An Ordinary Day, ...of sorts.

((Yeah, wit stuffed crust.))

A frustrated look crossed the stoats face when the dingo ducked, avoiding his attack.
As he swung again the stoats scimitar was knocked to the side by the powerful dingo. The momentum and energy he had before suddenly drained from his body as he stumbled back, and dropped his sword.

”Roight" snarled the angry dingo.

The dingo proceeded to swing at the stoat, causing him to wrap his arms around his head to block his face. He retaliated by lashing out wildly, swinging back with little accuracy, but was no match for the dingos strength. ** He felt a connection with his elbow to the dingos face before feeling the blunt end of the grapnel smack his eye, causing him to fall on his back hard. ** He laid sprawled out on the deck in front of the dingo, and stretched his arm to reach the sword he had earlier dropped. He stopped and rested his paw on the hilt of his scimitar before facing the dingo as he spoke.

“You expect me ter believe that when I saw you advancing on him, sword drawn and a threat on yore lips?”

"But-" he stopped suddenly, before gripping the scimitar his paw had been resting on and jerking his body to the side as he seen the incoming grapnel hook. He turned his sword sideways and used his other paw to grip the blade of his sword, blocking the grapnel from hitting him and instead causing it to crash hard on his scimitar.

"I wuz jes' try'na scare 'im to fin' owt where teh cap'n is!" Swashkin replied staring up at the beast.

[OOC] Break! *hands out pizza* Gorge! *stuffs face* Kill! *RPs*

[BIC] The sound of a scuffle brought Zrey the Saber hurrying from his berth below where he had been going through old logbooks, recounting some of his dear ship's past exploits under Renata Ravenhallow. His ship...well, by now, maybe it was his. Despite Captain Ren's frequent absences and strange, eccentric schedule punctuated by unanswered questions and bizarre visitors, the big rat had faithfully kept the barque in good fighting condition. Though still ranked as bosun officially, he was considered the temporary captain by both himself and those aboard: in fact, he had made several pushes to take over completely, though he was eternally faithful to Ravenhallow.

Snarled threats and the clash of blade on blade perked up the dark-furred rat's ears from his crouching position below, and without hesitation he dropped the log to the deck and raced up through the hatch to the maindeck, drawing the famed sabre that gave him his battlename from his red sash.

It was Carrack, the unofficial bosun and possibly the only full dingo in Rintique, fighting with a burly stoat Zrey had not seen before while Oreby, Carrack's little son, looked on with wide eyes. The enormous rat bared his long fangs irritably and cracked his muscular bullwhip of a tail for attention with a snarl, bounding expertly over to the scuffle and barrelling in without a second thought. The stoat was now flat on his back and had just parried a strike of Creejak's--barely. Engaging his blade into the newly created mesh of metal, Zrey flicked the dingo's hook aside ((Sorry for the slight auto there)) and stepped between the battlers, his lips bunched up over his gums to reveal sharp teeth.

Belay that, Carrack!" he snapped, tail curled behind his back. The rat did not pause in turning to confront the newcomer, stepping just out of scimitar range to bellow in good bosun form.

"An' what about you, huh? Wot've you got to say for yerself? Attacking one of my crew, yew liddle flouderscum? I could flay ye alive! Speak quick: what's yer name and purpose?"

*“I wuz jes' try'na scare 'im to fin' owt where teh cap'n is!"*

Glaring down at the stoat, Carrack grunted and spat to the side, saliva having built up in his mouth throughout the course of the rough scuffle. His tail should have been raised in a canine form of triumph, but Carrack wasn’t about to call it quits regardless that the stoat was down on the ground and battered enough to get the point the dingo was making.

There was rage in Carrack’s mind, and it was going to give him headache later no doubt, but his primary concern was as a father, and to protect his son. With a low growl, Carrack somewhat slowly raised the grapple again, something in the back of his mind informing him enough was enough but he was unable to oblige. To more focused ears, that nagging would have been interpreted at a rat’s tail being cracked expertly by a clawed paw


His grapnel hook flew out of his paw from a powerful parry, the chain jerking it back an inch instead of allowing it to fly across the deck, clattering on the ground loudly.
*”Belay that, Carrack!”*

His growl growing in volume, Carrack whirled but promptly stopped, fist in mid-air as he realized he would have been swinging a punch at Zrey. He wasn’t reprimanded very long though, for the large rodent rounded upon the stoat, and the dingo took such an opportunity to go over to his son.

“Da, why’d ‘ee-!” The pup squealed in alarm, his dad picking him up and baring his teeth close to the little one’s face.
”Wot made you think you could taunt a much stronger, larger beast, an adult, and get away with it unscathed? He could have run you roight through! I told you not to wander off without me, what made you think you could?”

Oreby was sniffing heavily and blinking rapidly, ears pointed back and down. He kept running a paw under his nose through his father’s continued berates, mumbling that it wasn’t his fault as his father pulled him closer, and he buried his face into the fur of his parent.

Swallowing hard now that his worry was disimpassioned, Carrack snapped his head to the side and barked at the stoat before whispering a threat, “You ever even glace at my boy again, I’ll tear your spine out…”

[OOC] DRAT! Sorry about that. Brainfreeze. *edits and waits for post*

((Voila. Hopefully, this little post will be deleted...))

The stoat was startled as the paw came into view, he glanced up to witness the rat it was attached to and tensed up at the shoulders. When his arms tightened his grip loosened and his scimitar slid across the deck as the rat seperated the two weapons. The stoat looked to see his scimitar was barely out of reach and put his paws up to stop any attack from the rat, but instead heard the rat reprimanding the dingo.

"Belay that, Carrack!" he shouted.

Swashkin put his guard down and looked at the two to see the rat aproaching him. He noticed how he came to the opposite side of where his scimitar landed to avoid Swashkin from being able to attack.

"An' what about you, huh? Wot've you got to say for yerself? Attacking one of my crew, yew liddle flouderscum? I could flay ye alive! Speak quick: what's yer name and purpose?"

"I wuz jes'-" Swashkin stopped to watch the dingo pick up the young mutt that had caused all the mess, and kept an evil stonefaced glare at the dingo as he spoke.

“You ever even glace at my boy again, I’ll tear your spine out…”

Swashkin then put the rat in his view again and responded to what he had earlier asked.

"I didn' atteck yer crew, yer stoopid guard mutt attecked me!" was all he said angrily.

((Zrey...! *twitch*))

((meh. I'll post tomorow.))