Hey Fall, I'm assuming I'm unwanted here, but I've been seeing riges everywhere... and I want to know more about them! ^^ Is there a specific pic I could see that could tell me more about riges or something? I'm been rp-thriving so much lately...

The Riveting or Skism Rp starts now. I'll go first. Only Van Domar, Dragoness, Dreamkitten, MidnightShadows, Midnightopal and myself may rp.
Roleplaying rules:
Paragraph roleplaying only.
Proper spelling.
Be polite to eachother.
Minimal control of other peoples Rige.
Be realistic.
No god-modding.
Have fun!

* writing first paragraph now *

The forest and the mountains: misty, damp, chilly, dark, dense and quiet, except for the pants of strong Rige and lower-class drug-lackeys. Four Rige, two at the back, two in the front, pushed and pulled a giant sled of somesort. On it was heaped cloth packages upon packages upon packages of unknown contents. Five other Rige acted as the van-guard. They looked all around as the Rige slaving-away at moving the packages pushed slowly onward. Some occasionaly diverged from the path to look in the bushes. They were constantly sniffing the air for hints of other Rige. None of them were especialy important. But there was one who stood out above the rest. To the side watching vigilantly upon an singal rock pur'tru'ding from the damp grassy ground was a pure white she-Rige. She was five feet high, strong and stern with an displeased frown on her curved face. Numerous black Pulse Stripes glowd and wrapped around her body like black vines. The Riges Flashblade was sharp, curved, graceful, and me'nac'ing.
( To be continued )

She growld, deep and low, her head turning slowly from side to side, causing the spots on her cheecks and shoulders to shimmer as well as the three short stripes on her muzzle as well as the one rapping themselves around her vents.
Vixom sniffed the air, her vio'let eyes flashing in the dim light of the setting suns that illuminated the heavy fog of the dense emmense wood. She hated this forest. She hated the weather. She hated the dampness of the late fall rain. She hated the trip. Why the hell did Vid'ick put her on a caravan by the border between Sephrix, those lazy wimps, and Vivitox?
" Because he's all bussieness and doesn't give a dam'n! " Vix thought, huffing in annoyance.
" And of course he had to put me in charge of nine Rige. NINE! Thats too many. TOO MANY. If I wanted to be judged I'd just go to a courthouse in Korvace or back to Vivitox, not a pack of jun.kies and suck-ups! "
The Vivitoxen leapt down from her rocky perch and walked just a few steps closer to the giant sled.
( To be continued in the next comment )

" Hey! " The Rige barked, commanding and very unhappy.
" Get your as'ess moving, will you?! We have a load of dru'gs to transport, you know! "
She looked down at the wet muddy grass as she turned. Her royal reflection sco'wld back at her with bright, sad eyes. Vixom sna'rld and planted her hand into the clear puddkle of rain water, causing mud to cloud it.
The she-Rige walked up to one of the van guards, a six-foot-four high Rige with few Pulse Stripes, but plenty of muscle.
" I'll be-. " She started to state, but something wasn't quite right. There was a smell in the air. Vix sniffed the chilled wind. So did her lackeys.
" Intru'ders. " The exiled Rige said, looking around hurridly.
" You three! Fan out! "

(So how should we jump in? p.s. for those who haven't yet seen my riges story, may wanna read it to get a better understanding of him. Hey yuh could have them get ambushed, and all wounded gravely, then they wake up in the hospitel were my rige is? Or should Rift be walking up the trail to the market or something? The dr.ugs could even be the med.icaine that the hostpitail uses? Which ever one works for yuh, I'll go with^-^)

( What do you mean? Jump in however you want! Also, these are illegal drugs Vixom is transporting to a randevu point at the border between Vivitox & Sephrix. She's a dr'ug dealer and works for a drug lord named Vid'ick, in case any one forgot. )

Vixom's pace quickened as she trotted across the forest floor, the other Rige doing the same.
There were Rige here! She could smell them!
Vix looked to her right. There! Her pupils became sli'ts as they honed in on some unusual colors a distance away. It was hidden in the bushes beyond the creek and the fog covered up most of its colors, but that wouldn't stop Vixom from investigating. The Rige motioned for one Rige to follow her.
" Zelt Pattern. " The exiled Rige said, quietly, but loud enough for her lackey to hear. He gave her just the slightest nod.
( To be continued in the next comment )

They moved in more or less opposite directions, trying to appear as if they were simply meandering about, looking for an intru'der, but slowly they made their way toward the bush.
" Yes. " Vixom thought, pretending to look into a hollow log nearby.
" Its over there. "

