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Mar 18, 2007 5:44:11 GMT -5
Post by Sunfire T. A. Silversword on Mar 18, 2007 5:44:11 GMT -5
*There was evil behind that door... An evil in a creature that was once the nicest maid you'd ever meet.*
**Sunfire sat on the edge of the hammock and plotted. She plotted dark and twisted plots of conquering land in the name of her only commander; Lorelei Spikepaw, Supreme Warlord of the Jadeblood Clan.**
Havoc, destruction, mayhem... All for my great leader... Perhaps some revenge against my brother if I find him...
**Taking up her skirt and blouse, she dressed herself in her favoured attire, and took up a fadded red bow to tie her long head fur back. Her chestnut brown fur had a red tint to it, sending her almost hidable appearence away, and making her stand out more than either of her brothers ever had. Her right cheek... That gave her a stand out marking... Her right cheek had one of the ugliest prurple rashes. It marred her once beautifull face as had the hatred that had been whispering in her ear for five years.**
*There was evil in that mouse maid's room... Even the door showed evil.. The heart of the darkest mouse will show you no mercy if you enter without permission. Do not enter this room if you value your life.*
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Mar 18, 2007 8:28:15 GMT -5
Post by ⇒Soul Breeze and Charity on Mar 18, 2007 8:28:15 GMT -5
There was a light rap at the door; the knock was swift, impatient and loud - strangely enough, that rap seemed to have a certain arrogancy about it, as though it had been made by someone of great importance. But it was smooth noise, suggesting a certain relaxed calmness that originated from the personality trait that the creature merely did not care for others - this was rather true for Soul Breeze. Wrapping his strong, calloused paw about the door-knob, he - without waiting for Sunfire's reaction - flung the door wide back, leaning jauntily on the doorframe, as careless and cool as ever. There was a certain hint of inncolence... a shimmer of disrespect as the otter's dark eyes roved over Sunfire, grinning teasingly at the General.
"Nice bow, sweetheart."
Holding up a paw, he called for a halt to any retaliations she may have, swinging a protective paw in front of the little bundle of soft fur that was huddled against his side; just in case Sunfire was in a foul mood, which often provoked violence.
"Hold up lass, before you open that sharp mouth of yours, I'll have ye know I'm not here for a teaparty; an important beast has requested to meet you." Lowering his paw, a pair of huge brown eyes blinked from behind him, sparkling shyly at the mouse. "Sunfire, this is Charity; I'm sure you two will get along fine." The otter flashed a warm smile, that though outwardly was a friendly gesture, the vibe was menacing and somewhat threatening - there would no doubt be a personal fued if Sunfire refused Charity's presense. Yes he was doing this for Charity; but not out of affection. She was considered a "Princess" of a sort, his cousin, and the heir to his holt. She favoured him for some odd reason, so to remain on good terms with his kin, he had to look after the otterbabe.
Charity stepped forward, trembling; her purple markings matched Soul's, proving the two shared same blood. The sweet, shy little otter flushed furiously, blinking her large, beguiling brown orbs, before grabbing the hem of her elegant dress and curtsying. Stuttering, she managed to squeak out in her soft, high-pitched voice a greeting. "H-hello, Miss Sunfire."
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Mar 18, 2007 9:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Sunfire T. A. Silversword on Mar 18, 2007 9:13:24 GMT -5
It's one of the only reminders of my past I have... Dispite I have no memory of anything but my name and of my brother before five years ago.
**It was a cold smile that Sunfire smiled at Soul, but a warmer one at Charity. Jumping down from the hammock, she retunred the curtsy with one just as smart.**
A pleasure my dear. It's always nice to meet young beasts... It's one of the few things that can give me warmth... Not since my brother left me for dead...
**Straightening up, she rubbed the rash on her cheek; a gift from an assassin when she stood with her brothers against their father. The poison had killed Zidane, and rendered herself almost dead.**
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Mar 19, 2007 19:09:21 GMT -5
Post by ⇒Soul Breeze and Charity on Mar 19, 2007 19:09:21 GMT -5
"Memories are better off forgotten," Soul muttered, his dark eyes averting Sunfire's; he seemed uncomfortable as he spoke, but he quickly regained composure and untensed his shoulders. WIth an unblinking gaze, he watched the interaction between his cousin and Jadeblood's General, ready to seperate them at any moment if something should occur between them - ergh. He hated being a "Mother Hen" to the little ottermaid, but orders were orders. Swiftly, he reminded himself to keep his patience in check. For the Clan, Soul, for the Clan. Exhaling heavily, the Skipper pushed back his spiked head-fur and concentrated once again on Charity.
Charity's blush deepened considerably as the General returned her own polite gesture with one just as courteous. Raising her voice just loud enough for Sunfire, she held up her dainty paws, signaling for the General to stop her civilities. "N-no need to curtsy, Miss Sunfire!" As the General spoke of her rash, the dibbun glanced back at Soul, glancing uncertainly at him. "Brother!"
Soul's features twisted into a scowl, and he picked himself up from the doorframe, muttering lowly to Charity, "I'm not your brother - now what is it?"
Charity blinked in confusion at Soul, before turning her sweet face towards Sunfire, then motioning for Soul to bend down so she could whisper secretively into his ear. Once she had finished, he straightened, staring levelly at the General, before asking casually, "Charity wants to know where you got that ugly rash from - disgusting, awful thing it is, too," The Captain added.
