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Hm, it's not as good as the other two parts, but it's getting there. You have a similar writing style to R A Salvatore.

Dun, Dun, Dun, another one bites the dust...

MONKEYZ RULE wrote:Dun, Dun, Dun, another one bites the dust...

Clam down. More's coming.

Really? Ya'll are that impatient, or am I being forced to write at gunpoint now?

*takes out 12 gauge*

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4.


Running. Isaac chanced a look over his shoulder. Wolves. Three. Four, maybe. He wasn’t sure, but they were catching up. His paws were already carrying him as fast as they could go. Darting, diving, dipping through the dense forest foliage. Isaac’s lungs burned. He glanced over his shoulder again. A wolf’s mouth was open wide, ready to devour his puny neck. Isaac burst forward. He was safe for now, but he was tiring. Isaac focused his vision forward again, but this time it was different. The forest opened into a small meadow. A rabbit calmly stood in the middle, his face bowed toward the ground. A sword lay sheathed by his side. Isaac wanted to yell, “Run! Wolves!” But somehow he could not. The rabbit seemed familiar, covered in white fur, however, its right ear ended in a brown tip. With one swift motion the rabbit unsheathed the blade, and lunged toward Isaac. Isaac skittered left, but soon realized he was not the target. The blade sung through the first wolf, cutting diagonally from the waist upwards, then somehow flashed into the neck of the second wolf, then quickly changed directions and masterfully plunged into the heart of the final foe. The rabbit withdrew his blade and the wolves collapsed to the ground, as harmless as mice. The rabbit gently cleaned the sword and sheathed it. The rabbit smiled lightly, and offered the blade to Isaac. It ended.

Isaac woke up to the lazy warmth of the sun cozily heating his fur. At first, Isaac relaxed in the soft grass, not thinking about anything. The dream came to mind, something was familiar about that rabbit, but Isaac couldn’t place what it was. Isaac opened his eyes. The grass had time to warm up, however the sun still remained in the eastern half of the sky. Midmorning, Isaac decided.

Reluctantly, Isaac dragged himself up onto two feet. He definitely needed the rest, but they were due back at the dojo yesterday. If we can find the dojo. Isaac reminded himself, they had ventured deep into the woods. Every second of daylight they wasted meant one less second they had to find their way back. Isaac stretched. He definitely felt better. His back ached dryly, but that was about it. Tribly slept soundly on the grass.

Isaac yawned, “Hey, Tribly. Wake up.”

Tribly snored loudly.

It was clear Tribly wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Isaac figured he could retrace their steps back to the statue, and then from there see if he could make his way back to where the fight started. Tribly twitched, and for a second Isaac thought he would wake up, but instead Tribly rolled over to a more comfortable position, revealing the sword from the statue underneath. Isaac figured Tribly had probably waited until he was asleep, then suck out and got the sword. Isaac cautiously picked it up by the hilt.

The sword was like nothing Isaac had seen before. It was lighter than expected, but somehow it didn’t feel clumsy in his right paw. The handle suggested it be used one paweded or two. The hand guard only consisted of a simple barrier separating the hilt from the blade, and there was no decoration on the handle, and only a simple weaving of rather comfortable cloth. The blade seemed to resist the effects of the decades, as it still remained sharp. A slight curve ran along the length of the entire sword, but instead of both sides of the blade forming a tip, the curve increased, and the tip only formed on one side. Isaac noticed that the cutting edge only ran along the outer side of the curve. Odd.

“Jeeze, you could smuggle past a fox. That’s for sure.” Isaac said once he was sure he was out of earshot.

Where you describing s scimitar? I'm a bit fuzzy on my swords.

Katana.

hmmm, describe the hilt better, or the pommel. it'll make more sense.

Since I utterly suck at technical writing I'm going to leave it for now. Think of it as what you must, but for me it's a Katana like thing.

Before I get shot with that 12 gauge, here's #5. I wanted to continue it longer, but then I wouldn't be able to find a good endpoint.

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5.

The statues gleamed in the midmorning light. Isaac shrugged. He wasn’t sure why he felt he needed to return the sword, but he did. Isaac circled around to the far statue, the unknown gold-eared rabbit. It’s hands grasped empty air. Isaac carefully placed the sword in it’s respective place.

“Thief.” Isaac heard behind him, before a knife flew into the statue next to him, bouncing off with a loud clang.

Isaac snapped around. A figure stood not fifteen paces away. Isaac almost mistook it for a wolf, but after a few heartbeats he realized it was a fox. Age had taken its toll on the fox, because a once vivid orange coat had faded to gray. An eye patch dutifully rested over one eye. The remaining eye remained fixed on Isaac. Isaac glanced down and noticed the fox had a belt armed to the brim with throwing knives not unlike the one thrown already. Isaac tensed. He thought of running.