Vixom's head sna'pped upwards.
" Brat! " She scr'eamd. Vix whirld around, looking at the other Rige.
" Nock those dam.n trees down before she can hop onto them! NOW! Kraykow! "
" Yes, Brilliance Vavik? "
" Set the tree tops on fire! Make it look like a a natural forest fire. No witnessess! "
The red and orange Rige nodded to her and without another word, began to blow orange flames into the trees. The leaves crackeld and burnt. Trees began to topple as massive Rige rammed head-on into their old truncks.
Vix frownd. The Darken turnd and walked back toward the sled of dru'gs. She wasn't going to let the pre'cious cargo be left alone with only five lackeys! Besides, the nitwits could take care of one little rat.

Rift was trapeling along through the forest, his personality being noisy and clumsy after all. He was on an arend to find a we.ed, or a flower as the master called it. But when he had shown Rift the picture of it, his first reaction was "We.ed". Well we.ed or flower it didn't matter. Rift had to find it and get it back in three night falls. Rift lifted his head and sniffed the air hopeing to try and catch the we.eds sent that his master had explained to him. He coffed and sneezed from the sent he caute instead! "We.ed?!?" he poffed out. *His eyes started watering* "Wait this isn't the we.ed I mean flower my master sent me to get? This smells like real We.ed!" spoke Rift nosily to himself. He sniffed again, trying to pin point the smell... That was when a rige jumped threw the tree tops above him!

Smoke & flames then burst infront of Rift! His eyes widened, and his personality changed to that of a paniced pups (or what ever you call a baby rige)!

Vixom observd. The forest tops burn and flicker like a sky of dancing fire. She heard the crashes of trees. She smelt the musty scent of smoke heavy in the air. She saw that pesky Rige continue to jump onwards. And she saw something else.
" Another?! " The Darken exclaimd, thruroughly annoyd and surprised.
" Ki'll him, too. " The drug dealer said to the five Rige standing by. The ran after him, ready and willing.
Vixom sighed. She was in one of her moods again.
The she-Rige looked around at the chaos ensuing.
" Burn, burn, burn. " The exiled Rige said quietly. Vidi'ck would have her Flashblade if the other Rige got away. The female looked to her side, the fires on her eyes dead and damp. Green. Green. And . . . white and green?
" But why-? "
Before she had time to finish, something large and heavy sla.mmed into her. The Darken gasped, her vision going blurry. Something . . . or things . . . stood above her. But that was all she saw before it all went dark.
( To be continued )

( scr'atch that last part about being nocked out. That comes later. )

" But why . . . ? Oh . . . Dam'n. "
Vixom's fur stood on end, the fu'rry in her vio'let irises flared back to life. She bolted into the underbrush, aiming for that one speck of white.
" No more Rige! No more intru.ders! No more witnessess "
Vix said, crashing into something furry and musculare.

Rift jumped when the riges burst threw the flames, their eyes on him! His personallity changed again, one of flight! Rift sprinted right at the riges catching them of guard (when the first looked at him, he was still in his other personality). He sprinted right past them, threw the smoldering smoke which blinded him and then... he tripped on something... Rift's mo.zle sla.med into the ground, and he was dazed for a moment. He got up shakally and looked at what he had triped on. It was rope... which was attatched to riges on one end and dru.gs on the other? A bark (or what ever noise a rige makes) sounded and Rift was reminded of his presuers. He started to run again!

As Rift sprinted threw the brush, he spotted something fumiliar, something from a book he read, or was read too, something he was suppose to get... Rift screetched to a halt! "The Flower!" A bark sounded again and Rift whi.ped his head around yelling the "The main.eacts!" He turned his head again "Ahh the flower, main.eacts, flower, We.ed!!!" (keeps turning his head back and forth XD) Finally after that littke sp.az Rift ran for the flower grabbing it in his ja.ws then continuing to run! (I gotta go, so one of you can take over my character, just don't do anything crazy with him okay XD)

(AAAAA I HAD KUNG FU)

(Well I'm gonna to type a post before my wifi crashes)

Jace grumbled a little. Yes, it was his job to hunt and feed the Korvace dominion and fight--while his sister stayed back and made jewelry. Ever since he was a little flint, he always thought it was a little unfair. But all he could do was live with it. As he crouched down to the perfect position and his cut-off tail flicked; there was prey nearby. (Bye guys T-T I'll be up tomorrow!)

