortunately, the floor was the only place to sit, and so Nissaya sat with his back against one of the walls, his eyes closed. Eventually, he felt the cart move, and they were soon on their way.
For the most part, he just tried his best to meditate, though the distractions around him weren't making the task all that easy.
Looking back, he really had no idea what he was expecting when he had come to a mostly vermin city such as Los Lobos. He had heard the city's reputation before, and still he had gone.
He supposed it served him right for not heeding the warnings his instincts had been sounding.
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Post by coolcoyote on May 3, 2015 14:52:49 GMT -5
The weasel's presence goes un noticed even as the carts door opens a second time. "Is it done?" The barron can be heard. There is a quality of excitement in his voice.
"The bribes are in place. That lout of a guard captain wanted more than we agreed to. Shameless parisite..." the second voice was femine but it was impossible to place her species through sound alone. Her voice sounded older but still with in her youth.
"I hope this little venture is worth it. If this keeps up we will start to gain the wrong attention."
The cart began to move. The ride for both wealthy and prisoners alike was bumby as the cart pulls through the poorly laid cities of los lobos.
"Pfft, please. People buy slaves from the jails all the time." The baron can almost be heard rolling his eyes.
"But we arn't buying 'slaves'." The other voice scolded, "The others threw a fit when the mercenaries pulled out. They are getting impatient." the beast shifts her weight in her seat. "I wouldn't be surprised if they consider tossing you in the pit next."
"Your worrysome nature of yours Miss Slivertail, can get...very tiresome. They can complain all they want. In the end of the day it was my grandfather's map that led us to the treasure."
"It was also your grandfather who put it in the Pit to begin with."
"Yeah he was a crazy old fool. With a deadly and twisted sense of humor. I'll give you that. But I assure you the rewards will FAR out weigh the costs..."
The carts came to a hault. The doors of the carraige opened and the beasts exited.
The prisnoer wagon doors are thrust open and a pair of weasels in black waist cloaks and caps reach in to lead the captives out.
The docks around them are empty with the sun begining to set. There is a small boat by the peir. A skiff of sorts. It looks expensive and has one or two beasts working hard on getting the vessel ready for launch until the Baron comes. They salute him and stand at attention as he and the vixen behind him enter the boat.
As a silver fox her combination of white and black fur compliment the purple silk dress she wears.
After the two beasts dissapear into the ships deck the weasels begin trying to pull their captives along...
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Post by Caterpillar on May 28, 2015 17:50:40 GMT -5
Errot hid his snigger into his paws. The grown-ups (apparently another one had joined with the feline in the cart) had no idea he was hijacking a ride here! Oh, he was so smart! Now he had only sit here and wait till the cart arrived their next destination. Then he would figure out how to rescue his soon-to-be-subordinate… But for now he settled for waiting.
So from his cleverly found hiding-place Errot listened silently the muffled conservation that carried through the wooden boards of the luggage chest. It didn't take much before the young weasel started really ponder, what the grown-ups were talking about. Something about a pit and treasures, that much he could tell… Had the feline purchased the prisoners because he needed beasts for labor, to mine some sort of treasure out from the ground?
That sounded interesting, but of course he didn't get anymore hints as the cart suddenly stopped and two beast stood up and left.
Errot counted ten heartbeats and then quickly pushed the container's lid up, climbed out and carefully sneaked to the cart's door, opening it slowly. From the small crack he could see the docks and the sea -- and two noble-looking beasts walking towards a…
Errot's felt an uneasy twist in his stomach. A small ship? That - that was a bit of bad news… There was no way he could keep following them, if they set for the sailing… Which meant he had to try rescuing the otter right now when he was brought out of the jail-wagon. Or he'd lose his opportunity entirely!
Errot felt how his heart started pound louder as he thought about it. Was the otter really worth of the danger…? Sneaking in secrecy was one thing, putting his own hide in danger for the white otter was a another... Those where grown-ups -- what if he was caught? He - he really hadn't any plan how to rescue the otter -- he had thought he would come up something quickly enough, but now he couldn't think anything water-proof.
…No-one hadn't yet noticed him - he could stay hiding in here and wait till the coast was clear…
Through his peephole Errot saw two weasel-guards stepping in his line on vision with the three prisoners. This was it… it was now or never…
There really wasn't a time to consider whatever his plan was good or pure foolishness: suddenly Errot pushed the door open, jumping out of the wagon and charging himself at the guard-weasel who was dragging the white otter along. Surprise-attack seemed successful as he managed to stab the weasel's leg with his drawn dagger. And the wounded weasel instinctively pressed his paws on the wound, momentary forgetting and letting go of his captive he was charge of. And that small diversion was all Errot had wanted
"Nissa! - RUN!", he shouted like giving out an order. The otter's hands were bound, yes, but his legs were free -- the white beast could still run even if his paws were tied behind his back.
