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| Midwinter Celebration; Christmas & New Years rolled into one! | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 21 2008, 06:04 PM (982 Views) | |
| Riptide Ruva | Dec 21 2008, 06:04 PM Post #1 |
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If Riptide had a favorite season winter might just be it, if only because the Midwinter celebration was so spectacular. Since the founding of the fort Midwinter had been a day of feasting, time with friends, and exchanging gifts. The big sea otter had been up early and served wall duty along with Talyn in order for them to spend the afternoon helping set up in the Dining Hall. Even the East Tower Commander was in a good mood, though the otter knew the squirrel was still shaken by the reappearance of her father. Riptide knew better than to bring it up. The otter’s muscle was put to good use that afternoon as he helped bring up huge cheese wheels and barrels of October Ale from the caverns. The entire fort joined in the preparations for the evening feast. Even before the official start of the festivities the hall was full of the magical charm of the season. A huge pine tree had been set up in one corner of the room and had filled that space for a full two weeks. It had slowly accumulated decorations as each family and member of the fort added their own touch. Riptide and Jade had worked together to craft four shell ornaments, one for each member of their close family. Talyn had taken to the project with gusto her first Midwinter at the fort. It had been the first time for the squirrel had ever been asked to decorate anything, and she supplied a dozen keys of various sizes, each hung by a brightly colored ribbon. Everyone knew better than to ask why the squirrel had so many keys or where they all came from. They did the job at any rate, and each year Talyn added more to the tree. Duran and his family, being the High Commander and all, had the honor of giving the ornament that would adorn the very top of the tree. Since the first Midwinter at Black Arch the vole commander had made a special cheese that had received this place of honor. This year the cheese was in the shape of a bell and rested proudly in its place on top of the tree, a bright red ribbon tied neatly around it. Even the blacksmith, Warrick, and his wife, Rubena the master mason, had happily contributed to decorating the tree. Apparently the couple had a grown son who lived in Mossflower and was just as skilled as his parents, though his craft was glassblowing. He had supplied the fort with no less than fourscore blown glass bulbs of various colors and sizes, and they sparkled and glowed like living stars on the evergreen branches. The feeling of excitement grew as the day wore on and a light snow began to fall. Smells of fresh bread, cinnamon, and apples permeated the room. A traditional feast of winter salad, apple turnovers, bread, and Salamandastron stew was laid out on the tables. Pitchers of apple cider, water, and tea were set along the tables, and the barrel of October Ale was being eyed by all. Riptide took a seat beside his sister and waited anxiously along with the rest of the fort as Duran was practically pushed on top of his table so that he could being the feast. “Oho! Friends and family, it is Midwinter again! It has been a long year here at Black Arch Fort, and we have had our trials and our blessings. Let us all take a moment now to bow our heads and remember those who did not make it to share this time with us. . . we remember the settlements along the coast that were raided in the early autumn season. . . we remember the slaves on the vile vermin ship who we were unable to save. . . we remember them all.” Riptide bowed his head along with the rest of the room, and for a few moments life at Black Arch was completely silent and still. “And now, we turn our eyes ahead. A new dawn, a new year. Our first year we held our own, and we will continue to do so in our second year. “Allow me then to be the first to begin our celebration by giving the first gift. Laurel, my petal, would you come up here beside me?” Riptide hollered and cheered with the rest as the commander’s wife joined him on the table. The two voles were getting older, with gray beginning to show in their fur, but the way they looked at each other made it evident that their love was as alive and vibrant as ever. Duran pulled his wife into a hug with one arm, while with the other he offered her a small wrapped box. The moment Laurel’s fingers touched the ribbon that was tied to it the hall erupted and the wave broke free. Sounds of Laurel’s delight at receiving a moonstone necklace were drowned out by the sounds of silverware clinking on plates, bowls being filled, gifts being exchanged, and calls of “Happy Midwinter!” |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Dec 23 2008, 02:48 AM Post #2 |
