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Post by Trungo Stoneclaw on Nov 5, 2009 21:37:06 GMT -5
The rocky gravel beneath Trungo's footpaws gave way again causing him to slip towards the edge of the water. "Oof!" He hit the ground knocking off his spectacles only inches from the river. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before feeling the ground around him, leaning back propping himself upright using his pack on his back as a backrest..."Oi! Wuur ye gone to?" he asked, hoping his spectacles would hear him. No such luck though. He grabbed onto his walking stick and used it to pick himself up. He looked around. It was quite blurry without his glasses. He would need to use his walking stick to maneuver around until he could get some more. He was rather fond of his old ones though and hated to loose them.
The sunny day by the river's edge of forest aided him a little bit with his eyesight. He could make out the trees and a few of the large rocks so he wouldn't trip over them. Still though, He was nearly blind without his spectacles. The gravel gave to again, and with the added stone he tripped over, caused him to launched forward hitting the ground hard in front of a tree by the ledge above the water. He slid and quickly grabbed a piece of the upper roots, clinging on for dear life. "Oi! 'elp!" He shouted as if someone would hear him. Who was he kidding though? He was miles from any homestead. His footpaws dangled over the edge. The mist from the river falls crept upward damping his chance to get a grip. "Anyone thur!?" he shouted with what little strength he had.
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Post by kilofox on Nov 5, 2009 22:11:36 GMT -5
Mike Aquas walked the riverbank, he carried a long javelin in his paw, and pawed at the rapier at his side. He noticed a small glint on the ground. He picked up the object, a small pair of specticals... Mike looked around cautiously. He heard a faint yell. He hurried to the scene. He looked over the edge and saw a mole hanging for dear life. He laid flat on the ground and extennded a paw, offering aid to the poor creature
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Post by Trungo Stoneclaw on Nov 5, 2009 23:30:18 GMT -5
The poor, old mole was slipping. Suddenly he felt dirt fall on him and saw a faint figure above him. It could be a vermin who might torture him and enslave him in which case he would rather fall to his death. He lost a little more of his grip. Better decide now...He inched his claws up on the root till he was close enough to grab his paw. With one quick motion he heaved his hefty claw upward and grabbed the otter's paw. He allowed the creature to help him up and once up, fell to his knees, his chest heaving for lack of air. "Burr Oi!" He exclaimed as best as he could. The old mole was sweating, or so he thought. It was either sweat or water from the falls.
He felt around for his walking stick and picked it up, feeling the wood against his paw. They had been through a lot together. He held it in his paws like a sword, feeling the weight and let off a short smile. Suddenly he swung it at the otter, hitting him in the torso rather hard so a beast of his age. "Naow who are you'm ? !" he demanded to know, still swinging it about him.
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Post by kilofox on Nov 5, 2009 23:39:14 GMT -5
Mike took a step back from the blow. He rubbed his side, impressed by the older mole's strength.
"hey hey hold on a tick! My name is Mike Aquas, I'm an otter. I'm here to help, I think I found your specticals friend" he said, extending his paw with the glasses. He pulled his javelin out of the dirt and smiled
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Post by Trungo Stoneclaw on Nov 6, 2009 17:54:20 GMT -5
The older mole squinted his eyes at the otter's paw attempting to make out what it was, if it really was his glasses. He hit the back of the otters paw with his walking stick knocking the spectacles to the ground. He picked them up and blew the dust off, putting them back on his face. He blinked twice and looked up at the otter."Hurr! So ye are young zurr...So ye are..."
The mole stood up and dusted himself off from his shoulder to his footpaws. He threw the walking stick to his other paw and shook the otter's paw. "Noice ta' meet you'm...Oi'm Trungo Stonesclaw." he said finishing the shake and tossing the stick back to his paw.
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Post by kilofox on Nov 6, 2009 19:27:27 GMT -5
Mike smiled.
"I couldn't exactly leave a beast in need could i?" he turned serious immediately. "you wouldn't have happened to see any vermin bands around have you? we're pretty far from the nearest camp, what're you doing out this far anyway?"
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Post by Trungo Stoneclaw on Nov 10, 2009 22:57:17 GMT -5
"I couldn't exactly leave a beast in need could i? "you wouldn't have happened to see any vermin bands around have you?"
The older mole shook his head taking some steps forward. "Can't say Oi have, Gurd zurr..." He said, the ground shifting under his feet with each step. It was the gravel moving. He sure wasn't going to trip again! He switch sides, walking on the other side of the otter.
"we're pretty far from the nearest camp, what're you doing out this far anyway?"
What a question! He hadn't had a conversation with a decent beast in at least 4 seasons! He didn't come across them very often...Mostly he pained his way through the vermin camps, just trying to gather supplies and pass through unharmed...Here lately that was not the case...He had been beaten pretty badly cause he was overpowered. Normally he could defend himself if it was just one or two beast but any more than that and he was nearly helpless. The last time He actually had to ball up on the ground and cover his head while the other beast robbed him of his money and anything else they found that was in their interest.
"Oi dont haves anywurrs ta' go. Oi'vs been travelin' for a gurt many seasons. Oi' just pass through 'ta see what oi can. Tha' ruins und such." he said rubbing his snout with his massive digging claw.
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