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[Scarlet]

Scarlet strolled along the street, her hands shoved casually into her pockets. Her cerulean eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun as it beat down upon the cobblestones of Loamsdowns dirty streets. The street was lined with a motley assortment of beggars, pirates, maidens, dancers, gypsies and whatnot. A one eyed ferret clad in a few measly scraps of dirty rags came up to her begging for a copper penny. Scarlet, being a heartless lass, shoved the old ferret out of her way, muttering something about " Filthy beggars" and how annoying they were. The ferret shrugged and tryed begging some beast else.

Scarlet walked down an alley, skipping nimbly around the muddy puddles that gathered there. Soon she was in the market place, and her face lit up slightly. This was what she came for, she thought when she saw the 'Rare Weapons' stall in a corner of the large clearing. She made her way over, wrinkling her nose as she passed a group of smelly weasles trying to sell rotten fish. They glared at her as she passed with out stopping by thier stall, even though they called to her something along the lines of " Fresh fish, only a few pennies!".

She reached the weapons stall to find it was manned by a charming weasel lass with chocolate brown fur and emerald colored eyes that sparkled nearly as much as hers. Scarlet made a low growling sound; She hated to see somebeast even close to as gorgeous as she herself was. She looked at the racks of weapons, searching for a certain something...

[Firestripe]

*There had been some matters in town that Firestripe had needed to attend to. Certain matters that, at least to him, were important. Very important. Important to the utmost degree of importantisity. These matters had been important, indeed, important to the utmost degree of importantisity, to him for awhile now and he hadn't been sure if everything would be ok by the time they got to Loamsdown for he had sent for these matters to start to be taken care of many many weeks ago, in fact, it had been the day he had gotten Vera that he had sent for these matters to be accomplished. Thankfully they were. After having attended to those certain matters, he was left with a kinda long bundle held under his arm wrapped in some kind of material, almost like a blanket. Now he was on the search for Scarlet. He didn't know where in the world she'd gone but figured there'd be a good chance of finding her somewhere in the market.*

*When he got there, he looked around searching for her. Eventually he spotted her over at some stalls that housed many blades and other kinds of weapons. A bit alarmed, well, more than a bit, he quickly strode over to her side.* "Hey, Scarlet! Um... whatcha looking at here?" *He asked in a normal voice. He was suppressing his alarm rather well, he was surprised to hear though he didn't show that surprise either. That would just be stupid! He noticed the weasel lass manning the stand mainly because of how Scarlet had glared at her just before Firestripe had walked up. Sure the weasel was pretty enough but one, she wasn't a fox (everybody knows that foxes look the best out of any creatures, period!) and two, that weasel didn't have anything on Scarlet regardless. She didn't hardly have any muscle mass whatsoever and that played an important role on how to tell what kind of beast somebeast was. Take the weasel for instance, she didn't have much muscle mass and in at town like Loamsdown, you either fought to live or had other's fight for you. This little miss charming obviously didn't fight to live and was therefore most likely a pampered little prissy thing liable to have a hissy fit if she didn't get what she wanted. She probably never had to fight for anything because she was so spoiled because of her looks. This being said, who likes pampered little prissy things?*

*Now take Scarlet for instance, she had the beauty more so than the weasel yet she also has the hard muscle telling that she knows what it's like to not have an easy life. Sure she also could get quite mad if she didn't get her way but she also had the strength to carry through, not to just pout and get upset. She wasn't spoiled, far from it though that could soon change... (I be foreshadowing) Either way, none[/b] of those thoughts had gone through Firestripe's head, he had merely noticed the weasel lass and that was that. This long and very detailed tangent was what he would've been thinking had he not been so focused on Scarlet. Enjoy this little insight into Firestripe's mind? Thought so. Now, back to the story at hand... or paw... whatever. Firestripe shifted the bundle under his arm a bit as he finished the sentence, just to get it into a more comfortable position though he might have unintentionally brought a bit of focus onto it.*