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There was one beast who didn't quite share the enthusiasm, good cheer, and overall joyful spirit of the Midwinter Celebration. It wasn't for lack of trying. Jelal had helped along with all the rest. He had lent his paws and his strong arms to the work, setting up the tables and chairs and rolling up food from the caverns, even providing a couple recipes of his own (though he couldn't find his dishes of shrimp n' bob soup and rock bake turnover for the life of him in this huddle). The tree had been a delight, hefting up little ones to help them put up decorations on the higher branches, and adding his own special touch: a faded red ribbon he had been carrying for seasons for reasons unknown. It had just been in his bag, and since it was the most festive thing he owned, it seemed only natural to tie it around a certain branch. The fort had been his home for over a year now, and he had found it rather poignant that something that had so innocuously been a part of his life's journey would find its way here. He'd probably forget about it by tomorrow morning. He had helped prepare in the frantic night before the celebration, throwing up last minute decorations like wreaths in the rafters and garlands for anything tall and sturdy, even if that included a few things like chairs, standing fort beasts, and every staircase he could find. Perhaps it was all the chasing around, the snatches of food from half done feast preparations, and the extra shift of wall duty he had accrued for not having a proper uniform in order. Perhaps it was the message duty he and several others had had to undertake come rain, snow, or shine. Mostly snow. Driving through bitingly cold rivers and legging it across snow-ridden hills did not make for a very steady sleep schedule. The cheers and speeches had barely gotten through to him, despite their volume and longevity. The October Ale was so soothingly warm and refreshing. The collective heat of so many beasts in one space (along with the fire!) was like a smothering blanket. So it was that Jelal found himself a little off to the side, a mug clutched in one paw, drifting off surprisingly soon after the speech. He had watched the day go by swiftly. He had seen gifts hurriedly prepared, and even had a surprise in mind for those of his tower (small and out of the way of course compared to all this). And now, watching the food get laid out, it was astonishingly satisfying to just sit back and take it all in, smiling to everybeast who looked at him and enjoying the knowledge that he was a part of all this. He sipped his October Ale and very nearly nodded off then and there, looking out in case anybeast he knew came by. Slowly but surely, if nobeast bothered him, they'd find him nodding off in his own chair of all things, a bit of drool sure to snake out and dribble onto his uniform, his tail coiled behind him, a picture of almost lazy serenity in the chaos of the celebration. |
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| Kani Pesäheilua | Dec 24 2008, 12:27 AM Post #3 |
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A tinge lent a taste to the air, apart from the treats and spice and sweet and spice, apart from the candles and evergreen trees and accompanying fragments, apart from the beasts in closer quarters enjoying the food and good company. Apart from everything of substance, there was still that tinge that soaked into the soul, burrowed, until it caused a buzz at the back of the skull, an excitement. The seasonal tinge, of goodwill towards all beasts. Kani thought it smelled a little like fresh mud pie, a nice earthy natural scent. Thankfully, the array of foods here looked, smelled, and tasted much tastier than one of those soily dishes. Plus, didn't cause a beast to be having to lick grit out of their teeth for days afterward. With a towering plate, the rabbit hopped onto and over tables, in search for the perfect location to settle and snorf these vittles. Snorfing was a talent that most lagomorphs had. It was a subtle mix of inhaling and chewing. Came with the cheeks. She avoided the louder groups. Kani preferred those as yet unfettered beasts, the ones that had the smooth fur, that needed a little poking. Mostly, because they made such fun reactions when Kani came to give them a hardy "HULLO DERE YE BEASTIE!" with her inside voice. (Notably, cases of ear problems had increased in sporadic intervals, victims usually from the general direction of where Kani was.) She adore the Black Arch Fort in these moments, but also felt a little separated. Yes, Kani had options, she had connections, but...she couldn't shake that feeling...she reached into her coat, rubbed the smooth surface of Kipper, warm to the touch. The rabbit became aware of herself balanced on the edge of a pan of Deeper n' Ever pie, in risk of drowning if she fell the wrong way. "Sowy 'bout dat lads and lasses, let me jus' scamper over dere, eh?" she said to the whisker twitching faces staring up at her. She settled down. Otter. Ah, the young chap. Jel something. Nice rudder like tail. Kani still couldn't quite get over the construction of an otter. But not the time to debate that now. This one seemed to be dazed, wary. She brought her maw up close, so that her whiskers were brushing the beast's maw and the otter's whisker's were brusher her's. "'lo dere, aren't ye gettin' inta the spirit of der season 'ere?" Edited by Kani Pesäheilua, Dec 24 2008, 12:28 AM.
