Oh hey, I know that car. The convertible, right? Yeah, that's a Ford Aus car. They have Ford badges over here for that model, I believe. How do you like it?
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Pretty good, just ordered a smart phone today. The first smart phone I've ever had, as it happens.
You have an Australian car? Haha, what kind? I didn't know we ever exported to the States.
You have an Australian car? Haha, what kind? I didn't know we ever exported to the States.
The shield charge did make room. Plenty of room. Fendros, Gallus, and Uthri approached from behind Lorag and Kaleeth with caution, but also determination. There were only two enemies left on the platform after Kaleeth pushed off the mage, so the enemy was encircled quickly. Their only escape was death by either blades or a fall.
Given how hopeless it was, Ra'maranja and his final pack mate took a fully defensive posture. Feints and swings coming at them were deflected or otherwise nullified for a while. All it took was one mistake from the final enemy subordinate for Fendros to thrust his sword forward and run him through the neck. Ra'maranja would not survive now; he was alone. Still, he was making it difficult.
"Do I have to challenge you to a duel!? Put down your weapons!" Gallus shouted.
The attack had spooked the hunters into stopping. It meant that they were too well covered to attack again, but it would mean that they weren't pursuing Sabine and Peiter, if they were still out there. It was the minimum Janius had hoped for.
While the hunters stood in a circle, Janius kept his distance and remained hidden. The hunters may have assumed that they would be attacked again, but Janius only needed to keep them busy.
Sabine found herself helping Peiter along more and more as they bounded up the stream. He was getting weak. As much as she didn't want to, they would have to stop. He needed to be healed before he lost any more blood.
Less heeding Peiter's suggestions and more for the sake of keeping Peiter alive, Sabine moved to the side of the stream and gently urged Peiter to lay down such that she could see his wounds more closely. Upon seeing their severity, she knew there was nothing else for it. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes, and began to shrink down to her Breton form. Once she was done, she immediately fell to her knees beside Peiter and began shedding tears. She managed to speak through it all, "Turn back. I have to heal you."
Sabine's healing magic glowed forth from her palms as she tried her best to stop the bleeding and the pain Peiter was suffering. However, she knew they were on borrowed time. The hunters would catch up eventually. Her hands were shaking. Everything was going wrong. Peiter wasn't meant to come to save her and now he was heavily wounded. She couldn't help but blame herself. "Stay awake...Please..." Sabine said shakily.
Given how hopeless it was, Ra'maranja and his final pack mate took a fully defensive posture. Feints and swings coming at them were deflected or otherwise nullified for a while. All it took was one mistake from the final enemy subordinate for Fendros to thrust his sword forward and run him through the neck. Ra'maranja would not survive now; he was alone. Still, he was making it difficult.
"Do I have to challenge you to a duel!? Put down your weapons!" Gallus shouted.
The attack had spooked the hunters into stopping. It meant that they were too well covered to attack again, but it would mean that they weren't pursuing Sabine and Peiter, if they were still out there. It was the minimum Janius had hoped for.
While the hunters stood in a circle, Janius kept his distance and remained hidden. The hunters may have assumed that they would be attacked again, but Janius only needed to keep them busy.
Sabine found herself helping Peiter along more and more as they bounded up the stream. He was getting weak. As much as she didn't want to, they would have to stop. He needed to be healed before he lost any more blood.
Less heeding Peiter's suggestions and more for the sake of keeping Peiter alive, Sabine moved to the side of the stream and gently urged Peiter to lay down such that she could see his wounds more closely. Upon seeing their severity, she knew there was nothing else for it. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes, and began to shrink down to her Breton form. Once she was done, she immediately fell to her knees beside Peiter and began shedding tears. She managed to speak through it all, "Turn back. I have to heal you."
Sabine's healing magic glowed forth from her palms as she tried her best to stop the bleeding and the pain Peiter was suffering. However, she knew they were on borrowed time. The hunters would catch up eventually. Her hands were shaking. Everything was going wrong. Peiter wasn't meant to come to save her and now he was heavily wounded. She couldn't help but blame herself. "Stay awake...Please..." Sabine said shakily.
