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Post by Kitty on Oct 21, 2007 20:25:58 GMT -5
 One would have to travel a ways from the main concentration of life in the march to stumble upon this little chap, but when they did they might be somewhat amused, or frightened, depending on the individual. Jarvis was out today training, something that was made difficult in his present form, especially considering that his weapon of choice was rather long and hard to maneuver on four short limbs. He had a... way around this though, it was somewhat awkward and hard to stay up, but he tried very hard to stay on his hind legs. He clutched his spear as best he could in his front paws and glared at a tree as one would an opponent, growling and racing toward it. However he tripped and landing squarely on his face in the soft soil and his growl just increased. Curses.... He slowly gathered himself up, sighing and staring at the tree in contemplation. It always ended up this way, always. |
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Post by seraaches on Nov 7, 2007 7:24:53 GMT -5
 Hoofed being or not, moving silently through the Marsh was one piece of survival training the horse had learned early on. It was second nature now to move without sound through the beautiful wilderness of his homeland; as he always told his customers, it was more dangerous than beautiful for the unwary. His keen ears caught the sound of a thump, something or someone landing hard, and he instinctively swerved to head towards it. The stallion peered through the bushes to see the back of another Marsh dweller as well as the odd sight of a spear sticking out of the ground. Surprise lit the grey-green eyes and he tilted his head as he watched, curious to know wot the creature would do next. The horse kept himself back into the bushes for now, hidden from view with his own colouring blending easily in with that of the surrounding landscape. (( lol 500th post... )) |
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Post by Kitty on Nov 8, 2007 3:03:01 GMT -5
All there was to it was to shake it off and try again. and that's exactly what he did. He shook the debris from his fur, picked up his spear in his mouth and moved gingerly back to his starting position, holding his prized possession exactly where it would remain balanced (he really didn't want to fall down -before- another run at that tree). He turned and eyed the tree once more and bristled his primarily green coat and snarled at the tree, exposing fangs that an ordinary chipmunk just shouldn't have and vibrating the spear at the same time.
And that's when he shifted up to two legs and dropped his weapon from his mouth to his paws and gripped it tightly. In rather odd, almost hop like strides he made another go at the tree and got just a little further this time, before the same thing happened all over again. He would get this one day! But for now ... it was a rather depressing short coming. |
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Post by seraaches on Nov 8, 2007 6:33:38 GMT -5
Shinrai watched with some amazement at the chipmunk’s actions and he couldn’t control the comment, ”Interesting pastime, though you seem to have missed the tree.” The stallion stepped from the bushes, tail twitching in amused interest as he came into sight of the much smaller creature. ”Wot on earth are you trying to do?”
The stallion had caught sight of the elongated fangs and the knowledge was noted and filed away, though that was as far as the horse took it. He was, after all, a horse with a whip-like tail rather than the normal type. He was also a Six of Hearts compared to Rai’s Jack status. Shinrai was not in the least bit concerned about the chipmunk before him.
The spear was of interest, however; he hadn’t seen many weapons at all. He couldn’t help but wonder where the small creature had gotten the item as well as how he’d picked up his most unusual way of utilizing the spear.
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Post by Kitty on Nov 17, 2007 16:47:43 GMT -5
Jarvis had, indeed, thought he was still laone... a combination of his focus and the stealth of his sudden companion. The much smaller chipmunk jumped back, fur bristling whilst he exposed those unnatural fangs of his more fully. However this defensive posture was short lived when the other proved to be one from his own homeland, a fellow heart as well. However he still eyed the equine in mild suspicion.
I make the best with what I've got... it is... however... difficult. No thumbs and all.
The spear was actually an interesting piece for sure, and it was fashioned with heart accessories as well as a bit of fur toward the head, and end as well as being wrapped in leather around it's center. It was mildly gaudy, something to be expected from the house of hearts, but even to the untrained eye it was well made and balanced.
Now... what brings you out here.... um... He let the sentence linger, hoping the stranger would insert his own name at the ending.