( Good idea, Dragon! We'll wait Dream, okay guys? )

(*wipes forehead* I thought I was gonna get left behind big time XD so tomarrow then^-^)

(Sorry I was gone! D: I had to get the infusion, help bake cheesecake, wrap gifts, and ect... it was my sister's birthday)

(That's okay Dream, you didn't miss much^-^)

(Just wondering, should we make a plot or are we just throwing in events as we go?)

( I have a plan. Just follow my lead when big events happen, which they will. * is now writing rp comment )

Vixom roared in pain as the Rige sli'ced her skin and bit her fore-arm. She bit back, furocious and angry. Her pure-white fangs succesfuly sunk into the green Riges throat, but they weren't in long before the exiled vivitoxen was thrown off. Vix landed hard on her back, mud splattering onto her puffy pelt. Vixom growld vic'iously.
" That dam'n, dam'n, DAM'N Starbringer! " Vix spat, struggling onto her feet.
" She's dead. "
The she-Rige wheeled around in all directions. Fire. Ash. Grass. Bushes. Lackeys. Intruders. No Starbringer. She slammed her hand against the cold earth, hate in her vio'let eyes. Where the hell was the stupid bit'ch?!
" Time to bring out the big guns, then. " The Darken said. A snarl creased her bloodied face.
( To be continued in the next comment )

Jace pounced. He had been doing such things since his youngest days and yet he still felt pleasure in leaping into the air. The rige was known for being one of the best starbringers around; but this time, he wasn't so lucky. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he saw the plump rat scurrying away. "How did it--" Jace muttered as he landed from his jump, empty-handed. "Oh well..." he grumbled as he walked away, smelling for some other prey. He was about to turn back when something caught his attention; fire.
(Okay now tell me if that made any sense at all XD)

Her head long low to the ground and her pupils dialated to meer dots. Vixom's claws dug into the grass. Her stance was solid. Black smoke swirled and floated out from between her jaws and rose from the bottom of her muddy hands.
Poison smoke: the true kind of Source a Darken from Vivitox would have.
Soon, the entire clearing was covered in the dealy toxin. It blended with the blazing canopy, created a kind of black, smokey fire above the clearing where the prec'ious drugs lay.
If the Rige was in the vicinity, she would be dead in ten minutes of inhailing it.
" If only I was better at this. " Vixom thought, looking above and around her, searching for any sign of that p'est.

(where is everyone XD)

( Lol. Probably just busy. )

(sorry I was gone, something took much longer than intisapaited >.<') Rift was makeing good progress when he noticed he wasn't being chased after anymore. Rift turned confused, that was when he saw the white rige for the first time. "Huh?" Rifts master had told him that he might run into such a rige with black pulse strips (I think that's the right name XP) He had told him, if he should meet her, that he was supposed to tell her the name of the flower that he was sent to collect, and that she would give him something to bring back to him. "This is odd, why would master want me to deal with such a person?... No matter, he's my master, my mentor..." Rift slowly started walking towards the white rige, flower still in jaw, his also having personality changed to the one he has for his master. (Rift's master could be working for... can't believe this but her name just flew threw my mind XD but for fall's o.c's master?)

Vid'ick ( minus the ' ) is probably the Rige your thinking of. He's not actualy her Sunway ( master ), she just happens to work for him. Vix doesn't have a Sunway anymore.
Back to role playing! ( I'm writing it now )

" ERRRRR! " Vixom yelled, the poison smoke eminating from her powerful jaws still billowing into the cold night air.
" Bull shi't! "
She lumbered over to the edge of the clearing, its once slik green grass tra'mpled and covered in mud. Vix randomely began to crush bushess with her upper body, bearing her teeth.
" Where the hell are you? " The Rige muttered, pounding an orb bushes foliage into the dirt.
Then something came to her attention.
( To be continued in the next comment )

Footsteps. Grass bending. Foliage moving. Mud being stepped in. Breathing.
Vixom whirld around, ready to pou'nce.
A brown and black male Rige walked reverently toward her. The soft glow of his orange Pulse Stripes reflected off of the puddles and mud nicely, aswell as the strange dele'cate flower he held in his maw.
The royal Darken's expresion softend some and the poi'son stream of smoke rising from her feet and mouth halted and dissipated into the air like dust in the wind.
She moved forward slightly, still tence. That green she-Rige was still about.
" Stay calm. " Vix said quietly, just loud enough for the stranger to hear, and she jumped forward nocking him over.
The drug dealer stood over him and sn'atched the flower from his mouth. The Darken put her face very close to his, a menacing sn'arl on her face.
" Tell your Sunway that my part of the exchange will haveto wait, lackey. " Vixom whispered to the Brightence, trying to move her jaw as little as possible.
" RAAAAAAAAAR! "
( To be continued in the next comment )