With Kaleeth's warning, Gallus only needed to take the most fleeting look behind him to dodge out of Kaleeth's way and let her surge forward. Now that Ra'maranja had a shield, Gallus couldn't get a good shot at him with his dagger unless he turned tail, but it seemed like they were making a stand here. If Kaleeth could drive them back to a point on the platform where there was space for two to fight forward, he would take the space beside her and fight. Anyone behind them without a ranged weapon would have to be content to wait, but if any got injured, there would at least be plenty of allies to swap with.
In the meantime, Gallus scanned the forest floor for any signs of Ra'maranja's 'reinforcements'. "Surrender, Ra'maranja!" Gallus shouted, "You are outnumbered and have nowhere to go!"
Upon nearing where the enemy force was regrouping, Janius slowed his pace to a stalk to observe them. There were a lot of them. At least seven. Most were archers, likely with silver. Janius was outmatched if he regarded them head on, but he had an advantage in surprise. They probably won't expect an attack from behind them.
Janius waited until they were tracking again. He had more experience and a cooler head than Peiter, so he was patient. He needed to be. All he needed was for one of them to stray from the group far enough. Keeping low in the thick foliage, Janius found his mark. He left nothing for hesitation as he sprinted out of nowhere, leapt up behind the archer, tore his neck with his teeth, and disappeared back into obscurity before any others could line up a shot. Anyone who didn't have their eye in the right place would have just heard a brief scream and a dark shape.
If that didn't force them to give up chasing Sabine and Peiter, Janius knew he could take another.
Sabine was leading the way for Peiter as fast as Peiter could follow. As they drew past the point where they were most likely to run into their pursuers, her anxiety increased. Having no one in sight was something of a relief, but she did not slow down until they reached they finally reached the stream.
The stream itself was barely enough to run along in single file, but if they were careful, they would be able to traverse it such that the blood would not remain as a sign. They headed upstream, to the north. Sabine guided Peiter by the arm at this point and made sure that he kept going in the right direction. "Keep going..." Sabine urged him desperately, "Keep going..."
In the meantime, Gallus scanned the forest floor for any signs of Ra'maranja's 'reinforcements'. "Surrender, Ra'maranja!" Gallus shouted, "You are outnumbered and have nowhere to go!"
Upon nearing where the enemy force was regrouping, Janius slowed his pace to a stalk to observe them. There were a lot of them. At least seven. Most were archers, likely with silver. Janius was outmatched if he regarded them head on, but he had an advantage in surprise. They probably won't expect an attack from behind them.
Janius waited until they were tracking again. He had more experience and a cooler head than Peiter, so he was patient. He needed to be. All he needed was for one of them to stray from the group far enough. Keeping low in the thick foliage, Janius found his mark. He left nothing for hesitation as he sprinted out of nowhere, leapt up behind the archer, tore his neck with his teeth, and disappeared back into obscurity before any others could line up a shot. Anyone who didn't have their eye in the right place would have just heard a brief scream and a dark shape.
If that didn't force them to give up chasing Sabine and Peiter, Janius knew he could take another.
Sabine was leading the way for Peiter as fast as Peiter could follow. As they drew past the point where they were most likely to run into their pursuers, her anxiety increased. Having no one in sight was something of a relief, but she did not slow down until they reached they finally reached the stream.
The stream itself was barely enough to run along in single file, but if they were careful, they would be able to traverse it such that the blood would not remain as a sign. They headed upstream, to the north. Sabine guided Peiter by the arm at this point and made sure that he kept going in the right direction. "Keep going..." Sabine urged him desperately, "Keep going..."
Once Lorag's opponent had been dispatched, everyone was able to pour out after Ra'maranja and his pack. Even Tzirret was pulled out by Uthri and found himself with a weapon in hand. They appeared to be trying to escape rather than fight. Leading the charge was Gallus, rushing at a furious pace that rivalled the Khajiits' natural speed, even with the boost of lycans. He intended to beat away any that stood in his way in pursuit of Ra'maranja. Gallus silently promised that, as soon as he had a clear shot at Ra'maranja with a knife, the traitor would not get away.
