VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 14:06:20 08/14/02 Wed
Author: Mignon Who Is A "Crew Leader" In VBS This Week And Doesn't Have Much Time For Posting And Such
Author Host/IP: boisapanas16poolA208.bois.uswest.net / 63.228.241.208
Subject: Inside (OOC:**obnoxious-sounding gasp complete w/ authentic Little Rascals' style eye-pop** Wha--? Xan, /you're/ the mysterious font-ender I yelled at? YOU? I thought... I thought.. ah, nevermind, on w/ the RPing--)
In reply to: Xan Keilar 's message, ">.< And the promised RP starter, though it IS complete crap... *suffering from lack of creativity* *slight wince* "So, you're all in a bar..."" on 13:59:48 07/30/02 Tue

**The weaselbabe is still sniffling back tears when she hears, or rather feels Xan approach her. Angrily she straightens her back against the leg of the table and brushes away the tablcloth covering her, mentally cursing not for the first time the twisted fates that somehow wound her up in this slime-infested slughole of a fort, miles away from any of her kind. With a stubborn jerk of the chin the weaselbabe looks up furiously at the former assasin, frustrated that such a ninny goodbeast had caught her crying like a day-old mousebabe that lost its dolly. Snakes, these bloody fortbeasts, always poking their snouts in other beasts' business... Blood and thunder! But they'll soon learn I'm no mousebabe lost its dolly, by the devil's fire!

For a bare fraction of a second the weaselbabe's face clouds over with something like sorrow, no more than a flicker of uncertainty. She had had a dolly, once, before Lya...

All at once her features clear again and her look hardens even more. Regret couldn't get her out of this mess, now. A little voice inside her whispered, neither will pride, child, but she shoved it quickly aside and scowled deeply, eyes still on the vixen. Fool! The babe growled in her best I-don't-like-you-and-you-don't-like-me,so-why-don't-you-just-leave-me-alone kind of growl. She spoke quietly in a low, soft voice, her first words as a resident of Fort Mossflower other than breathless oaths.** Leave me be, vixen. You'll find I'm no puppet... Don't touch me! I don't need your merry cup of poison. **the babe grimaces in disgust at seeing the look of half-sympathy in the vixen's eyes, drawing back from Xan like one would from a poisonous snake. Pity was the last thing she needed now, even false pity from a bloody vixen. Humility had never been her strong point. By now a wary look tinged with grim resolve had crept into the babe's sea-blue eyes, one that somehow hinted that she had had need to be cautious around Xan's kind before, that there would be no surprise on her face if Xan tried anything. She was still edging away from the fox, darting semi-nervous glances in River Tail's direction. He was staring at her again with that accusing look, and she glared back, baring her teeth in a sort of taunting challenge. Of course he was much too strong and cunning to be anything less than a match for her--she bet that otter could knock her flat on her back in four seconds flat, one paw behind his back, if he felt the need arise--as were the vixen and most of the beasts in the cafe, but she wasn't about to let them know that. As I said, humility was not her strong point. A large wooden spoon had fallen from a nearby cafe table, and she grabbed it with both paws, holding it in front of her somewhat like a sword. The spoon shook like a leaf in front of her and certainly could not do much damage, especially to a former assasin like Xan, but the babe knew she had to show the fox what she was made of.

The babe ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation, mentally calculating her next move. And suddenly she knew how she would kill Lya if the ferret ever came back for her.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Post a message:
This forum requires an account to post.
[ Create Account ]
[ Login ]
Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.