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| Weasel Stomping Day; The More the Merrier. All Welcome. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 3 2010, 06:43 PM (278 Views) | |
| Peterosk Urbaness | May 3 2010, 06:43 PM Post #1 |
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Peterosk rode his horse at a walking pace through the forest, scaring the weasels that were following the hunting group along, picking up scraps that the people dropped. Peterosk looked into the branches of the trees, and he thought that he saw a Bel in the trees. Peterosk yelled to the rest of the group. "I see something! I think its a Bel!" He pointed toward where he had seen the animal, but unfortunately, as soon as he had alerted the rest of the hunting party, it fled. "Drats! We lost it!" Peterosk walked the horse along at a slower pace, staying alert just in case another animal happened to appear. He didn't want to scare another animal off. |
| Tryna | May 26 2010, 08:32 AM Post #2 |
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Tryna had heard rumors that the human court would pay handsomely for an answer to there problems, someone that would be able to see into the future, to answer the questions that they wanted to answer. No one knew what secrets the royal family might be keeping, and no one dared ask, but Tryna was desperate. Tryna, was alone in a world where woman were not respected, she was poor in a world where money is the highest priority. She needed a break, and she figured that the easiest way to earn an introduction to the royal family would be to peddle wares during the festivities of Weasel stomping Day. And possibly catching one of the poor weasels for her own... if she could get her sight to start working again, that is. She hadn’t had a vision in near a month, and she figured that she was due. Tryna made her way into the forest where the fairground was set. Listening to the hushed tones of the performers, waiting for news to begin the celebration, she smiled at the memory of years past, where she herself was one of the anxious people awaiting the announcement that a weasel had been caught. Tryna, using her cane to guide her over the heavy roots that crossed the forest floor, passed the fair, moving deep into the forest, using her ears rather than eyes to look for a weasel. A skill that she was loath to have, but would be worse off without. Hearing the sounds of footfalls, Tryna tried to turn in the opposite direction. To be detected now before she was ready would be the worst fate, but her luck had never been good. As the hushed steps of a trained tracker came closer, Tryna held her breath,, and awaited the mans approach. |
| Peterosk Urbaness | May 30 2010, 08:02 PM Post #3 |
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Peterosk led the group further down the path, taking care not to make any noise at all. As he turned a corner, he happened upon a brown haired girl crouching on the side of the path. Peterosk held a finger to his lips, and then waved his hand in the direction of the group behind him, hoping that the girl would get the hint, and go back and join the group. He froze in his place, seeing that a weasel had appeared from behind a tree. He quickly grabbed a net from his saddlebag, and brought it down upon the weasel. Peterosk held up the animal for the group to see. "Huzzah! We have caught one!" |
| Tryna | Jun 1 2010, 08:25 AM Post #4 |
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Tryna froze as she heard the weasel come closer. She had been tracking it for a couple of hours and had finally caught up to it. The footsteps of others was drawing nearer, and nearer. She crouched closer and closer to the weasel. She heard a swish, and the clop of horses stopped. A rush of air, a squeal from a rodent, and the yelling compliments of men rang in her ears. "Congratualations on your catch" she whispered, bowing her head as she thought of the catch that was almost hers. "Whom, may I ask, holds such skill?" |
| Peterosk Urbaness | Jun 1 2010, 02:18 PM Post #5 |
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Peterosk held his hand just below the opening of the net, preventing the weasel from escaping, as the girl who had been crouching in the bushes asked him her question. "It is surprising that you do not know who I am. But I guess that that does explain why you are not trying to get any favors or anything like that. I am Peterosk Urbaness, Prince of Stronferth." Peterosk's shoulders sagged, anticipating a fit of giggles or some other annoying reaction, which he usually got whenever commoners were around him. Not to say that there weren't those who acted perfectly normal. Unfortunately those were usually the ones he went to see at the Noble Court, and were not really a part of regular society. |
| Tryna | Jun 2 2010, 10:47 AM Post #6 |
