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Post by vela on Jul 21, 2010 12:01:52 GMT -5
Guest trudged along the shore, staff in paw. His leg twinged whenever he moved it, but the otter had gotten used to the pain. He would have hummed a tune had he remembered one, but he didn't, so he just walked on, scanning the horizon for a sign of anybeast - anything. His ear itched, he scratched it, feeling the nick along it's edge. He squinted in the glare of the sun, and decided to stop for lunch. If only there was some shade... Guest sat down, opened his haversack with a grunt, and pulled out some semi-stale oatbread. Joylessly munching it and gulping down sips of water, he wondered if he headed in the right direction. He hoped so.
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Post by iolana on Jul 21, 2010 12:16:34 GMT -5
Lyre turned his ears forward, causing his earrings to tink slightly, standing ankle-deep in the western sea, enjoying the feel of a light breeze on his face. The hare had been traveling for many seasons now, and after deciding to tramp due west for a while, found himself at the end of land and start of sea. The only oceans he had seen had been in the deep south; the western coast wasn't much different, and he had missed the feel and sound of waves.
After a moment, he stepped out of reach of the waves and tapped his stave against the sand before setting off again, sashes and whiskers fluttering in the breeze. He had not been following the shore long when he saw a lone figure in the distance. He paused, hesitating, then broke into a light jog to catch up to them.
Upon closer inspection, the figure appeared to be a grizzled otter, older than him, in the middle of eating lunch. Lyre perked up. The hare hadn't been carrying food as much lately, and it was hard to come by on the coast. He made no attempt to hide himself, and marched right up to the otter, clash tink clash tink, smiling.
"Afternoon, mate," he called when he was within hailing distance. "You live 'round 'ere?"
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Post by vela on Jul 21, 2010 12:27:14 GMT -5
Guest started, glanced up, and smiled. The figure -how could he have missed it?- had the long ears and legs of a hare, so he presumed it friendly.
"Afternoon! Round 'ere? Nay!"
He stood up, leaning on his staff, and held out a paw for the hare to shake.
"I'm from Mossflower. Or the sea..." The otter smiled. "But not from 'ere, desolate place. D'ye want some oatbread?" He grimaced. " 'Alf stale, but edible."
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Post by iolana on Jul 21, 2010 12:33:19 GMT -5
Lyre decided immediately he liked the bigger beast. He shook the otter's paw with both his own.
"Not from 'ere, eh, well, neither am I -- came up from the southeast coast, doncha know, and a grand pleasure t'meet ye it is. Are y'headed anywheres in particular?"
He accepted the oatbread just as cheerfully, and scoffed his portion as quickly as he could, talking with his mouth full. "Most excellent, sir otter, and thankee kindly -- can't say I care if it's stale, haven't 'ad a good feed in a while. M'name's Lyre, by the way, er, like the instrument."
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Post by vela on Jul 21, 2010 12:38:24 GMT -5
Guest liked cheerful beasts. He smiled again.
"My name's Guest. I'm glad at least somebeast likes oatbread, though ye'd have t'be pretty 'ungry to enjoy it." He chuckled. "Or a hare."
Scooping up his rucksack, he reached into it again.
"Something I do 'ave that's good is plum cordial. Thought I'd save it for a special occasion, and what's meeting somebeast else out 'ere but special?"
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Post by iolana on Jul 21, 2010 13:17:11 GMT -5
Lyre plopped himself on the ground, folding his legs and waggling his ears.
"Guest, eh, strange name, but no stranger 'n mine I s'pose. And must say I've 'eard as much -- it would seem us hares like scads more things t'eat than other creatures," he admitted.
"Indeed, wot else is much more special 'n meetin' a chap like me out on this deserted coast? Mm, that plum cordialstuff smells fabulishious! I must say I was just as impressed t'see you out here... not much of a place by way of livin', is it? Why are you out in the middle of nowhere, anyways?" Lyre could certainly be unabashedly nosy at times.
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Post by vela on Jul 22, 2010 5:51:19 GMT -5
"I could ask th'same of yourself."
Guest sighed. "Three or four seasons back, I woke up on the beach, near where the river Moss meets the Western Sea. My head throbbed, I couldn't see out of one eye, and my leg was broken. I sat up, and tryed to drag myself up the beach, but passed out again. I next woke up among small, chattering voles. They healed my wounds and named me Guest, as I was a guest in their 'ome. I couldn't recall 'ow I'd gotten there, nor 'ow I'd been injured. the voles said that I might've floated down the river aways, an' struck the beach, so I thanked 'em, and set off upriver 'til I reached an enormous abbey called Redwall. I adn't found anybeast 'o recognized me, and I figured that maybe I'd come from the sea, so I turned around, visited the voles again, and set of in this direction."