Vixom was pushed onto her side by an unknown as'sailant. Her head landed on a nearby rock, noc'king her out cold as she slid across the forest floor.
Ten Rige jumped down from the now frozen trees and from hidden holes in the ground below. Each Rige wore a plain metal mask which covered their're entire upper-jaws and the tops of their head up to their're vents. The points of their're masks and the minimal armore they wore on their're forarms, tails, backs, and on parts of their back legs had sha'rp points and were colored a metailc black.
They worked in unison as they bombarded all Rige in the vicinity. Every drug lackey was ki'lled swiftly, dec'isively and sav'agely. They were like a well-oild, silent machine racing across the forest grounds. Every other Rige, the brown Brightence, the reserve Arch reflection, a black Rige near the battle grounds, and even the returning blue-gray Rige from earliar were subdude and noc'ked unconcious.
( To be continued in the next comment )

The new Rige dragged the others to a sort of emmense prison wagon.
They threw every Rige, excluding the dead drug lackeys, who's man'gled bodys they burned, into the mobile jail.
Silently, the troop of warriors began to move, the cart being pro'pe'lled forward by two Rige with the kind of Sources necessary to move objects such as that.
Vixom and company were prisoners, and escape would almost impossible.
( Okay. I have to stop now. I may be back. )

(O.O crazy, took down everybody XP)

(I'll just start this up again if that's all right Fall) Rift woke to find himself in the small confinments of a dark room. There was enough light to see what in the room, but not enough to really see details of the objects. (example, like if there was a bed mat "which there is" you wouldn't be able to see any stains on it. Which is good if some rige had an axcident on it before you XD) Rift could make out a bed mat, a bucket of water, and an empty bucket "probably for pe.eing in" thought Rift to himself. He walked over to the bucket of water and dip.ped his head in to start laping at it. He stoped short, haveing gotten close enough to smell that it wasn't good clean water. Rift turned in a circle then went to the end of the cell. He consentraited on his pulse stripes and they grew alittle brighter (I hope they can do that XD if not sorry Fall) He then proseaded along the wall, then the next, and the next, untill he found something like a gut.ter. (the walls are hallow, so as to catch running water, or other things... when cleaning the cell. They have bars infront of the holes so no one can get out.) Rift bent down and looked threw the hole, he could just barrly make out a white blob, hopefully another rige. "Ptsss, ptss! Hey you awake?" Rift called out in a much more horse sounding voice then he thought he would've had. "Ptss! Hey you, wake up!" Rift clawed at the floor, makeing a horrible screa.tching noise (like a black board XP) Rift cringed, but it seemed to work... "Ptss, ptss! Wake up!"

( sure Van! Also, sorry being so long, guys ^^ )
Vixom awoke slowly. It was like midnight in the ice-cold room she lay in. Almost no light entered through the paper-thin line openings in the slik walls.
Vix blinked, her keen vio'let eyes adjusting to the heavy darkness surrounding her bloody body.
Mat. Bucket. Water. Cold. Black. Steel. Gut'ters. Blood. Rige.
" It reminds me of home. " The she-rige thought, her black Pulse Stripeses glow pulsing dully. Vix suddenly sucked in her breath.
" Home! " The Darken exclaimed. She stood up quickly and slunk over to one of the dense steel walls.
The Vivitoxen looked through one of the thin sl'its.
" No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! "
Vixom fell backwards, fear sta'bbing her heart like a knife. She scra'mbled away from the room wall, ho'rror covering her face like a cold cru'el mask.
" It couldn't be! It shouldn't be! We had a deal! Vid'ick had a deal! No, no, no! " The drug-dealer said aloud, her voice shaking some.
" Psst! Pssst! " Something said.
Vixom looked upwards, to her right, to her left, and all around.
" Psst! "
Where was that noise coming from?!
" Hey! You awake? "
The vivitoxen finaly looked behind her and saw what may have been a hole or gu'tter of some sort. She stood slowly and cautiously stalked over to the small opening.
Vix stopped under the hole and looked upwards.
" Oh. " Vixom said, a glare on her face.
" You again. Your Sunway should have sent someone else to give me that dam'ned zorrash blossom, seeing as how you got CAUGHT. "
The Darken sat down abruptly, looking down at the wet iron floor, looking completely defeated.
" It doesn't really matter, now, though. We're all scr'ewd. If only that fuc'king blue and gray rat hadn't come sa'untering in on the operation! . . . "
She was silent then, thoughts of impe'nding doom lo'oming over her leck a dark rain cloud.