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| Roe Sungold | Dec 24 2008, 12:45 AM Post #4 |
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Roe didn't quite understand all the fuss and bother about Midwinter - or at least, she hadn't until she'd come to Black Arch and Duran had insisted she take part in the celebrations. She'd not been part of the preparations at all due to a necessary run to Redwall carrying gifts, messages to friends and family along with more serious exchanges discussing vermin numbers, weather and crops to the elders at Redwall. In fact, the otter was now sitting quietly down the side of one table with a beaker of mulled wine in one paw, trying not to fall asleep. After a childhood with no family, followed by a life filled mostly with war and wandering, Roe couldn't follow the eagerness of those around her as they had talked and planned and waited impatiently for Midwinter. In fact, the strange excitement was becoming so uncomfortable, so unfamiliar in her usual comfortable routine of work and fighting and training, that instead of sending one of the usual couriers to Redwall, Roe had gone herself. The peace and quiet of the trip down had done her good. A day's rest at Redwall and Roe had gone off again. In truth Redwall was even worse than Black Arch. There she didn't even have her Tower to retreat to, where silence reigned once everybeast on watch had settled down and those who weren't on watch were down helping with the tree and setting up. Still, the difference in atmosphere was clear even at Redwall, where they had been preparing for their own celebrations. Their festivities had not been tinged with the ever-present over-the-shoulder-look that everything at Black Arch seemed to hold; the awareness that any peace now would be snatched away at the slightest whiff of vermin around the land. Marching methodically back from Redwall through snow and sleet, Roe had hunched her shoulders tighter and wondered if Duran would believe any excuse she made about the snow being too thick to get through in time. But no. The vole would see through that, and wouldn't forgive her for it. He had made it clear before she left for the courier run that he expected Roe back in time to participate. So the snow and wind had witnessed Roe's quiet misery as she made the two-day trip back to Black Arch. When Tel had opened the gate for her early in the morning, the otter had nodded morosely and made straight for her tower, there to close her eyes and try to work out the best way to be seen at the celebrations without taking part. Not much had come to mind. Roe's only attempt had been to sit as far away from the High Commander's table as possible, close to the door where the drafts wrapped around her paws and the mulled wine was slightly cooler than necessary by the time it reached her. Her only concession so far to being part of the celebration had been to pin her yellow Commander's pin to the tree. Secretly Roe quite liked the pin, but it was a sign of her rank and for the moment, for this night, she didn't want to be a Commander sitting at the wrong table, but a tired otter home from a long trip through snow having a good time around whoever was sitting beside her. Roe resisted the need to yawn widely. She looked up as Duran stood at the top of his table and began to talk. As he talked about those who were not amongst them, the slaves and settlements, the otter glanced around at the surrounding creatures. Perhaps she could understand this strange eagerness to celebrate and come together on the coldest, bleakest day of the year so far. Where would she be if she hadn't arrived at Black Arch two seasons ago? Most likely wandering, camping in the deep south where snow lay thinner on the ground, watching her chestnut soup cook over a tiny flame. As creatures began to raise their glasses and cheer, Roe automatically raised her own, chinking glass against glass with whoever was next to her - she hadn't actually noticed yet. For a tired, hungry otter, food was the next thing on her mind. |
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| Enamel Pardon | Dec 24 2008, 01:17 AM Post #5 |
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((...like Author like Character. XD 33 hour awake and still going!)) Enamel's grip weakened. He gritted his teeth - no! He would make it this time. They were all counting on him to get the job done. He couldn't disappoint. Not now, not now... not when he was so close to the target. He risked a glance down, and his face froze into a mask of horrified determination at the bubbly sight of the dibbun's watery eyes. A new resolve coursed through the young hare, and he gave a silent roar of adrenaline, hefted himself up to the next branch, the little rag-doll ornament clutched tight against his stomach. He lie on the branch breathing heavily for a moment, two moments, before regaining his footpaws and looking to the next branch up. Enamel Pardon was a sight to behold, but