Uninterrupted so far, Janius laid a thin blanket over both Newt and Rhazii where they laid in the crate. "Now, children, you have to wait here until one of us comes to get you. You mustn't move, you mustn't make a sound. Okay?" Janius did not do a good job of hiding his panic and Rhazii's crying worsened. The cub was still upset from the large burst of fire. Janius widened his eyes and put a finger to his lips. "Nonoo-shh-shh. Shh. Quiet now. You must be absolutely silent, you two. Son, hold onto Rhazii. I'll be back soon." Janius lifted the crate's lid over the two, leaving them with a forced smile. Janius didn't seal the crate - they still had to breathe - but they would be safe for now.
Pulling out the axe from his belt, Janius strode to the door of the storage hut and assessed the situation. His allies were pursuing Ra'maranja, and they would match his pack and catch them without any predictable trouble, but they weren't aware of the ambush party below. Speaking of which...Janius tried to find them amongst the trees, but they were nowhere to be found. That was until he spotted patches of white frost and spot-fires to the south. Sabine! Peiter! Their absence from the living room struck Janius like a mental hammer. If they had drawn off all of the enemies, they would need help, and fast.
Janius dropped his weapon and transformed on the platform he was on, letting his armour clatter to the deck below him as he outgrew it. He let out a low growl and sniffed the air. They were in that direction, to be sure. He could smell the blood they had lost on the air, even over the nearby fire. Janius vaulted the railing of the platform and swung around underneath it. He let go and grabbed onto the tree trunk with his claws, sliding down a short distance and marking the tree, but stopping and beginning to climb down as fast as he could. He leapt from as high as he dared and landed with a roll on the ground, sprinting south on all fours.
Sabine was distraught to see the enemies catching up with them so quickly. Had they heard Peiter's howls of pain? No, they had to know they were headed in this direction. Either they predicted their movement outright, or saw Peiter's blood. That was another problem. Sabine looked to Peiter with panicked eyes, "The blood. They see it!" Sabine said.
They could hope to truly lose their enemies with such a clear sign from Peiter. Sabine slid to a halt and desperately tried to think of a solution. Fighting them off while they still had strength crossed her mind, but another idea surfaced as well. "The stream!" Sabine blurted out. The entire enemy force was between them and the stream, but it was a spot where they could shake them off. It was the only way out Sabine could see. Sabine slid to a halt and darted south-west. They would skirt very close to the archers, but it was the best chance they had unless Peiter had a better plan. Once they had enough distance, they could list west and eventually reach the stream. If they were lucky, the enemy might even think they were trying to double-back to the outpost the other way and waste time trying to cut them off again.
Uninterrupted so far, Janius laid a thin blanket over both Newt and Rhazii where they laid in the crate. "Now, children, you have to wait here until one of us comes to get you. You mustn't move, you mustn't make a sound. Okay?" Janius did not do a good job of hiding his panic and Rhazii's crying worsened. The cub was still upset from the large burst of fire. Janius widened his eyes and put a finger to his lips. "Nonoo-shh-shh. Shh. Quiet now. You must be absolutely silent, you two. Son, hold onto Rhazii. I'll be back soon." Janius lifted the crate's lid over the two, leaving them with a forced smile. Janius didn't seal the crate - they still had to breathe - but they would be safe for now.
Pulling out the axe from his belt, Janius strode to the door of the storage hut and assessed the situation. His allies were pursuing Ra'maranja, and they would match his pack and catch them without any predictable trouble, but they weren't aware of the ambush party below. Speaking of which...Janius tried to find them amongst the trees, but they were nowhere to be found. That was until he spotted patches of white frost and spot-fires to the south. Sabine! Peiter! Their absence from the living room struck Janius like a mental hammer. If they had drawn off all of the enemies, they would need help, and fast.
