The Start of Something...

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Get it out of mah' leg!!!"

The poor, Otter-beast shouted while he was held down by three others. Celleron Stood over him with his meat cleaver. "It'll all be over soon..." The large otter said with a serious face as he raised the cleaver in the air above his head. The Skipper's hand grabbed Celleron's wrist right as it was moving downward. "Wrong..." The Skipper said gently moving it away. The Skipper reached into his belt and pulled out a small skinning knife.

The poor otter on the ground had fallen over the edge or the overlook. Luckily a bed of rocks behind a bush broke his fall. The impact had startled another holt member while he was gathering fire wood. He quickly spun, drawing his pistol and firing a shot into the first thing he saw. His leg...

"Wait! What are you gonna do with that!?" He said looking at the Skipper's knife. "Remove the shot..." He said looking up at the beast. "With a knife!?!?! No no! Gimme something to dull the pain or somethin'!"

Celleron grabbed a rock from the ground and cracked it over the beast head. The poor otter's head fell senselessly to the ground. The Skipper put his skinning knife back in his haversack and hung his head. "Serves 'em right scarin' me like that..." the otter who shot him said from behind the Skipper. The Skipper raised his head and drew his pistol. He stood up and turned towards the beast the pointed the barrel at the beast chest and fired the shot. It entered and exit sending a spray of blood to the cold, stone floor behind him echoing throughout infirmary chamber of the Holt's cave. He walked over to the otter that was now on his knees at the brink of death, taking his last few breaths of air and grabbed him by the top of his head. "Serves you right for shooting a comrade... " The Skipper kicked the beast chest, forcing what little life he had left from his body out and the corpse to the floor.

"Skipper sir!" a beast shouted at a run holding a readied bow. "There somebeast coming down the road below the cave!" he said. The skipper put his pistol in his belt and motioned for Celleron to follow. They came to the overlook and peered over the rocks seeing beast walking down the road. "Keep hidden..."

[Scarlet]

Natasha walked along the rocky/dusty road below the holt's cavern. She was completely oblivious of the goings on above her, in the rocky cliff until she heard a creature's wailing of pain. She hadn't quite made it to that spot yet, so she doubted anybeast would see her until she rounded the bend. She continued walked, appearing as though she hadn't noticed anything, though inside she was growing more and more curious about whatever was going on in the cliff side. Her emereld eyes took in the cliff face out of the corners of her eyes, without directly looking at the cliff. She felt a few pairs of eyes following her as she strode across the rocks. Quite suddenly, she turned and faced the cliff face. She could have sworn that her sensitive ears picked up the sound of somebeast sucking in a sharp breath. She smiled, and her sharp teeth glittered in the sunlight. Raising her right paw, she showed that she was unarmed and obviously didn't wish to fight. "Hello there!" She called, and the sound of her voice echoed a bit off the clif side. " I bear no ill will against you." She continued, wanting to make it clear she did not intend on charging the cavern, blade in paw. She valued her life, as it is.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Suddenly a sharp blade was pressed against Natasha's neck. "If you value your life you will not move..." Said a voice behind her. Whatever beast was behind her began rummaging through her things. Checking and disarming her.

[Scarlet]

Natasha stood still as a block of granite; For about 6 seconds. She pulled her neck in away from the blade as much as she could without having to take a step back. " What right do you think you have, to threaten my life?" She asked, her voice a menacing snarl that came from deep in her chest. Anybeast who heard her would be utterly shocked that such a sound could come from such a petite piratess. She was not afraid of death; In fact, she often did reckless and careless things. What life had she to live without her love by her side? She cared not whether her life was in danger at the moment. She had irrational and reckless schemes of escape piling up in her mind. She quickly chose one, and would act on it soon.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"I never threatened your life...I merely said if you value it you will not move...I have the right to protect myself dont I?" the voice said and it finished checking the beasts belongings. "Follow me quickly..." The beast said running ahead of her. It was hooded and cloak so one could not tell exactly what it was. It definitely didnt seem to be a threat. The beast had whatever could be used against him that Natasha was carrying with her in his paws as his sprinted forward and around moving upwards towards the cliff top.

[Scarlet]

Natasha's curiosity was peaked to a higher level as the creature told her to follow him. She willingly obeyed, and followed after the beast, her scheme of escape forgotten in a rush of questions that flooded her mind. Who was this creature? Why did he want her to follow him? Where was he taking her? Was he dangerous? Was he a pirate? She herself couldn't answer these questions as of the moment, so she was looking forward to getting to talk to this strange creature that ran in front of her now. His hood concealed not only his face, but what he was. This also Natasha was curious about. She knew she should not be following him; She knew that he could be leading her into a trap. She really didn't care.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

As the rounded the edge of the cliff there was a soft thump that stopped the beast in his tracks. As he began to turn slowly an arrow could be seen lodged in his forehead. It was a matted, Grey, Fox with piercings all over face. Blood began to trickle from the wound down his face to his chest. He fell to his right and nearly toppled over the edge of the cliff before an arm grabbed his limp form. Out stepped an otter. He was a little bit over the average height of of an otter and had average muscle mass except for his arms and legs with were a little more used but it couldn't be seen under his clothes which were war torn and bloodstained. He quickly grabbed Natasha's belongings and handed them back to her. He began to walk in the original direct the fox was walking. He stop and beckoned her to follow. As they would round the corner they would see more of these Hooded beast just like the fox but instead they were dead...with many otters surrounding them. The otter turned and offered a paw. "Skipper of Sea Otters..."

[Scarlet]

Natasha was shocked as the fox turned around. Before she even had a chance to grab her weapons from the corpse, an otter stepped out and handed them to her himself. Puzzled, Natasha thoughtlessly followed the otter and was surprised to see the other otters and dead foxes around the corner. As the otter in front of her turned and introduced himself, Natasha was overflowing with questions like before. She held them in, though, prefering to save them for later.
"Natasha, Captain of the Blacke Emerelde." She shook the burly otters paw. Looking around at the other otters, she asked simply " Whats going on?"

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Traith...He wandered too close to my territory....He tries to fool his prey into thinking he's a friend and then he'll lure them to be shot...this time it was my turn..." he said with a grin. "He's been plaguing my shores for years now..."


(short but I gotta go)

[Scarlet]

Natasha nodded. She had definately not thought that he was Traith was her friend, but rather her curiosity enticed her to follow him, even if he were dangerous. the news of this death she would have faced without the aid of Skipper and his otters did not disturb her in the least. She expected as much, and mentally shrugged her shoulders carelessly at the thought.
"Well, I am glad you finally got the chance to put an end to his troublings." Natasha said, glancing once again at the dead foxes.