“Can you outrun a flying blade?” The fox growled, “grab that sword, thief.”

“Sir, I-” Isaac was cut off by the fox’s dark growl. Isaac drew the sword out of the statue’s hands. Isaac was only aware he was trembling when he saw the blade wobble in his grasp.

The fox smiled, “Good, because I wouldn’t kill an unarmed rabbit.”

With that the fox hurled a knife at Isaac. Isaac flinched more than reacted, but somehow his sword had intercepted the first knife. Isaac didn’t have time to breath a sigh of relief. Isaac sidestepped the second deadly tip of the second projectile, and delivered an upward stroke, deflecting it away. The pace increased, and Isaac felt he couldn’t keep up, but at the same time someone or something seemed to guide him through the motions with each stroke. Someone confident, calm, and peaceful. Isaac slashed through thin air, the hail of knives had stopped, and the daggers laid scattered around him. Isaac‘s breath came short and deep. A dry metallic taste invaded his mouth.

The fox remained unphased, and unsheathed a short sword, “Round two.”

Awesome!

Thanks for all your comments guys, I really appreciate it!
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6.

Tribly stirred. Something tickled the tip of his nose. He halfheartedly attempted to brush it off. A moment later the tickling sensation returned. Still half asleep, he opened one eye. A large honeybee sat contently on the tip of his snout. Tribly briefly considered the best course of action: Whether it was better to curve is lip up and try to blow air until it flew off, or quickly brush it off with a paw. The first might not work at all, and the second seemed like a good way to get stung. A puzzle indeed.

“Move.” Tribly tried.

The bee sat still.

“Go.”

Nothing.

“Begone with ye.”

The honeybee displayed a profound lack of motion.

Tribly rolled his eyes. He’d have to do this the hard way. Slowly, Tribly brought a paw up to his ears, and quickly swatted the yellow honeybee away. He looked at the paw. No stings. Good.

Almost reluctantly, Tribly sprung up. This was as good a day as any. Tribly stretched. He noticed the sword that he’d lost a few minuets of sleep over had disappeared. Isaac had probably taken it back. Didn’t matter, he’d find a way to get it into the dojo. Nothing energized him more than a fresh morning; except, maybe a fresh morning with a fresh cup of spring water. That reminded him, there probably would be someone from the dojo looking for them by now. That was another matter. First, He’d have to find Isaac.

Tribly leisurely walked toward the statues, that was the logical choice, and more than likely the right one. Tribly easily tracked Isaac’s footprints, but noticed some other tracks shadowing slightly to the left. They looked canine. Not big enough to be a wolf’s, but still-

Clang!

Tribly’s ears perked up. Metal. A swordfight. Tribly burst into a sprint. The clashes of ringing metal grew louder. He could make out two figures ahead, but the glare from the statues obscured any detail. Tribly slowed and squinted his eyes. At first he nearly mistook the thing Isaac was fighting for a wolf, until he noticed the long, bushy tail. Nevertheless, it was big, and skilled with a sword. Tribly gasped. Isaac was somehow holding his own. They hadn’t even gotten the chance to train with swords yet! Isaac seemed to flow from stroke to stroke with blade in hand. Tribly watched as Isaac parried two blows and countered with a horizontal slash. The fox ducked. Tribly was sure Isaac would get swept by an unavoidable low counterattack, but instead, Isaac grappled the fox’s sword arm with one hand, drove the blade into the ground, and used the momentum to roll, his own back on the fox’s, over the fox and to safety. Isaac stepped back.

Tribly decided this would be a good time to intercede, “You! Eye patch! Paws off!”

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Isaac turned his head. Tribly was coming, finally. Isaac noticed the fox had picked up his sword and angled his stance relative to Tribly. Isaac dashed forward. He found himself intercepting the fox’s blade with his own. Any later and Tribly’s head would’ve been severed. Tribly recovered and stepped into the fight. Isaac kept the fox’s blade busy, and Tribly every so often would connect with a kick. The fox couldn’t keep up with this double team. While Isaac and Tribly’s attacks smoothly flowed into each other. Soon the fight ended. The fox was disarmed, his blade laying at his side. Isaac cautiously kept the fox at swordlength.
“Stop!” Someone yelled.

“Look.” Isaac whispered to Tribly, not wanting to take his eyes off the fox.

Tribly looked, “It’s another fox. Younger. I think it’s a girl, but I’m not really good at telling, ya know? She‘s got a sword too.”

“Fine.” Isaac exhaled. He looked also. It was another fox, this one’s coat burned a brilliant orange. Younger definitely, and there was some resemblance. A sword not unlike the Isaac squinted. In fact, she did look female, at least a little. Isaac couldn’t really tell the differ-

“Father! Stop!” The she-fox yelled again. Isaac instinctively took a defensive stance. His opponent had picked up his sword.