Janius dropped his weapon and transformed on the platform he was on, letting his armour clatter to the deck below him as he outgrew it. He let out a low growl and sniffed the air. They were in that direction, to be sure. He could smell the blood they had lost on the air, even over the nearby fire. Janius vaulted the railing of the platform and swung around underneath it. He let go and grabbed onto the tree trunk with his claws, sliding down a short distance and marking the tree, but stopping and beginning to climb down as fast as he could. He leapt from as high as he dared and landed with a roll on the ground, sprinting south on all fours.
Sabine was distraught to see the enemies catching up with them so quickly. Had they heard Peiter's howls of pain? No, they had to know they were headed in this direction. Either they predicted their movement outright, or saw Peiter's blood. That was another problem. Sabine looked to Peiter with panicked eyes, "The blood. They see it!" Sabine said.
They could hope to truly lose their enemies with such a clear sign from Peiter. Sabine slid to a halt and desperately tried to think of a solution. Fighting them off while they still had strength crossed her mind, but another idea surfaced as well. "The stream!" Sabine blurted out. The entire enemy force was between them and the stream, but it was a spot where they could shake them off. It was the only way out Sabine could see. Sabine slid to a halt and darted south-west. They would skirt very close to the archers, but it was the best chance they had unless Peiter had a better plan. Once they had enough distance, they could list west and eventually reach the stream. If they were lucky, the enemy might even think they were trying to double-back to the outpost the other way and waste time trying to cut them off again.
G'night!
The whole atmosphere in the room became strange when Kaleeth announced that she thought she was pregnant. It was not enough to warrant reaction, but it made everyone pay attention.
When the knife flashed out from Ra'maranja's belt, the entire world seemed to wrench into panic. Fendros jumped up from his seat and drew his sword, Gallus belied his apparent fatigue and tossed a knife into the leg of one of Ra'maranja's pack members while hefting his hammer in the other, while Uthri dove after one of the others and grappled him against the floor. The fire that hit the explosive bag dazed them all in surprise, allowing Uthri's target to wriggle free and get away, but Gallus' quarry was crippled and was swiftly broken with deft movements of his hammer. Everyone poured after the enemies as fast as they could, heeding Meesei's orders. Gallus in particular pulled another knife from his person, intent on catching the treacherous Ra'maranja in particular.
Outside, Janius saw the bright streak of Sabine's fireball before any other commotion. He didn't need eagle eyes to see the ambush party moved to action. In response, he lifted Newt up with one arm and hurried Rhazii, holding him by the hand, as they made haste to the storage building. Janius was cursing under his breath all the way, while Rhazii was swiftly terrified. By the time they reached the storage building, the main building glowed with a sudden flare of fire before people started pouring out. Rhazii shrieked in fright. Janius ushered the children into the storage hut and frantically looked around for a hiding place through Rhazii's sobbing.
Janius eventually found a crate that was full of clean linen and mosquito nets that would do the trick. He set Newt down, removed the lid of the crate, and removed the folded sheets and nets in great handfuls, throwing them unceremoniously behind the crate. Once there was enough space for both children, he lifted them both inside, one at a time.
Sabine looked over her shoulder a number of times and allowed Peiter to keep up. She didn't even notice the arrow sticking out of him until he slowed to a stop. They didn't have much time. Sabine looked up and around and saw that they had gained a lot of distance on their pursuers. Sabine was still very panicked, but they had a sliver of time and she didn't waste it.
Sabine pinned Peiter to the ground and wrapped her hand around the arrow shaft. When Sabine pulled at it, it didn't budge easily due to its shape. Trying again, Sabine used the claws on her thumbs to try and open the wound, before taking the wood of the arrow in her mouth and pulling harder. The arrow came out, but not without a large pool of blood. Sabine flicked her neck to throw the arrow to one side and scooped up Peiter by the arm to help him.
Judging by the sounds approaching, they didn't have any more time to wait. If Peiter didn't move now, Sabine would have to go out on the offensive to protect him.