Charity seemed horrified that her 'brother' had so straight-forwardly asked a question like that, and bowed, keeping her head low and her paws in her lap. "I'm sorry!"
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Mar 20, 2007 5:07:52 GMT -5
Post by Sunfire T. A. Silversword on Mar 20, 2007 5:07:52 GMT -5
's fine... I got this five years ago... An assassin killed my middle brother, and another nearly got me with poison darts... My past comes and goes. I might findout the truth behind why I was abbandoned before I die... You know Charity, I have have a daughter, she's about your age now... But I had to abbandon her at the fabled Redwall Abbey. There was no way that I could ever love again... Not since my feelings were hurt along with my body.
**Quite unlike the mouse, Sunfire's eyes were begining to water. She never liked talking about reasons as to why she left her little girl at Redwall, just like she could never go back... She was ment to be dead in her brother's side of tale.**
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Apr 1, 2007 6:34:52 GMT -5
Post by ⇒Soul Breeze and Charity on Apr 1, 2007 6:34:52 GMT -5
Tears welled up in the huge, endless depths of the little ottermaid's eyes; a kind sparkle - a vibrant contrast to the cold gleam in her cousin's eyes - lit up her brown orbs. A dainty paw shot to her mouth, and she compassionately nibbled on her soft claws, concerned for Sunfire and her sad tale.
"M-miss Sunfire... I...!"
"Cut it out you two - ergh. You make me sick." The harsh words belonged to Soul, who was listening boredly to the General's words. With a thump! one of the otter's daggers landed on the wall behind Sunfire. He had drawn his weapon and thrown it - the blade whizzing mere inches from the side of Sunfire's face - before being thrust into the wall... all in the blink of an eye. Blowing a heavy sigh, he roughly grabbed Charity's arm, pulling his young cousin over to him. Kneeling down, he roughly brushed the tears out of her eyes; it was not an affectionate gesture, but one made out of nessecity - the heiress to a violent holt should not be caught weeping over some silly story. Idiots, she and Sunfire.
"Hellfire - pull yourselves together, mates! Sunfire, the most logical thing you can do is avoid things that make you cry. Next time shut up. You're a General - do you think a General, soak ear-to-tail in enemy blood, cries. Some example you are for Charity." His voice was edged with irritation as he brushed back his headfur impatiently, but the only slip of his anger had been throwing his dagger.
Wincing, her eyes still stinging from the rough treatment handed down by Soul, Charity did her best to comply with her cousin. Straightening, she banished the last of her tears. "Yes brother! You're right!" Swallowing with a nod, she glanced at Sunfire. [/font]
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Apr 1, 2007 9:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Sunfire T. A. Silversword on Apr 1, 2007 9:56:33 GMT -5
What do you expect me to do then? Tell stories of beasts who die horribly that will give Charity the most horrid nightmares? I'm being polite. There's a time to talk about evil things, and there's a time to talk about nice things.
**As the dagger hit the wall behind her, Sunfire drew her wide-bladed tulwar from it's scabbard. The black blade gave no light until it was moved in front of a light source. The cross guard was pitted on it's top side as was the steel blade itself.**
My blade has seen more darkness than your daggers Soul. Do NOT think to lecture me on how I should act, especially not in my own room. Your daggers won't help much against a REAL Jadeblood fighter's weapon. You can stick to sailing, boats make me sick. But leave the story telling and the land-based combat to me. Is that clear?
OOC: No offence ment by the post, it's just Sunfire being very angry...
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Apr 8, 2007 7:11:42 GMT -5
Post by ⇒Soul Breeze and Charity on Apr 8, 2007 7:11:42 GMT -5
Soul folded his paws against his chest, exhaling deeply at Sunfire's outburst. With a careless flicker of his liquid brown eyes, he stared levelly down at the mouse, unafraid, if even looking rather bored.
"See Sunfire - you clearly are not fit to be a leader; your temper is aroused by mere words, and you are quick to draw blades. It will be the end of you one day - now put that sword away. You're acting like all the other stupid landlubbers. A lecture would not ne neccessary if you would pull your head together, and stop crying a flood of tears. Concerning my cousin - yes, giving her nightmares would be actually appreciated. She is much too quiet and gentle to inherit a barbaric otter holt - your politeness could perhaps get her killed. If she does not toughen up, and become strong, then she will surely die - would you like that neat little burden resting over your head, eh?"
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Apr 8, 2007 9:43:48 GMT -5
Post by Sunfire T. A. Silversword on Apr 8, 2007 9:43:48 GMT -5
When it's time for dark talk, my words will turn to it. Not until then. If I'm un-fit to lead because of a temper, then you have thought wrong. Throwning a weapon at me in my own room will cause me to be very angry.
**Lowering her blade, the mouse didn't return it to it's sheath, instead she cocked her head to one side while she observed the two otters.**
Besides, talking about one's pain can lessen it. I have things I'd like to forget, but I can't. My little memory is a world of hurt, pain and death. You may be from a barbaric holt Soul, but you don't know the first thing about suffering. My body was almost compleatly destroyed on the inside by the assassin's poison. Half the time, I can't move in the morning because I'm in that much pain. Talking to the innocent would help, but you are trying to tak that chance away from me. My dark talk is something to a dark room at night. If you truely want her to be as blood-thirsty as my reputation portrays me as, come back when it is dark. I might be in a darker mood then. One that you would think I SHOULD show all the time. But darkness doesn't win the heart of a mate, or the will of troops. Remember that. It is the first lesson for the PAIR of you.
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