Post by ladyfox on Feb 25, 2006 17:47:58 GMT -5
Right, let's start this RPG Then 
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On a warm summer's night, when the breaze softly brushed against the lush green leaves, Vixen, the mate of the famous Farthing Wood Fox, was out on a hunt for her ill mate; when she came across Owl.
"Hello Owl, how are you this evening?" Vixen asked in her usual soft tone. Owl then ruffled her feathers uncomfortably with the heat.
"I'm fine. How is Fox? I heard that he wasn't feeling too well as of late?" Owl retorted, still faintly jealous of the fact that Fox was the leader of the animals from Farthing Wood. Vixen gave a sullen look on her expression, then she looked back up at Owl with eyes beginning to water.
"No, he isn't. I'm beginning to worry about him, he's not as young as he once was, and, I can only fear the worse for him." Vixen explained, then she sat herself down and tried with her hardest endeavours not to cry. Owl could see that Vixen was upset by the very thought of Fox dying, so, in a vain attempt, tried to raise her spirits again.
"There's, no need to worry about Fox, I'm sure he'll be fine. I'm sure you'll remember that he doesn't give up without a fight. Remember the Rats?"Owl consoled, Vixen raised her watered eyes back at Owl, and realised that she was right.
"Oh your right Owl, I know that he won't give up." Vixen replied, trying to calm herself down after a quiet cry.
"Keep nursing him, it will do him a lot of good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go for a hunt." Owl finished, then, with a couple of wing beats, Owl had disappeared into the humid night. Vixen stared in the direction that Owl had flown, and began to think to herself.
"I just hope she's right." Vixen whispered to herself.
"Hope who's right?" A familiar voice called from behind. Vixen turned suddenly to find her great grandson, Plucky.
"Oh Plucky, you scared the life out of me!" Vixen exclaimed, then she took in a recovery breath; to retrieve the breath she had just lost.
:On a warm summer's night, when the breaze softly brushed against the lush green leaves, Vixen, the mate of the famous Farthing Wood Fox, was out on a hunt for her ill mate; when she came across Owl.
"Hello Owl, how are you this evening?" Vixen asked in her usual soft tone. Owl then ruffled her feathers uncomfortably with the heat.
"I'm fine. How is Fox? I heard that he wasn't feeling too well as of late?" Owl retorted, still faintly jealous of the fact that Fox was the leader of the animals from Farthing Wood. Vixen gave a sullen look on her expression, then she looked back up at Owl with eyes beginning to water.
"No, he isn't. I'm beginning to worry about him, he's not as young as he once was, and, I can only fear the worse for him." Vixen explained, then she sat herself down and tried with her hardest endeavours not to cry. Owl could see that Vixen was upset by the very thought of Fox dying, so, in a vain attempt, tried to raise her spirits again.
"There's, no need to worry about Fox, I'm sure he'll be fine. I'm sure you'll remember that he doesn't give up without a fight. Remember the Rats?"Owl consoled, Vixen raised her watered eyes back at Owl, and realised that she was right.
"Oh your right Owl, I know that he won't give up." Vixen replied, trying to calm herself down after a quiet cry.
"Keep nursing him, it will do him a lot of good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go for a hunt." Owl finished, then, with a couple of wing beats, Owl had disappeared into the humid night. Vixen stared in the direction that Owl had flown, and began to think to herself.
"I just hope she's right." Vixen whispered to herself.
"Hope who's right?" A familiar voice called from behind. Vixen turned suddenly to find her great grandson, Plucky.
"Oh Plucky, you scared the life out of me!" Vixen exclaimed, then she took in a recovery breath; to retrieve the breath she had just lost.