OOC: Goodness, I broke so many laws of good writing in this crazy as heck post such as creating new words that didn‘t previously exist and using words out of their normal use and entering into first person a few times plus I‘m sure there are quite a few run on sentences... oh well. I couldn't finish the post in time before my internet cut out at night so I decided to try and make it as long and as crazy and as interesting as comfortably possible without throwing in something like dragons and rainbows and the such... *sigh* perhaps I'll do that next time! By the by, does Firestripe know Scarlet’s full name?[/font]

[Scarlet]

OOC: As to your question, I think so. I don't know why she wouldn't tell him, considering thier current relationship, so yeah, I guess he knows her full name. May I take a guess at what the mystery is? Perhaps Firestripe got some weapon for Scar and had it engraved with her name and all that? 8)

Scarlet was just averting her hatefilled glare from the weasel and begining to scan the racks of weapons when Firestripe appeared by her side.
"Hey, Scarlet! Um... whatcha looking at here?"
"Hi, Firestripe! Oh, just looking..." She started, but then changed her mind. " Actually, I was looking for a peculiar weapon. Its supposed to be somewhere in this market, and this is the first place I stopped by. Its a double-bladed barbed dagger set with emerelds. Have you seen it, perhaps in some weapon stall you passed by?" She asked, then noticed the long bundle he was carrying. " Whats that you have there, Firestripe?" She was instantly no longer interested in the racks of weapons before her. She could surely refocuse her attention back to the weapon search, but for now she was eager to appease her curiosity of this mysterious item.

[Firestripe]

OOC: Your powers of observation are unmatched. It totally wasn't obvious. Not at all. He is only alarmed by her looking at weapons because he couldn't imagine why in the world she would need a weapon, of course. XD


“What, this?” *Firestripe said, indicating the wrapped bundle he had under his arm.* “Oh, well why don’t you just have a gander for yourself?” *He said as he took it out from under his arm and slowly unwrapped it. Once all the blanket like cloth had been removed, a dark red scabbard with gold inlay running patterns down the length of it was revealed. Of course, the scabbard wasn’t the main focus of attention, that would be the blade itself. Firestripe drew the blade and handed it to Scarlet, hilt first. The sword was a type of cutlass, and a beautiful one at that. It was made out of a strong metal that was almost white in appearance and elegantly curved up to a needle point with the blade having one very sharp side. It was quite lightweight, though heavyduty at the same time, meaning that it was light to carry around but it could be hacked into things quite forcibly without fear of actually damaging the blade. This being said, it was also an extremely fast sword that required a top notch swordsbeast to handle. It was perfectly balanced between the hilt and the blade itself. The hilt, thankfully, had a basket guard so as to protect the paw of the sword wielder. Though the hilt and basket guard couldn’t be made purely out of gold, for gold is a soft metal and bends easily, they were gold plated with the underlying material being the same metal as the blade. The grip was wrapped in hard leather that is was dyed the same dark red as the scabbard. The pommel was a large ruby that had been beautifully cut into the likeness of a rose in full bloom. The most important part about the sword, at least Firestripe thought so, was what was on the inside of the basket guard on the hilt. On the inside surface, [shadow=gold,down,300][shadow=gold,up,300][shadow=gold,right,300][shadow=gold,left,300]S.R.N.[/shadow][/shadow][/shadow][/shadow] was engraved in a long flowing script and filled in with red dye so as to give it color* “It may be a pretty thing but it’s also a fine sword. I doubt even I could break that blade.” *And that was really saying something, for Firestripe was no weakling, far from it actually… He decided to not just come out and say that it was hers. He figured that it would be better if he let her find that part out for herself.*

OOCyetagain: By the by, if you wanna know what the blade looks like then click this. Now remember, this is only for the blade, the hilt in the picture does not reflect what I mean for the hilt of Scarlet's sword to look like.

[Scarlet]

OOC: No, it was pretty obvious XD. Your persistent questioning of what kind of blade Scar was, the "You almost ruined my plan" comments, and the asking if Firestripe knew Scarlet's whole name. Oh, and the alarmedness on his face when he saw her looking at weapons. It all points in one direction; At least, to the out-standingly observant one, it does.