When the knife flashed out from Ra'maranja's belt, the entire world seemed to wrench into panic. Fendros jumped up from his seat and drew his sword, Gallus belied his apparent fatigue and tossed a knife into the leg of one of Ra'maranja's pack members while hefting his hammer in the other, while Uthri dove after one of the others and grappled him against the floor. The fire that hit the explosive bag dazed them all in surprise, allowing Uthri's target to wriggle free and get away, but Gallus' quarry was crippled and was swiftly broken with deft movements of his hammer. Everyone poured after the enemies as fast as they could, heeding Meesei's orders. Gallus in particular pulled another knife from his person, intent on catching the treacherous Ra'maranja in particular.
Outside, Janius saw the bright streak of Sabine's fireball before any other commotion. He didn't need eagle eyes to see the ambush party moved to action. In response, he lifted Newt up with one arm and hurried Rhazii, holding him by the hand, as they made haste to the storage building. Janius was cursing under his breath all the way, while Rhazii was swiftly terrified. By the time they reached the storage building, the main building glowed with a sudden flare of fire before people started pouring out. Rhazii shrieked in fright. Janius ushered the children into the storage hut and frantically looked around for a hiding place through Rhazii's sobbing.
Janius eventually found a crate that was full of clean linen and mosquito nets that would do the trick. He set Newt down, removed the lid of the crate, and removed the folded sheets and nets in great handfuls, throwing them unceremoniously behind the crate. Once there was enough space for both children, he lifted them both inside, one at a time.
Sabine looked over her shoulder a number of times and allowed Peiter to keep up. She didn't even notice the arrow sticking out of him until he slowed to a stop. They didn't have much time. Sabine looked up and around and saw that they had gained a lot of distance on their pursuers. Sabine was still very panicked, but they had a sliver of time and she didn't waste it.
Sabine pinned Peiter to the ground and wrapped her hand around the arrow shaft. When Sabine pulled at it, it didn't budge easily due to its shape. Trying again, Sabine used the claws on her thumbs to try and open the wound, before taking the wood of the arrow in her mouth and pulling harder. The arrow came out, but not without a large pool of blood. Sabine flicked her neck to throw the arrow to one side and scooped up Peiter by the arm to help him.
Judging by the sounds approaching, they didn't have any more time to wait. If Peiter didn't move now, Sabine would have to go out on the offensive to protect him.
The leader's blade caught Sabine's eye while she was transforming, but she could do nothing to avoid it except list over to one side. She didn't have great motor control during her transformations; she had never practised it.
At once, Peiter saved Sabine's life and sustained a nasty wound. The seconds he bought her allowed her to reach her full size and fury. Sabine's beast form had grown as she reached maturity and confidence in her adulthood, and she was not so weak anymore. Seeing Peiter hurt was bad enough, but Sabine's beast spirit converted all her fear into additional anger. All she could do to hold herself with lucidity enough to retreat was to lash out and take the leader by surprise. She leapt forth low at the Cathay-raht's legs and push them forward and upwards, upending the leader and letting him fall shoulders or head first behind her. It was only then that she was able to keep running away, nudging Peiter while moving to get him to follow.
She resumed running south for a while, trying not to keep too straight due to the arrows - not that the jungle gave her the luxury of a straight path often. Once she had cleared enough distance, however, she veered right to the west, then back up north. She wasn't going to leave her pack behind.
At once, Peiter saved Sabine's life and sustained a nasty wound. The seconds he bought her allowed her to reach her full size and fury. Sabine's beast form had grown as she reached maturity and confidence in her adulthood, and she was not so weak anymore. Seeing Peiter hurt was bad enough, but Sabine's beast spirit converted all her fear into additional anger. All she could do to hold herself with lucidity enough to retreat was to lash out and take the leader by surprise. She leapt forth low at the Cathay-raht's legs and push them forward and upwards, upending the leader and letting him fall shoulders or head first behind her. It was only then that she was able to keep running away, nudging Peiter while moving to get him to follow.
She resumed running south for a while, trying not to keep too straight due to the arrows - not that the jungle gave her the luxury of a straight path often. Once she had cleared enough distance, however, she veered right to the west, then back up north. She wasn't going to leave her pack behind.
Alright, I'll wait on your bit.
Did Janius see the commotion? Should could write his reaction.
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