beheld by nobeast. His fur and uniform was streaked with green, grey and brown - with mottled spots of red and white, to match the main colour scheme of the decorations. Military snares pattered endlessly in his ears, unheard to anybeast else. He was a hare on a mission, a most vital mission, of which failure meant death, doom, destruction, and possibly being told off, which he feared the worst. But tonight he feared nothing. Two liters of coffee-nog were shuddering through his veins at an alarming speed, and had been for the past thirty-two hours, when at the moment of coming into breakfast the day before, he had been treated to a special brew by his rabbit friend Kani. The hare, to put it simply, was not in his right mind at all. His tailbob continually quivered with the excess energy he couldn't force into the rest of his limbs. When he looked down, he didn't see festivities - he saw the tables as a field, the benches as trenches in which beasts sat hunkered, and food passed from paw to paw like the final cigar before dawn. The snares pounded. Enamel wiped a smear of red clay out of his eye and continued his ascention to the top of the tree, to put the little dibbun otter's ornament next to the Swiftpike's bell-cheese. Four more branches to go... Snap. Enamel froze. A branch had broken off below him, but caught on the ones below, and fell no further. Luckily, it had not been charged with holding up an ornament, and so nothing was shaken loose. He let out his breath in one deep sigh, thanked the stars, and reached up... |
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Sergeant Enamel Pardon Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I...my other char's a mouse: Corporal Simon Flynn 
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| Teltoli Riverbuck | Dec 24 2008, 01:44 AM Post #6 |
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Teltoli shuddered as a cold breeze infiltrated his fur. The hare was on wall top duty, though his shift was ending soon. It was Oaktail who would be replacing him. The ruddy hare felt a bit sorry for the squirrel. She would miss out on most of the feasting and fun. But, it was part of her duty, something Tel had great respect for. "Well, times up Riverbuck. Hard enough to get a squirrel away from the table an up to the wall tops... even harder for a hungry hare to languish out here whilst foods begins erved down below." The older squirrel smiled at Tel before nodding and tamping her guard staff down on the snow crusted walkway. "Get out of here master Riverbuck!" Tel gave a gracious salute to Oaktail before making his leave down the steps of the South tower. He noted to himself to bring her another mug of hot cider later. "Now fer the surprise wot!" The ruddy hare returned to his gatehouse and retrieve the special cake he had designed for the winter celebration. At was dark fruitcake, studded with nuts and fruits, and best of all, he had baked it into the shape of an arch. "Black arch cake!" The gatekeeper’s keys jingled merrily at his side as he lifted the cake from his desk and began to make his way to the keep. The smells of winter dishes and cinder wafted through the air as Tel made his way to the main room. He managed to press the door open with his footpaw, as his paws were occupied with the Arch Cake. It towered on the tray, practically to the height of his ears. It was a wonder the cooks had let him anywhere near the kitchens, much less given the hare leave to bake something of this magnitude. Still, the Gatekeeper had his ways and the cake was almost ready to present to Duran. "Teltoli! Glad you could-ahhh!" Telo yelped as Tel trod on his tail. The startled mouse swung around and accidentally bumped into the hare. Tel stepped forward and the cake began to topple... "Somebeast, help wot!" |
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| Roe Sungold | Dec 24 2008, 01:57 AM Post #7 |
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"Somebeast, help wot!" As much as Roe would have preferred to remain in her reticent, comfortable reverie of good food and wine while the majority of celebrations ran on around her, it was not to be. The voice that shouted was familiar from battlefields and walltops, and automatically Roe glanced up. Barely two seats away at the end of the table, Telo was falling head over heels against Teltoli, who was barely visible behind a giant cake. Despite her initial moroseness, Roe couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the hare's ears just visible over the top of the cake. Abandoning her mulled wine and ignoring any polite conversation those around her might have been attempting, Roe leaped upright and dashed around the table. "Hold on!" Her steadying paws grasped the other side of the platter and skilfully she used her long nose to steady the most wobbly top of the cake. "Got it?" she asked cautiously. "Telo, straighten yore self up and grab that end!" The mouse complied after disentangling himself from his own paws. The cake seemed to be steady at last - Roe eyed the great concoction warily, then glanced over her shoulder. There was no room on the table anywhere. A few of the beasts closest to them were pointing and laughing at their predicament, but now the cake was steadied, they didn't seem too eager to leave their food and help. "Chestnuts, Tel, what is this?" Roe's amusement was clear, despite being slightly muffled around the cake. "Where d'ye want it?" |
