A Little Trouble (Open)

[kormin]

Kormin was having trouble, as usual, this time his trouble was in the form of a band of assorted vermin. there couldn't be more then 7 or 8 armed, for the most part, with clubs and spears, but that wasn't the problem. the problem was the three with bows.

the leader, a large brutish fox with many scars, snarled at him and in a rough guttural voice said "valuables over 'ere, you over there" pointing some ten paces back. Kormin felt a cold sweat steal over him. "and if you've got no Val-ee-bulls" he snapped in a bad imitation of the foxes voice. the fox looked extremely happy. behind him the rest of the band glanced at each other wickedly, "then we kill you".

and that was that. the vermin started wading toward him, and Kormin started to back up fervently wishing he had a snappy come back and a little help.

The first arrow skimmed past him and into the bushes surrounding the water meadow, the second shot was a little better aimed and snagged some of his tunic in passing. after that shot, Kormin, took to his heels and dashed off with the robbers right behind.

[spiderfluff]

The smell of fox and blood was a seasoning of curiosity for a young vixen. Golden hypnotic eyes observed everything - well, almost. A fair smile of mischief had hindered her attention from the bushes. Was this a time for friendship? She seemed to think so. Just fr safety, she kept a urge to grab her dagger and sword, should she need it. You'd never know in these forests.

"Seems like foxes ain't cha fanceh, eh good seh?" she asked. A calm smirk pressed onto her wet furry lips. Her blanch ears perked forward and her pelt quivered like an unveiled earthworm. She had followed him from the attack. The vixen was completely separate from the robbers. In fact, she had other plans. Being a healer, she could put her skills to work. "You gonna kill yerself if ye don't stop. Ye need ta relax every now 'en then. Pre'ty soon ye'll be spittin' out arrows, ya?"

The young vixen was at least 16 or 18. Her fur was off white and her face was masked by a darker hue of fur. Gold hoop earrings hugged her alert ears. They was perked upright to ensure that no one else would attack. More golden jewelry had hung from her wrists and neck. A belt of bells had dangled from her side. Attached to her belt, a small sachet was filled with dried herbs.

"Now. Where 'bouts might ye be 'eaded, good seh?" her voice was calm and soothing - a habit whenever she was dealing with creatures who needed her healing skills. It would be vital where the creature was from, then she could fix him up and accompany him to a safe visit home.

[kormin]

Kormin had found temporary safety behind a old, and wide, tree when he heard a voice. it was a nice voice, or as nice as a voice could be when your running for your life.

without looking up from his cutlass, which he was desperately trying free from his tangled belt, "no. Foxes aren't my favorite creature."
the cutlass yanked free, nearly severing his belt, as he continued "and I might not be eating pointy sticks" with a swish he took a practice swing and nearly cut off his own foot"

He glanced around the trees large waist toward the robbers they we're still coming, a little slower then before but still coming. and finally he looked at the one keeping the other side of the conversation going,
"i don't know where I'm..." stopping mid-sentence to look at the fox he had unintentionally insulted.

but before he could offer any sort of apology, the robbers found him.
which was odd because you would think they would find the the other fox as well. but they didn't. instead the found a small mouse with a rusty cutlass and no idea how to use it. talk about unfair odds.