*Weaver's Wars* Literate Wolf Role play. Accepting!

[Muggafinn]

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[Solanum]

Viho nodded, his expression blank. "Okay. If you wish." He trotted out of camp then stopped to wait for his leader. "So we are meeting the fox weave-beast at the border?" He cocked his head, looking over at her curiously. He knew that this was a very dangerous mission, but being with her only made it more frightening. He didn't want anything to happen to her...

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
She nodded, glancing around. "His memory has been, faulty, of late, hopefully he knows who I am." She said uncertainly. There was a rustle in the bushes to their left and a very thin, normal looking fox leapt out. He looked like an average fox in all respects, except when he started talking. "Hey, I know you." He rasped, looking at Viho. "You're the wolf who took my deer!" He yelped, skittering back and tripping over his own feet. Ara looked unimpressed, watching the fox with a bored face. "Cut the dramatics, Fox, I think you know of the Stag on our borders. Where were you and your comrades when the triggers went off?" Ara questioned.

[Solanum]

Viho smirked at the fox, laughing sheepishly under his breath. "We need to bind it to something else, and to do that, we need its skull... It is in a clearing in that direction. But we must hurry. Can you help us or not fox?" He cocked his head, frowning. It didn't seem very impressive... How was this going to help them?

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Ara:
"For the right price-" began the fox, but was cut off by a surprising growl from Ara. "Okay, okay, I'll help you. This a' way." He grumbled, his tail down. "Can I go free after this?" He asked, but all he got from Ara was stony silence. "Huh, have it your way." He spat as the forest began to thicken, less and less light reaching the floor. The log that the two wolves had jumped over remained in the center of the pack, but in the wood twelve deep marks had been pulled through it, curling back and bark and revealing the rotten wood underneath. "I take it Amar didn't make those marks." Said Ara, leaning forward to sniff one. She jumped back, wrinkling her nose. "It smells of a Weave-Beast." She growled, pawing at the log. "We are close."

[Solanum]

Viho gulped again, looking at the scratches. "We were only there when those were made..." He turned around, pointing at a nearby tree. "We were already running, but it was hot on our heels..." He took a deep breath, shivers running up his spine. "we are getting very close... Too close, but we have to press on..." He lifted his head to scent the air, his eyes going wide. "I can smell it, the way we just came. It has circled round..."

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
She had frozen, eyes glued to a bush ten feet in front of the wolves. "The Stag is here." Announced the fox, strolling forward with a sort of bored manner. "Oy, mister skull head, over here!" Called the fox, waving his tail. "You really that weak, buster? Nothing but a big, dumb grass eater." He laughed, poking his head through the bushes. As the had walked through the forest the fox had increased in size, growing larger and longer than a normal fox should have. Bits of visible Weave floated around him, flickering in and out. Ara was slinking to the side, using the Weave to hide herself. "Distract the Stag!" She said to Viho as she vanished into the bushes, intent on her task.

[Solanum]

Viho shrugged, smiling warmly. "Lets do this thing..." He jumped through the bushes, stopping as he saw it. "Yeah, you missed me earlier. Come get a piece of the action." He turned around, swishing his hind quarters at it. Bunching up his muscles, he burst once again through the bushes, hoping he was being chased...

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[Muggafinn]

The thrashing mass of darkness charged at the Fox with a grunt, slashing it's antlers back and forth. Fox danced out of the way, small paws skittering on the ground. A thick Woven rope lashed out from the Fox and wrapped around the other Weave-Beast's neck. The Fox strained as the Stag pulled back. A ripping noise splintered the air for a split second and the Fox bursts into a million shards and sprinkled down on the forest floor. "Ow!" came an indignant voice from somewhere up above. "Took me forever to make that body."

Ara:
The old wolf was faring better as she leaped over a tree limb that dragged on the ground and burst into the bone filled clearing. Just as she had suspected a thick tendril of dark smoke escaped from the stag skull's mouth and twisted in the direction of the Weave-Beast, holding on to it like a tether. Ara went to work quickly, scraping a line in the dirt around the skull. Bits of the Weave around her began to work over the skull, trying to find a weak point. "Hurry!" She yelped, dancing back and forth.

[Muggafinn]

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