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| Jade Ruva | Dec 24 2008, 02:12 PM Post #8 |
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Jade and Riptide were enjoying the feast immensely. Riptide had been present for the very first Midwinter at the fort, but this would mark Jade’s first time celebrating the woodland holiday with such a crowd. Excitement radiated from the blind otter and her smile never left her face. She and her brother talked animatedly to those they were seated with and enjoyed the fine, rich food and good companionship. The High Commander’s daughter, Avirly, had helped in the kitchens all day preparing the food and had helped herself to a great deal of it before it even reached the tables. Because of this her stomach was full after a few bites of salad and a single scone. The young vole shot her parents an annoyed look as they sat with their arms around each other, cuddling openly in front of the entire fort. She even bet they were rubbing their footpaws together under the table! Rolling her eyes the young vole stood up and made her way through the hall. She had several presents she wanted to hand out, and while most of the gifts would not be exchanged until long after dessert, there really wasn’t a particular order to things and Avirly saw no reason to wait. She reached the tree and picked up to gifts wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with simple red ribbon. Avirly’s eyes scanned the room and soon came to fall on one of the beasts she was looking for. It was Riptide that gave his sister’s position away, as he stood up with his paws on his hips and his head cocked to one side in what appeared to be amusement. The young vole climbed over a few benches and past a few tables before she reached the Ruva siblings. “Jade, I’ll be back in a tick. Somebeast has gone and put a live ornament in the tree an’ I’m gonna be sure to catch it when it falls off.” As Riptide took his leave and went to go see what Enamel was up to Avirly slipped in and neatly took his seat beside the blind otter. “Happy Midwinter, Jade! Here, I got you a gift.” “Oh my, Avirly! Happy Midwinter to you as well. I have a gift for you under the tree. I’ll have Riptide fetch it for you later.” The two friends smiled together as Jade unwrapped her present. Avirly had been spending her days watching the fort’s dibbuns, and her path crossed with Jade’s on a near nightly basis as the blind otter told bedtime stories to the young ones. The two had struck up a friendship over the past couple weeks. “Avirly, thank you. This is a very thoughtful gift. Did you make it? It’s so soft!” The young vole beamed as Jade pulled a shawl from the box and immediately put it around her shoulders. It was a shawl made more for looks than practicality, as the material was very thin, but very soft and smooth. Avirly had spent the better part of her week finishing it. It was green and white plaid and had long fringes on the end that Jade began to run her paws through. It had been a good gift. “You’re very welcome, Jade. You keep wearing the same shawl all the time, and I thought I’d make you one that you could wear to feasts and celebrations and things and give your other one a break. Here, would you like to come with me to deliver my next gift? I see my friend just across the room.” And with that Avirly and Jade made their way through the crowd and found themselves standing in front of the dozing Jelal and the inquisitive Kani. Jade raised a paw to politely cover her smile upon hearing Kani’s strange antics. Avirly laughed outright. “Hee! Wake up Jelal! You have three beasts who want to tell you Happy Midwinter! And one of them has a present for you!” Avirly gently shook the box she was waiting to give to her friend. Of all the beasts at the fort to find themselves friends, Avirly and Jelal were perhaps not the two you would first guess to form a fast friendship, but the vole and otter had done so. The young maid was excited not only to give her friend the gift she had been saving for him, but was also keen on introducing Jade to the other otter. |
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| Akira Kurosawa | Dec 25 2008, 02:43 AM Post #9 |
