A salty hello!((open to all))

[Mako]

((Yo Wildrun, could you slow the RPing down? It's easier if you post in turn...))

Rolling his eyes, Zephyr was about to block the blade when the stoat came crashing out. Pushing past the stoat, Zephyr stood face to face with Oaklea, "I don't know what your problem is, but it's problem something never heard of. You don't want to fight me, because if you do, I will kill you." He said while putting emphasis on the word 'will'. Turning back to the stoat, Zephyr just nodded in appreciation.

~~

Melroch stared as Blade took the hit for him. Ignoring his pain, Melroch pushed Blade away and confronted the Skipper, "You wanna kill me? Fine, let's fight. Claw to claw." Melroch's claws came out as he stood there, ready for anything.

[Wildrun]

((Sorry. I have bad tendency to overdo things...flame me next time I go too far, okay? I swear I'll make Oaklea take it, too.
Oaklea: ?! ))

A tendon in her face twitched, and the daggord slowed to a leisurely hum. She wasn't looking at Zephyr anymore. She was glaring at the stoat. Because, unfortunately, the way she saw it, the stoat had just aided the fox on purpose... They were together, then? No, surly not. It looked as though they'd never seen each other before.

She gritted her teeth as she heard Melroch challenge Skipper. Oh, this was turning out wonderfully! She caught the hilt of the blade and let the cord drop, eying her opponents coldly.

((Is that any better? I'm really sorry--I have no sense of moderation at ALL...^^" Sorry!))

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

Several of the Skipper's crew pulled Blade out. "Your a waste of my talent and time..." he said "I told you to leave....we will settle this later...." he said as all his crewbeast took out thier bows and whatever weapons they had and pointed them at him. "Your outnumbered and I will not fight you....today...."

[Wildrun]

((don't say that you heaven't been warned... ))

Skipper was retreating. And, suddenly, a kind of cold fire washed over Oaklea's senses. Here was a stoat, a fox, and a wildcat, two of whom were after her throat, one of which seemed personally, and it still seemed to her that the stoat had intervened on purpose earlier. Not to mention the fact that Blade, the big otter she had fast taken a liking too, was dripping in his own blood.

Retreating?

Her paw clenched tight around the dagger hilt of her weapon, her vision pulsated and a kind of wild euphoria roared in her ears. She was a single step away from letting it all go...

"...you are a waste of my talent and time...I will not fight you...today..."

Retreating...The otters had their weapons, Zephyr was still tussling with Melroch, the stoat was just...watching, his rapier drawn and ready. Three vermin. Enemies? One, at least. The fox was someone she was dying to fight. The cat? She couldn't quiet tell--somehow, it seemed his tactics had changed form when he'd cuaght up with her and the white squirrel on the trail earlier...the stoat? Oaklea did no t like stoats, but what could she do--this one hadn't done more than stop her from engaging the others in a battle. Aside from teh fox...there was little reason...

The euphoria pounding like a manic drum beat in her head grew louder...

RETREATING?! The cat! The fox! The stoat! Rapier, sword, daggord! Retreating--retreating!? But Blade was bleeding--!!!

Cold realization snapped through the drums and the mist in her vision. Blade had stopped the Skipper himself. None of the vermin had truly done anything yet...Except the fox. What a challenge--it'd been a while since she'd fought a fox...

She let the blade drop from her paw, wound the cord around her waist again, and glared with intensity at the trio before stepping back beside the Skipper and Blade. Retreating?

"Fine. Were you trying to get into the Abbey, Skip mate? Don't know if they can here us down here. Let's go 'round the other side."

Skipper was not retreating. No. He was sparing three lives.

((...d**n, that was overly dramatic...I was wondering how dumb it would be to put Oaklea into her berserker rage and have her start fighting, but...*bows* She likes otters. She'll take advice from them to heart. ^^" Anyway, all that stuff about sense and euphoria was her decision to follow Skip's orders. Don't kill me for being so d**ned melodramatic...^^"""""" Sorry!)) One of my suckier posts, eh?

[Rocky]

((I liked it, too. Good post. ;D I don't really know what to add to this... Skip, you can post, then maybe Ill be able to make a good post.))

[Wildrun]

((Hmmm, so we're just waiting for you, Skip. *taps paw*

...Anyone hear read Doomwyte yet? I'm dying to get my paws on it...*pathetic look on face*))

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

((Someone else post....and sorry for my absence....Real-life is a pain...lol

I need something else to work with))

[Wildrun]

((I don't have a muse-on-demand, Skipper ol' boy. Springheel, you'd better try something here...))

((GASP! real-life! DX))