“But these are thieves! Athe, thieves!” The old fox retorted.

“Yes father,” Athe said, as if explaining something simple to a child, “but these are rabbits from the dojo to the south, and who founded the dojo?”

The old fox pointed to the statues.

“So then who would the sword rightfully to go to?” Athe followed up.

“Them.” The old fox huffed, defeated.

Isaac watched the female fox, Athe, approached. Isaac opened his mouth to apologize, but was cut off by a by a hand motion from.

“ I should apologize to you, rabbit. Something was stolen long ago. From him” she paused, then added, “and me. It’s no matter, he gets confused about some things. I try to look after him, but sometimes he slips away. Come on, I’ll show you back to your dojo. Introductions for later, my father is notorious for changing his mind.”

Isaac nodded and started to place the sword back into it’s place, but the old fox interrupted with a huff, “Keep it, you earned it.”

Not one to argue, Isaac nodded and followed Athe and Tribly, headed for the Dojo.

so....what is the difference between the fan fic and the RP? well I prefer rp. just tell me if I am right. fan fic is just a story...R P is a game?

cachiporrin wrote:so....what is the difference between the fan fic and the RP? well I prefer rp. just tell me if I am right. fan fic is just a story...R P is a game?

Yessiry.

A fan fic is a story where 1 person does all the writing, and shares it.

An RP is where many users create characters, and interact with each other with no or little preset plot.

Both are fun, for readers and writers, but an RP is more interactive.

heehee, it sounds like this is a toturial for og, like there are new controls, and an old vet is learning them

Here's 7. It's mostly dialogue, but meh, can't have a fight every two pages.
If you DUN like TEH storeh! Comment. Foo's.
(the RP's are stealin' mai thunder.)

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7.


Isaac found himself a little nervous being so close to a carnivore. Unconsciously he tightened his grip on the sword. They walked in silence for a little while, and once they were out of earshot, Athe asked, “So how did two rabbits like you get so far from the dojo?”

“He started it.” Tribly said, his blue eyes slightly amused.

Isaac rolled his eyes, “ I was getting some water from the well just out of the dojo, then Tribly there came at me from the-”

“Brutally attacked.“ Tribly corrected “‘Came at’ doesn’t really describe the way you took off like a sparrow.”

“Right.” Isaac conceded, “ Tribly brutally attacked me as I was heading up to the well. Then-”

“Actually,” Tribly cut in, “Mauled sounds better.”

Athe laughed, and Isaac couldn’t suppress a chuckle. The nerves always seemed to evaporate with Tribly’s wisecracks, “ Then we thought we’d spar a bit, got lost, found the statues, stayed overnight; and, well, you know the rest.”

“I do.” Athe agreed, “The fight must’ve taken you two pretty far north. Usually we don’t patrol this far south.”

“For what?” Tribly inquired.

“Wolves.” Athe said off-handedly. The very name made Isaac’s blood chill, and yet he felt a sudden warmth from the sword. Athe must’ve noticed, because she said, “ You have nothing to worry about, the way you fought back there. It’s not often I get to see my father bested.”

“T-t-thanks.” Isaac managed, too stunned to think of anything else. Then, suddenly, his mind started working again, “Wait. Why wolves? Aren’t they gone? No one’s seen them around here in ages!”

“Aye, but legend says they’ll come again, and we wouldn’t want to be unprepared, would we?” Athe replied simply.

“Wait, I haven’t heard that legend.” Isaac paused, thinking, “Have you Tribly?”

“Yeah.” Tribly said slowly, “Just a few days ago.”

“When you met the master?” Isaac guessed, getting frustrated.

“Relax.” Athe said, then with a slight smile, “I won’t ruin the surprise for you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tribly agreed, “That’s not the important part.”

“Well then, what is the important part!” Isaac demanded.

“Can’t tell ya.” Tribly shrugged with relative indifference, “ I‘d love to see your reaction though.”

Athe snickered. Isaac shot her a glance. Isaac figured it was best to ignore them for now. He’d see for himself. They walked on in silence, Tribly and Athe occasionally covering up chuckles with fake coughs, while Isaac was left frustrated and clueless. Athe suddenly stopped.

Puzzled, Isaac asked, “Wha-”

“Shush.” She cut him off, then took a shallow sniff of the air, “We’re too far south. Tell you what, you’re a rabbit, jump up on that tall rock over there and see if you can spot your dojo.”

“Sure, I guess.” Isaac replied, “but how can you smell like that?”

“Just like you can jump, I can smell. Now get going or you won‘t get back by nightfall.”
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If you DUN like TEH storeh! Comment. Foo's.
(the RP's are stealin' mai thunder.)

I would put in more, but I have two tests this week and one next week.