He looked at the hare. "Wot're ye doing 'ere, Lyre?"
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Post by iolana on Jul 22, 2010 9:22:03 GMT -5
Lyre listened thoughtfully to Guest's history, scratching one of his long ears.
"Good grief, 'asn't been very easy f'yeh, has it? Hm, I've heard of Redwall, s'posed to be quite a jolly place. Well, y'certainly look like a sea otter chap t'me, shame it's so empty out 'ere. Maybe y'd 'ave better luck findin' y'kin an' such actually out on the briny? Need a ship, though."
To Guest's inquiry about his own actions, Lyre answered just as cheerfully.
"Oh, me? I'm something of a traveler, er, an adventurer if y'will, h'and since I ain't never been t'the west coast, I set off thisaways; and now I've been here, it don't seem like much, do it? But at least I got t'meet ye, y'seem like a nice sort of chap." He mulled over this for a second. "Where will y'go now y've arrived at such an empty 'n' less-n-helpful place, Guest?"
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Post by Dartpaw on Jul 25, 2010 13:01:51 GMT -5
(Can I join?)
A squirrel in his mid twenties was nearby listening munching on an apple.
He was shy, he felt very insecure lately ever since his mother went on a journey to look for his father and never came back.
(He insisted he go but she wouldn't let him)
He just sat and listened hoping they wouldn't notice him eavesdropping.
A younger squirrel looking a lot like him came up asking what he was doing.
'Hush... those two are talking.'
The younger squirrel about 8 always wanting to make friends ran up yelling. (Interrupting)
'Hi hi!!! Do you want to meet my brother he's a great warrior!!!'
(OOC: Sorry for interrupting but I couldn't think of how to join in)
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Post by Malum on Jul 25, 2010 13:34:45 GMT -5
Praline watched from afar, listening intently at these creatures conversation. She sat on the sand, holding her hood up so no sand would get in her face. The stoat grumbled and stood up, trudging towards the group. She held her bow close, hoping they weren't mean, since she didn't feel like fighting. As she came closer, she started to be able to actually see the group.
"Hey, how's it going?" She asked, as she came up behind the group.
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Post by iolana on Jul 25, 2010 14:06:42 GMT -5
The area was not so deserted as Lyre had presumed. The hare was a tad bewildered, he'd thought he'd scouted the general viscinity thoroughly enough.
He started to his toes when a young squirrel popped out of nowhere and started running toward the hare and otter, almost before Lyre's last question had left his mouth.
'Hi hi!!! Do you want to meet my brother he's a great warrior!!!'
"Er -- beg pardon?" Lyre said, still crouching. He twitched his earring-clad ears in a confused manner, glancing to Guest as he did so. "Yer not alone out 'ere, are ye, kid? Y'brother, y'say?"
And he had barely finished that question when a stoat, of all things, arrived behind them.
"Hey, how's it going?"
Lyre spun, thoroughly on his guard. If there was going to be a fight he'd have to run; he took a firm grip on his stave and wondered if he'd be able to leave Guest and the squirrel behind.
"Who're you?" he said, unsure as to whether the stoat wanted a fight or what. There appeared to be only one, so he doubted it, but still...
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Post by Malum on Jul 25, 2010 14:16:47 GMT -5
Praline watched the hare, unfazed.
"Name's Praline, nice to meet you too." She said, plopping down on the sand and looking up at him.
She gave a smile at the little squirrel.
"Hey little guy, how are you?" She asked, joking.
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Post by Dartpaw on Jul 25, 2010 17:12:35 GMT -5
He looked the stoat over.
'Hello, my name is Daiwa. My big brother Dartpaw doesn't like me talking to evil vermin. Are you a good vermin? than I can talk.'
He noticed Dartpaw who had been stressed out completely for the last two weeks had fallen asleep while chasing his energetic little brother. (He hadn't slept for three days)
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Post by Malum on Jul 25, 2010 20:37:29 GMT -5
Praline stiffled a giggle.
"Yeah, I prefer not to put labels on creatures, but I'm not like one of those idiotic barbarians that you creatures call vermin."
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Post by Dartpaw on Jul 26, 2010 7:38:11 GMT -5
'Dartpaw is sleeping on his face right now, so let's play!' the little eight season old squirrel said innocently.
(OOC: Just for fact, if he existed in the real world he would be really good at video games. That's the kind of kid he is)
Daiwa was a little scared of Lyre because he found his piercings intimidating.
Dartpaw had told him not to trust evil looking creatures and that many evil looking creatures wear earrings but Daiwa is still little and is confused as to whether he is good or bad.
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