((Appologies.... my muse has been fickle as of late... >.> )) |
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Post by seraaches on Nov 18, 2007 4:07:08 GMT -5
It was obvious that it was difficult; the little creature hadn’t yet hit the tree with that spear. It was an interesting spear, though a bit too overdone in its ornamentation for his eye. Even as high-ranking Heart, he didn’t find it overly appealing. It seemed like a good enough weapon, but it seemed trite to be garishly decorated. Well, wotever, it wasn’t his issue; not his weapon, not his problem. He, of course, had immediate proficiency with any weapon he picked up.
”We’re in Josiggy Marsh,” the stallion answered without batting an eye. ”Where did you think you were?” Whether this was a purposeful misconstruction or an actual misapprehension of the chipmunk’s words was unclear. The green horse likely would not give out his name, however, without the lower Heart’s first. It was entirely unlikely that the smaller creature could threaten the larger man in any way, mutant fangs or not.
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Post by Kitty on Nov 25, 2007 11:45:30 GMT -5
He tilted his head to the side, eying the equine strangely. He was a Jack, of Hearts no less... and he came off sounding like that much of an idiot? Was it game, or was it just a case of one of a slow mind getting lucky, or being born lucky, to acquire such a rank? As of now, he wasn't entirely sure and only further conversation could help the little chap analyze this fellow further. No name either? Not surprising, but he have to keep himself from sounding as if he was talking to a mere child... Jacks's didn't often like that... he wasn't sure about slow Jack's though.
He returned his expression to a neutral one and laid down his hackles. He eyed the equine for a short while more before speaking to him, keeping his voice as neutral as possible to try and not offend him. "I am Jarvis, and as soon as I get thumbs I'm sure you'll hear about me."
He puffed himself up with pride, he wanted to be a famous spear master just like his father and he was well on his way there... except for the fact that he still only had his animal form. |
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Post by seraaches on Nov 27, 2007 7:13:52 GMT -5
”Hopefully I shall hear more of you and nothing of an untimely demise due to fall with a spear,” the stallion replied easily, watching the thoughts chasing across the rodent’s face with little care as to wot was behind them. All amusement aside, if sheer determination was any indication, this small creature would be a force to reckon with somewhere down the line.
”That’s an interesting weapon,” the striped horse said off-handedly. ”Where might you have procured such a peculiar spear?” It seemed likely that such a highly decorated piece come from somewhere special rather than simply being bought from a store. Then again, it had to have been bought at some point. Rai’s mind briefly followed a tangent of wondering regarding purchasing a plain spear and adding ornamentation over the years, but he recalled it swiftly. No point in going off on something that was likely only sophistry anyway.
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Post by Kitty on Nov 29, 2007 23:59:21 GMT -5
He took the equine's first set of words as a compliment, and fluffed himself up a bit, but not in a defensive manner this time around. Despite the fact that he was yet to hit his mark, he was quite proud of his skills and ingenuity. When he was younger he had constantly been teased, especially by his brothers, for picking such a weapon when he only had his present form. He never let anything negative they said get to him however, because he knew he'd find himself greatness one day, just like his father.
It was a gift from my father. He lead a mission against the Lowlands at one point.
His family, or at least his parents, were something he took pride in. They had both been key members of the Resistance in their younger years and still upheld all the practices of old. He wished nothing more then to impress them, and of course, have his spear wear the blood of the lowlands once more. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 8, 2008 2:19:12 GMT -5
Well, well, well; the little vermin had said something a great deal more interesting than just nattered on about his weapon. Anything used against the *$&#*ed Lowlanders was definitely worth a second glance. "My, that is something of interest," Rai said quietly, the complimentary tone saying a great deal more than he would with words. "He returned with the spear as a hostage?" the stallion asked. "Of course, stained in blood and glory?"
At times like this, the equine Marshdweller would wonder briefly about his own parents, but such thoughts were always short-lived; Elias was the closest thing he had to family after the loss of his twin, and he didn't really care for anything more or less. No one else had proven worth his time much less affection. So though one shot of curiousity towards his parents stained his mind, it was swiftly gone again.
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