" Correction. " Vixom thought, gloomy and defeated.
" If only YOU hadn't come along. Well done, Vixom. Well done. You have succesfuly faild at the one thing you were suppose to be good at. Father's going to rip my fa't hide off for this. Vizom will be VERY happy though, that smug bi'tch! So will my stupid brothers. Why does that bas'tard get away with mur'der. 'Cause she is mur'derer inside, I suppose. Father likes that. But the other Rige don't. Well, most of them. They actualy find my use of banned phrases and talent for ki'lling things pretty discusting. Atleast when your around drugys you know that they think higher. And why the hell am I worried about their thoughts on me?! "
Vix looked up at the brown and black Rige. Her feelings were as clear as day.
" Stop looking at me. " Vix commanded, about to hide in a corner somewhere . . . and wait for . . . THEM . . . to open the doors . . .

Yep, you guys just lost me completely XD There was this big battle for a flower now's everyone's scattered? Where is Jace in all of this, haha..? Can I pop up somewhere)

Rift frowned "I didn't even know if I was going to meet you or not. My master said you might show up, he never said you would, and he negleted to mention that you were a dru.g dealer that might try to ki.ll me." Answered Rift in a quite tone having taked about his master. Then the white started to mummble something, then she got ang.ry at him for stareing. "S-sorry." *looks away* "I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do right now... I've never been in prison... or what ever this place is- I'm a brightens for pulsive sakes! I'm not supposed to be messing with dru.g dealers! I'm suppos-" Rift paused having realized what he had said might've hurt the white rige's feelings "S-sorry I have nothing against you, I don't know you all that well. Stripes! I don't even know your name!" Rift put his hands/paws on his head and started to take deep breaths, then when he had calmed down he said "My name is Rift. What might yours be?"

(Whoa, I completely missed that post! Thanks, Midnight!)

Jace woke up when another rige had to slap him in the face. The poison had really gotten to his lungs, and so he coughed quite a few times before letting out an annoyed groan. "Where... where are we?" he muttered, getting up. He looked at the other rige curiously. "What happened?" he asked, looking around. His senses were so off... (sorry, I gtg! >.<)

Vixom laughed dryly at Rift's comments about her.
" You wouldn't that if you knew who-. " Vix stopped right there. She was getting too close to the certain subject.
" Anyway. Your right, pretty boy. You just don't have the gu'ts to do what I do. If you were even stu'pid enough to try out the drug trading bussieness, you'd be lying dead in a ditch with your Pulse Stripes ripped off ( Pulse Stripes are a part of a rige's skin and fur so the skin would come with them ) and the words: " dislighter " ( a highly insu'lting and grie'vous term in rige culture ) ca'reved on your chest. "
She halted her talking for a moment, thinking over wheather or not to tell the wi'mp.
" I'll just give the sucker my other name. " The vivitoxen thought.
" Vavik. " The royal she-rige said simply, the glow of her counter-fit Pulse Stripes still pulsing.
( To be continued )

Vixom went si'lent. She looked around the dark room again.
" And its not a pri'son. " Vix stated to Rift, sitting with her back to the gu'tter now.
" Its an iron tra'nsport used to contain priority targets in the event of a capture. The prison will be far worse then this bright old thing. But you and the rest of the stu'pid pups aren't valuable enough to keep alive. You'll be exe'cuted on arrival.
Dam'n it all! Vird'ick had a deal with those fuc'king dislighters! We give the VERY expensive and effective products to them and they give us prime time access and loads of pro'fit!
Ttt! Just like my luck to have the Da'mning scr'ew up the operation during their identify and border dutys! "

" And who the sh'it is gonna save us NOW! ? "
( Hey, Dragon, would you like your rige to be the one to help free the others? )

Rift roled his eyes and said "Thank you Vavik, for your reasuringness about our situation at claw." *gets up, turns his back to her* Rift stared at the ground for a moment thinking of all the stuff that Vavik had said, then he closed his eyes to get what ever rest he could, but he kept one ear open for any noises that might come from outside, or from Vavik.