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Akira and Spencer stood stooped over a small wooden table next to the tree. Akira had been setting out a row of six very simple but beautiful hand bells when the hare had approached him. It had been very difficult work indeed, to convince Warrick to take up the project with him, but after telling him he could design the bells, and that Akira of course would only be assisting his greatness, he agreed, and the two of them had created the shining bells as their contribution to the decorations. It had been a very painful experience for both of them, working together on something so delicate, but Akira was starting to feel that he might be cracking into the hard blacksmith's shell. Spencer had known Akira from when he had spent a couple months at Salamandastron to get some pointers on smithing. The two had gotten to know each other since the squirrel seemed to like spending time in the infirmary. She also knew he was fond of numbers, and a feast was, to the expert campaigner, a matter of numbers. She just wanted Akira to check her figures. After a moment of scanning, the squirrel sketched something with a charcoal on the sheet. "How about this sequence? Two, Three, then back to One. . Of course lowering rate of consumption for the first two stops. . . I'd say, maybe seventy five percent?" Spencer mused over this information for a moment. "Yes. . . i see what you're gettin' at. . . . plus that way the jolly ol' savory and the sweet are better balanced wot wot!" The two would-be mathematicians were distracted by the commotion with the cake, and Spencer, recognizing Tel as a fellow soldier in need, threw down her calculations. "Scuse me ol lad! Duty calls!" Dashing over to assist, she arrived just in time to witness Roe get the monstrosity stabilized. She stood to the side, grinning at Tel as he struggled, giving him encouragement. "Steady in the ranks Sergent! Need a hand wot?" |
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Biographies Assistant Blacksmith: Akira Kurosawa Field Surgeon: Spencer deValory Clearpetal ". . . of the five elements, Earth is the greatest asset to the Warrior. Representing all that is solid; stone, metal and wood, the elements of the Earth in our hands is the most powerful compliment to our warriors fire. It makes us aware of our own physicality and sureness of action. . . " | |
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| Enamel Pardon | Dec 25 2008, 07:06 AM Post #10 |
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Enamel drooped. He groaned awkwardly, his arm slung over one of the upper branches, the other hanging limply by his side, with his paw on his stomach. He opened his eyes and gasped again at the sight of his ghillied uniform covered in a dark red stain. He knew he shouldn't have put that cherry pie in his pocket. The young hare reached out and picked the ragdoll off its resting place on a nearby branch, and held it aloft. A string had been tied about its neck with a noose - a bit morbid, but what else could be done? Hang it by its footpaws? - which he hooked upon the next-highest branch, just under the Swiftpike's cheese bell. Which... Enamel peered closely. Had two very suspicious teethmarks in the back of, where the cheese faced the corner. He gaped in horror that somebeast would destroy such a beautiful, precious, cheesy... such a wonderful smell, and so finely shaped like the bells in the towers, the ones he was often on duty around, such long, boring duty, on which his poor little growing stomach would often gurgle tiredly, and how he wished - oh! how he wished! - that the iron and copper and brass was not metal at all, but something softer, yet with a nice crunch, possibly peppered with hazelnuts and almonds and... Huh? Wot's this? Now there's four suspicious teethmarks in it, two bites in all! Enamel glared fiercely around himself, in case anybeast else was lurking the top branches. Probably one of those squirrels, flitting about so fine-like! Well, he'd tell the Commander about this, yes he would! Far below him, the little otter dibbun clapped happily at the sight of his ornament hanging so handsomely next to the High Commander's. But it was another otter that Enamel's gaze was drawn to, and for one startling moment, their eyes locked. Enamel narrowed his eyes. He'd been spotted! The otter was probably going to alert somebeast - Enamel couldn't let that happen. Not in the midst of this ... forest, yes. A forest full of vermin! And alerts would raise suspicion, and suspicion would raise, well, weasels and things, up the tree, to capture the brave, gallant hare who had Hung A Babe's Ornament. And then Duran would never know someone had been eating his cheese bell. It would never do! Enamel grit his teeth and snapped off a tiny bit of empty branch, which he threw vehemently down at the otter, in hopes of knocking him out - or at least distracting him so he could get away and warn about the bell-eating squirrel... Edited by Enamel Pardon, Dec 25 2008, 07:07 AM.
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Sergeant Enamel Pardon Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I...my other char's a mouse: Corporal Simon Flynn
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