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Dressed in the circus gear, her clothing somewhat provocative and flamboyant, with a deep blue silk scarf draped from ear to ear, Tryna was surprised that the prince even acknowledged her existence. As he introduced herself, her knees began to tremble. Oh crap, she thought before speaking again, "I’m sorry that I have no weasel to present you with, but I’m sure the true passion of the day comes not from the material gifts that can be given, but the heat that comes from the hunt" She took a deep breath, standing at full length in front of the party that she could see because of her nonexistent eyesight, "My name is Tryna Abnell, I come from as far around the globe as you can imagine. I’m sorry I bring no royal bearing, or gift, the only thing I can give you is my sight, something that comes rarely, and often for too short of a time to identify its source... but it is yours if you want it, as am I, I wish to stay in your service and please you however I may. My skill as a seer is ... limited, to say the least. But rumor has it that you have been calling to the edges of the continent for anyone that can help you, well, here I am. At your service, until you have no use of me." Tryna bowed her head, hoping that he would not ask of her something she could not give, like her virtue, or pride. The Prince was reputed to be a skirt flirter, and she was a seventeen year old girl in her prime, with nearly perfect beauty, a face flawed by the tantalizing lick of a flame at an early age. A flame that had almost led to Tryna’s parents’ fall; a flame that had led to Tryna’s blindness. Tryna had buried her passion, like one would douse a burning candle, destined only to serve with a loyalty, and need that could stand on reason rather than need. She awaited the Princes answer, keeping in mind that no one could possibly care for one as broken as she. |
| Peterosk Urbaness | Jun 3 2010, 03:26 PM Post #7 |
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"Why would you think that we would care whether or not you have a weasel? I was just afraid that you might scare them away if we left you to your own devices here. Go on, join the group." Peterosk turned around to the group of revelers following him. "This is Tryna! She is joining the hunt now! Let us go find more!" And with that, Peterosk kept walking with his horse down the path, having handed the net with the weasel off to someone else in the group who was nearby. "Actually, we should probably head back to the clearing to drop it off in the cages before we continue. Let us turn around!" |
| Tryna | Jun 7 2010, 02:28 PM Post #8 |
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Tryna was thrilled at the opportunity to be speaking to the prince, she turned away from the crowd of men who were ogling her body, and stepped closer to the prince. She whispered to him quietly, discreetly, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t raise anymore attention to her person. "May I borrow a coat" she asked quickly, turning again to look at the men and back again to talk to the prince. "Considering the mixed company, I am extremely uncomfortable in my performing gear." The scowls of the women seemed to lighten as they noticed Tryna's extreme discomfort. But the leering gaze of the men burned holes into her back. |
| Peterosk Urbaness | Jun 14 2010, 09:26 AM Post #9 |
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"Sure. I would be happy to get you a coat." Peterosk grabbed an old leather jacket from a nearby horse, and handed the man who was leading it a coin. "Here you are." Peterosk handed the jacket to the woman, and then turned around to the group of people who were accompanying him in the hunt. "Let us go back to the camp and put this weasel in a cage. Then we can look for more without worrying about losing this one." Peterosk turned the horse around, and began leading it in the opposite direction, back toward the clearing from which the group had come. |
| Tryna | Jun 22 2010, 02:50 PM Post #10 |
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Following Peterosk to the camp was, thankfully, uneventful. Tryna took note of the feeling of the ground and the sound of everyone’s feet as the tread the hard earth of the forest floor. She wore the large coat awkwardly, like a blanket that never seemed to end. Her slow movement made her fall back towards the end of the company... it was then that she heard the stealthy movements of others just feet from the group. She began to bang her stick on a tree, and yelped out as if in pain, hoping that her actions would scare whoever was following the weasel hunters, away. |
| Peterosk Urbaness | Aug 16 2010, 03:26 PM Post #11 |
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Peterosk looked at the woman as she hit a stick against a tree, and yelped in pain for absolutely no reason at all. "What exactly are you doing? That isn't helping anything. The only thing that will end up doing is breaking that stick or scratching up that tree. Stop that already." With that, Peterosk continued on toward the camp, leading his horse on behind him. After walking for a small while, the group walked into a clearing where several cages were set up amidst stalls where vendors were selling their wares. Peterosk walked up to the nearest cage, and dropped the weasel into it. "It's in the cage!" He yelled to the group. "We can head off now!" |
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