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Post by Rorgan on May 29, 2015 12:14:52 GMT -5
Funnily enough, Nissa really hadn't cared about whether he would be saved or not, but he was also the first to notice when Errot came running at him and his escorting guard. He had been rather passive, but the moment the weasel let go of him, the otter instinctively shot his leg out in a rather sudden, but painful kick to the guard's stomach, and he promptly took off.
Normally, he would've considered helping the others, but in this case, there was no possible way he could do that and succeed. He was nice, not stupid.
Now normally, others would've considered turning around to be a rather awful idea, but Nissa couldn't quite help it. He slowed down and looked behind him for only a few moments to see what Errot was doing. The boy may not have been all that important before, but the kid had risked his life to help him.
The least the otter could do was try and look out for the weasel. "Errot!" He shouted. "Come on, run!" It was only a matter of seconds before the guards reacted and went after Errot. The weasel boy didn't have that much time, and neither did he.
Who knew what they'd do if they caught either Errot or Nissa. Hopefully the two wouldn't be sticking around to find out.
He had seen what kind of life slaves lived. It wasn't one he was going to be allowing himself to go through.
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Post by coolcoyote on Jun 2, 2015 19:18:33 GMT -5
The other weasel began to cry an alarm but never got the chance. He fell to his knees, clutching his throat where Xia hit him with her free paw. Baro gave the weasel a quick kick to the side of the head to finish him off.
"Wow! We make an impress-gak!" Baro began before being pulled along by the vixen.
"Don't stop to chat about it, just run!" Xia shouts back as she dashes after her fleeing comrads. Behind her more beasts call from the boat as they realize that something has gone wrong. The baron and Silvertail appear on the docks once again. The cat takes off his hat and tosses it onto the ground.
"Blazes! Don't just stand there! Get after them!" As he shouts a pair of darkly dressed beasts go after the fleeing captives but by then it is far too late.
The captives had escaped!
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Post by Caterpillar on Jun 11, 2015 16:22:19 GMT -5
Nissan managed to get free and Errot admired the swift action the otter made, as the river-dog kicked the guard. He was so making this otter his subordinate!
Grinning widely Errot darted after Nissan and together they dashed from the open into the complex labyrinth of the harbor streets. But not alone: to his annoyance Errot noticed the stupid vixen (with his bound-together-comrade) managed also get away and was now joining their escape. Who invited her? Choose own escape-route, you jerk! A top of that the shouts from the docks indicated that the chase was on and pursuers were trying caught up with them.
For a moment Errot considered to put a leg out and tackle the vixen on the ground. At least that would buy him and otter more time when chasers would focus on the foxes. But right now the most important thing was to find a good hiding place… Running blindly past the narrow streets and taking sharp turns wasn't a good idea if they eventually ended up in dead end - or even worse, the city guards. One more reason he needed to cut Nissan paws free... If whatever enemy caught up on them, the otter wasn't any help while his hands bound.
After couple of sharp turns around the corners Errot suddenly tugged Nissan's arm to get his attention.
"Wait," Errot hissed as he skipped to stop. Quickly turning around young weasel-boy returned to the alleyway they had just passed. At the far end of the alley stood a dead end, as he had seen first time, but there was something else too. At the building's wall, near the muddy ground, there was cellar's hatch door - and it seemed to be ajar!
Errot gestured wildly at Nissan, wanting him to follow.
"In here", he ordered as he vanished around the corner hurrying to the door, pulling it. It creaked open with difficulty, hinges stiff, unleashing out a smell of mold and moisture which had been kept trapped behind it. Behind the door the cold stone steps descended down into a darkness.
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Post by Rorgan on Nov 10, 2015 14:24:47 GMT -5
(Apologies for the sudden disappearance! I am now back!)
Nissa's pink eyes darted from side to side, scanning the many pairs of eyes that witnessed the escape attempt. Behind him, he heard yells from their captors, spurring him on, though he could only go so fast with Errot running alongside him. He deftly ran between civilians on the street, feeling the hard stone beneath his footpaws. Already, the otter could feel a slight burn in his wrists from the excessively tight restraints. He tried tugging at the restraints in the vain hope that it would do something, but as he had already figured, it was no good. Deep down, he felt a gratitude for the small weasel for saving him, though he couldn't quite imagine why the weasel would've gone to such lengths to do so.
