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Post by Pip on Jul 30, 2009 19:05:53 GMT -8
The Zeran swamps could be noticably comparable to a oceanic beach, except that instead of a beautifull scerene veiw, a sandy edge, and a magnificent blue shimmering water, it was more like a great green-brown formation, clustering with trees, rushes, bushes, and many other culsters of foliage. Through the trees, if one listened intently through the silence, you could hear the sound of laughter, coming in one direction from the trading post, and the possible murmer of hunting Zerans in another.
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Post by Pip on Sept 10, 2009 9:23:36 GMT -8
Val's head slowly emerged from the swamp water, his black hair matted to the sides of his head, his eyes twitching back and forth, watching for his pursuers. He dove back below, his shadow noteable as he appoached the shallower ground, the water becoming clearer. He slowly emerged from the water, like a great beast hulking out of a pit, and fell onto his rear on the shore.
He sighed a great sigh of belief, and began to chuckle from himself as he removed a large brown sachel from his back. He opened the top, and looked at the three large glass cylindrical containers, each conatining a Zeran egg enveloped in swamp water, which he had only recently gotten away with. He began to lightly laugh with himself, only to cringe slightly in pain.
He reached into his leg and pulled a large dart out of his thigh, causing a small pool of blood to flow. He reached into a small bag on his pouch, applied some herbs to it, and wrapped it up. He knew that the faster you apply antidote to Zeran poison, the faster you'll be on your feet.
He held up one of the egg containers in his hand, and admired the lovely oval. "You, m'dear, shall fetch me a lovely price at the trading post" he said to himself, with a large smirk.
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Post by Alex on Sept 12, 2009 13:22:34 GMT -8
Even as the Snake-Man removed the dart from his leg, another whizzed by his head.
"You movéd, dear sir." said a small, serious voice.
The Zeran crouched halfway up a mangrove tree, darts in hand. Her skin glistened in the leaf-filtered light of the swamp. Long, black and green legs were interrupted by twiggy cream-green markings that reached up to her belly and arms.
Posed and ready to use another dart, she said,"I shan't suggest you move again, sir.", before throwing the poison tipped weapon right at Val.
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Post by Pip on Sept 22, 2009 12:27:53 GMT -8
Val's ears tweaked twice. Once after the dart had nimbly missed the side of his head, a second time when he began listening for the position of his pursuer's voice.
"Whats the matter, little toad?" He spoke out, attempting to mock what he assumed would have been his Zeran assailant.
His eyes began to glow a dark green and his mind concentrated on his wounded leg, glowing a dark green in turn as he did so, attempting to expel any remaining poisons in his body.
His pupils wandered amongst the tree's, and he twiddles the zeran dart in his fingers, anxiously awainting a possible partner.
"I was wondering when some form of rescuer might come for these little darlings" he called out, sarcastically, pointing the dart at his sachel containing the egg canistars.
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