(I don't know where to jump in <:o I've been really busy lately, I've missed a lot)

( Maybe you could meet up with Dragonessess rige, Hunter?
Also, its not actualy a truck. Rige don't have that kind of technology. They rely more on their Sources to build, discover, and create things.
Its actualy an iron sled being propelled by work animals known as zar wolves )

/Deny? Nice name..,/ Jace thought as he calmed his senses. "The name's Jace. As you can probably already see, I'm a starbringer." He, too, settled down on the cold floor. "Well..." Jace began, his hasty mind urging him. "What's the escape plan?" the rige asked. "'Cause I don't know about you, but I'm not staying in this dusty ol' black hole!" he huffed, smiling in determination.

(water bucket...? Wait wat..? XD)
The ground shook under Jace. Still a little dazed from blacking out, it took the rige a little while to understand they were not on steady ground. He was just about to ask a really silly question--where they were headed--before realizing that would make him like a clueless idiot. Instead, Jace got to work. "I can do something, too, you know." he muttered. "I... uh... I can use telekinesis." (that's his source) He walked silently towards Deny. "Is it doing any good?" he asked quietly.

(Oh hey my wifi is working during the weekend... weird... wat is this O-o)

(Weeeeird... Imma throw in three guards cuz it's a fitting number :U)
"Let me have a look." Jace murmured as he padded soundlessly towards the unlocked door. He peeked through the opening for a moment--was that two or three guards? Three. In the ki//ing silence, Jace could feel his heartbeat. Or perhaps it was Deny's... the starbringer still couldn't get over the fact that she was a darken; he didn't get any bad vibes from her. But that thought was going to wait, however, because a rough voice from the other side of the door spoke. "Yo, why's that door open?"

(So basically, Jace can sense these airwaves called 'vibes' from pretty much anything. Living things' vibes are obviously stronger, but he has learned to sharpen his senses in his past. He uses those waves to telekinect things. The stronger the vibe, the harder it is. This may seem counter-intuitive but think about it; moving a butterknife is a lot easier than moving a person.)

Watching as Deny slipped out the door, saying something like "she was better at it than him", Jace grumbled in disagreement. /What does she know about me, huh. Surely she isn't aware of the darken training my uncle gave me!/ (:3) Unable to stand there and do nothing, the starbringer gritted his teeth and followed his new "friend". Taking in his surroundings in a flash, Jace noticed a long, metal bar. /How strangely covenient!/ he thought as he lifted the bar with surprising ease. He flung it at the distanced guard, knocking him off guard and leaving him quite dazed indeed. Jace then turned to the unoccupied guard and pounced with great agility. He might not have so much strength, but he knew his pressure points. While the guard had made a good effort but only left a mere scratch, Jace had made some impressive gushing wounds. "Let's take this last one out together." he mouthed to Deny. If they made too much noise, they would alert the head. Unfortunately, that had probably already happened..

Bang! Swish. Thunk. Yells. Speech. The sound of skin ripping. Vixom's vio'let eyes widened and gleamed in the darkness of the slik cell.
" How the hell is that possible? " She thought, he jaw hanging open slightly.
" It doesn't matter. " Vix stood up promptly, ready to fight and eager for freedom.
" Hey! Punk! " The vivitoxen called up to Rift, looking up into to the sli'my gu'tter.
" Get your shi't together and get ready for iether an run or a fight! " With that the white Darken rammed against the door again and again, never slowing down, trying to get the attention of whomever was good enough, and stupid enough, to attack a vivitoxen prisoner convoy.

(Fall, has anyone ever told you that you can have quite the po.tty mouth? XD I just found what Vix said to Rift to be so funny XP) Rift stired and got up. "Okay okay, don't get your tail all in a knot!" Rift got into what he thought was a good jumping stance and waited. *thu.mp!* Rift turn to look at the white rige's cell. "Did you just ram into the door? Hehe at least I'm not the only dem.entive one here!" *turns back to his door*

(Lol! What can I say? Vixom is Vixom ^^.)
" Just get their attention, please! " Vixom said, still pounding the door.
" If we're lucky, maybe we'll get out of this hunk of iron before the Dam'ned come and eat us! "

(Wait what's going on? XD Oh my gosh I'm so bad at following lol) (Tiny post time!)
Jace and Deny cornered the last guard like a tiny vole. Just as Jace was about to pounce, something struck him in the jaw. "G'augh! What was that--" he began, only getting cut off by another blow in the stomach. /This one's fierce../ Jace muttered as he, too, stole the air from the guard's lungs.