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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 7:58 am
A hush has fallen on the Glen as the Clans wait and see who will come to their aid.
((Please post here to join in the RP Event. Action will get underway on Christmas Afternoon, PST.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:32 am
Barasuishou walked over daintily. "I will help in the search for the missing stockings. I really havent anything better to do." she said. She smiled slightly. "And it really couldnt hurt, could it?"
[[Hope that was okay xD]]
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:35 am
Narcissa delicately pranced into the glen, she looked around meekly before smiling at the clans before her. "i suppose i might help, its not like i have anything more interesting to do." She craned her neck looking down at her hooves, which shifted uneasily in the grass," that is if you'd like to accept my help."
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:50 am
The stockings themselves didn't mean much to a certain Herla. It was what might be in them that sparked his interest, and the fanfare he'd surely get for bringing them back. This was probably the biggest incentive of all. Shayann Tiger's Eye came to the Glen the moment the news reached his sharp ears. He was disappointed to see that he wasn't first, but he strode across the valley with confidence nonetheless. With a respectful nod to the lovely Charlotte, he spoke. "I come to offer my assistance in the hunt," came his smooth voice. That said, he couldn't resist milking the opportunity for all it was worth. While she wasn't the heir to the throne, Miss Charlotte still had a lot to offer. Head tilted down, he gave the princess a direct look that was hopefully smoldering enough to make his introduction memorable.
((There's a big extended family hullabaloo starting at 4EST, and I'll probably be gone for 5 hours or so, but I'll be around to play after that. Just boot me if it's too late to jump in. XD))
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 10:17 am
((is proven to be far too tired now for this, been worn out by relatives and food)) Sorry guys ^^;; my strength isnt what it used to be yet. Goodluck tho...and find out why my stocking tried to bite me..>>
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:29 am
"Where else would I be?" As if he had been there all the time, the grey, ghostly Herla said, mischief in his tone. It would make sense that where there was things to be done, Valle would be there.
Not that he would actually -do- anything, but he had to be in the thick of it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:46 am
Taz sat shaded under the branches of a thick tree off on to the side. She would wait and see what happened, but she was far more interested in seeing what was going to come out of the stockings and how they had gone missing rather than any sort of gain from them. They had to be found for that to happen, though, so if it would speed things up she planned to help. "If only some thing would happen soon..." she thought, quite honestly getting bored, although she tried not to show it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 12:29 pm
((This is if we are allowed to use concept Herla. If not... just disregard xD))
Feeling rather impatient, Bane twitched his ear. The mountain Herla, with an outward appearance that depicted calm, was actually quite ready to kick someone in the nose. This was a time waster. He had other things to do. Pity Gwen couldn't come, she would have at least made things interesting.
What was the point of searching for the stocking, anyway? What did it matter to him? He grumbled before finally settling near a bush.
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Cake and Grief Counseling
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 1:35 pm
((Chanda is also a concept ^^ *is only waiting for a chance to pounce on a custom slot*))
Chanda tossed her head, the chain attached to her ear tinkling delightfully as she tried to sweep the wild navy mane out of her eyes. "I wonder what could have happened to them... " She looked over the scene, some herla calmed, others still shifting anxiously like herself. Her starry pelt warmed in the sun, bringing on an almost irrisistable urge to nap, dispite the situation. With a strech, she stifled the urge, and instead walked herself around the small clearing, wondering what the 'hunt' would have in store for them.
Prehaps the tallons had taken the stockings? But what use would they have for the old things? Personally she'd found them rather on the smelly side, but they were artifacts, and old things in general seemed to smell.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 2:40 pm
-watching from the cover of the trees, the shining white Herla fairly danced in irritation at the news-
'Who could have done this?!' she asked herself,'They will pay...'
-as she calmed down, it was easier to see that the purity of her coat was tarnished with battle scars and that there was a....collar? around her neck-
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 3:39 pm
Rolan strode purposefully into the Glen, running his eyes over the motley gathering of Herla that had volunteered in the search for the stolen stockings. His gaze lingered a little longer than necessary on his old friend Shayann, then moved on. Now was time for business.
A light dusting of snow covered the ground and the chill air froze Rolan's breath as he trotted up to Charlotte. His expression matched his grim view of the whole event. If someone could sneak into the inner sections of the Glen to steal a pile of Winter stockings, then they could very well enter by the same means and murder the Queen or another member of Court. This breach in security chilled his blood and caused his stomach to do flip-flops. In his opinion, it was a problem that needed a quick, decisive and, if necessary, brutal solution.
((I won't be able to do much here today, but I'll be back late tonight and tomorrow! I can't pass it up! Eeee!))
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:09 pm
Rook trotted into the Glen, slowing as he approached the large gathered group. So many Herla... He hadn't expected so many to show up and offer their aid. The sight was... well, hope-inspiring. Perhaps a little of the season's spirit was spreading around the court.
Dipping his head politely to the others, he found an unoccupied place to stand, tufted tail flicking. He felt no particular alarm, but it was his duty to offer help when possible. And why not? He was as curious as any to find out what had happened.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:28 pm
"Oh my, oh my," the buck seemed to tisk as he trotted into the Glen. He had heard about the call for help, and after a heavy debate with himself over whether or not to come, eventually pulled himself away from his (truthfully unoccupied) day. He hadn't expected to see quite so many other Herla, though. He slowed to a walk as he came closer to the others, tilting his head as he sniffed at them all.
"Are we still rallying up the troops?" he asked to no Herla in particular, his ears swiveling and his head tilted slightly to the side.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:38 pm
Bara looked around slightly discomforted by the amount of Herla. Some seemed to be talking amongst themselves, and she heard one ask if they were still "rallying up the troops."
"Well, I think they're going to see how many people want to help. So... yes, I suppose so." she answered quietly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:49 pm
Radosta, a brilliant sun the winter chill could never freeze, wandered aimlessly through the clearing, a bemused, uneasy smile on her face. She hummed a tuneless melody with each dainty step as her expressive eyes carefully scanned the snow for precious winter flowers.
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