His thoughts were shattered as a tug and a hiss brought him to a halt. "Wait," came Errot's voice. Nissa turned, keenly aware of the shouts quickly growing closer.
As he followed the young weasel into the alley, his sharp eyes caught sight of the same thing Errot's had: An open cellar door! "Well spotted!" He exclaimed, hardly able to believe that Errot had managed to spot this in the chaos. Even as he spoke, he followed Errot's gestured to the door. His paws being bound, he could only watch Errot open the door while he constantly looked back towards the entrance of the alleyway. The shouts were disturbingly close, and it wasn't long till they would be found if they didn't move.
Finally, the door was open, and Nissa hurried down the stairs with Errot into the darkness before he turned, looking back up the stairs. "Don't bother closing it," he hissed. "We need to keep going." Considering how long it had taken the weasel to open the door, there was no way he could get it closed before the guards went by the alley. Their only hope was to keep going and hope the guards didn't notice the open door.
Darkness filled the room, and there was dead silence save for the shouts outside. "Stay by me," Nissa whispered as he began to walk, sticking a footpaw out in front of him to test the air ahead before he took a step. The burning in his wrists had started to grow in intensity, becoming less annoying and now slightly painful. He needed to find a way to cut them off soon. He definitely wasn't going to be of much use without them.
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Post by coolcoyote on Nov 26, 2015 20:07:34 GMT -5
The foxes did choose their own escape path, it just happened to be the same one the others took. Half way into the escape the groups seperate. Left to their own devices the foxes paused to catch their breath.
"Think we lost them?" Xia pants.
"Not if we stand here talking about it." Baro counters. "Come on. Breaks over. Get your fuzzy tail in gear and move it!" Baro cant believe the bounty hunter is already winded. There was no way he would ever let himself get so out of shape...
Silencing the tod with a growl Xia pulls herself together. She will show him! The vixen pulls Baro roughly by the chain between them.
"Quickly down this cellar door. No one will think to look for us here! Wait, not that quickly!"
There is a loud yelp and a moment later the foxes come tumbling down the cellar stair way tangled together in one large foxy mass.
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Post by Caterpillar on Nov 28, 2015 18:31:06 GMT -5
# Yay!! We get to continue dis! I'mah so happy! 8DD #
Nissa neededn't urge twice: as soon as both the otter and the weasel descended the stairs into the pitch-black cellar, Errot suddenly stepped very close to the otter, crabbing a hold of the monk's garment. Right now he was looking nervously around, peering into the dark cornesr of the big spacious cellar.
...It wasn't like he was afraid of dark! Of course he wasn't!... He just... wanted to ensure he wouldn't lose Nissa when he could practically see nothing down here, that's all! But the darkness wasn't scary, not at all… He had slept in dark forests more times he cared to count so he knew there was nothing to be scared of...
...But the darkness of forests was very different from darkness of closed spaces, as Errot soon found out. There were no calming sounds of nature, like night birds tweeting or delicate swish of the trees' leaves. Here it was just deadly silent, the only sound being the beat of your nervously drumming hearth. And then you mind started to imagine things -- like if there was something lurking right in that corner and did something just move over there...?!
Startled Errot jumped high in the air when two foxes suddenly came crashing down the stairs. He almost screamed but luckily the sound got stuck in his throat, and didn't come out. Not that it made any difference; the noise Xia and Baro created was enough to draw attention of any beast near the earshot.
As soon as Errot realized who the heap of limps and fur was, his eyes narrowed angrily
"Nuts! I SHOULD have closed the door", weasel hissed.
# the captors may or may not find them due the noise -- I'm happy with either options ^^ #
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Post by Rorgan on Jan 5, 2016 10:08:30 GMT -5
Almost instantly, Nissaya's paw found itself at Errot's shoulder, keeping the weasel close to him, though this was only mostly instinctive. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness as he vainly looked around to catch any glimpse of light aside from where they'd come from.
When two foxes came crashing down the stairs, Nissa whirled around, paws up and ready to fight. However, it wasn't long before he too realized who the foxes were, and he lowered his paws with a sigh. "Let's just pray to our lucky stars that the guards didn't hear that," He muttered to Errot.
Once again, he tried taking a look around. His vision was a little more adjusted to the darkness now, and he could faintly see a stairway leading up into more darkness. On either side of the stairway, fancy looking bottles of wine sat in wooden racks.
A wine cellar? They must be in the house of a rich individual, he supposed. Either way, they couldn't wait there, and the only other way to go was up. They were going to have to take their chances going up into the house itself.
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