Scarlet's eyes lit up as enthusiasm brightened her features. She grabbed the hilt and inspected the blade with scrutiny. She then held it in front of her, flat in both paws to inspect the hilt. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw first the likeness of a rose shaped into the glittering ruby, then her initials engraved into the inside of the hilt. " Oh." Was all she could say. Even as rich as Scarlet had become, and as much as she adored collecting various weapons, never before in her life had she seen such a blade. It's lightness astounded her, for it did not seem that what it weighed would match up with how strong Firestripe claimed it to be. She fingered the blade and found the metal cold and hard as stone beneath her paws. Her paw lingered on the gold plated hilt and ruby.
Though she was not used to carrying about, much less using, such a luscious weapon, Scarlet knew that this sword would never leave her hip from that day on. It was the ideal weapon for Scarlet, and fit perfectly with what a Captain such as herself should carry. After a minute or two, Scarlet found a voice with which to speak. " Its absolutely stunning..." She managed to whisper.
Then a new thought came into her head. What did this mean, coming from Firestripe. Scarlet knew that Firestripe liked her alot, and she liked him alot too, but up until now she never actually thought he might love her. He may or may not, but Scarlet doubted that he would give her such a precious gift for no reason at all; As if he just had gold to toss away at leisure.

[Firestripe]

*A huge smile was pasted across Firestripe's face which was indeed a rare occurrence. He was immensely glad of the fact that she liked it. If it hadn't been apparent before, then this should have showed that Scarlet's suspicions were indeed true. He loved her. Indeed, he didn't have gold to just throw away. He'd made up the excuse that Vera had taken all his money and Scarlet had accepted that statement when in fact it would be almost impossible for Vera to cost that much. No matter how incredibly useful a weapon it was, it was still only a handheld cannon and a cannon couldn't cost so much that it took all of his money. Besides, why would he have all of his money with him at once unless he was planning on using it for a specific reason?* "I'm glad you like it." *Was all he said. Sometimes there are points in life where little needs to be said and it will have a greater impact than many words. Firestripe figured that this was one of those points. He was now looking down at Scarlet and if she eventually looked away from the blade and at him then she'd see that his eyes spoke volumes of what he felt.*

OOC: Is it just me or does this sound cheesy?

[Scarlet]

Scarlet glanced up at Firestripe's face. Indeed, she could see plainly the adoration that dwelt within his firey irises. Her own mind overflowered with emotion, and her blue eyes shone. Quite unexpectedly, she threw her arms around Firestripe's waist, him being far to tall for her to throw them about his neck. She was careful, though, to keep the sharp edge of the blade away from both of them, even though it was in her paws still.
"I love you, Firestripe."
She whispered.
Her head was reeling at this point, thinking of how she had never ever felt this way about any creature before. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears. She didn't know what in the world she was doing, hugging Firestripe like this in public, but she really didn't care about her rep at that moment. All she could think about was her epiphany that she loved Firestripe more than she loved herself.

OOC: Trust me, this is worse. XD

[Firestripe]

*Firestripe hadn't quite expected such an emotional outpour as a result of this but that didn't mean that it wasn't welcome, far from it. He was beyond himself with joy that Scarlet finally understood that Firestripe did indeed love her. He put his arms around her as she hugged him tightly.* "I love you too, Scarlet." *He whispered into her ear for he was currently looking down at the top of her head and her ears were right there. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard and fast that it felt like it was going to just pop out at any moment. He didn't care that they were in public, this was possibly the best moment in his life and he didn't want it to ever end, though eventually it would whether he wanted it to or not. For the time being though, he would enjoy the moment while it lasted and hug Scarlet all the closer for it. Indeed, he was starting to get so emotional himself that a lone tear started to materialize at the corner of his eye. That was a wonder in itself for Firestripe didn't cry. Even when wounded so severely that it would kill any other beast, he never teared up. It seemed only love could do something like that to him.*

[Scarlet]

OOC: YOU MADE YOUR CHARACTER CRY!?!!??! Jk, but yeah, that's pretty mushy.

[Firestripe]

OOC: It is indeed... and corny as well. Besides, I thought you turned this into a competetion! You said ooc in your last post that your was mushier than mine so that immidiatly means that it's whoever can get the mushiest, isn't it? Your turn! lol