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| Topic Started: Sep 5 2009, 02:16 AM (54 Views) | |
| Dale Stormbreak | Sep 5 2009, 02:16 AM Post #1 |
 
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It was a week since the return - a week since Dale knew for certain Duran Swiftspike was still alive. During that time, the otter had done a very good job of avoiding the vole. He was not completely sure why he kept postponing the inevitable, but every time he caught sight of his old friend, Dale inexplicably found himself coming up with excused to head the other way, a recurring one being the vole must be awfully busy with official fort business. After all, he reasoned, a meeting between the two was sure to remain strictly personal, and Dale certainly didn't want to impose on the High Commander's time. He wasn't even sure Duran had ever glimpsed him flitting about the fort, although he did wonder whether or not Laurel had told her husband of him. Laurel and Dale had spent a considerable amount of the summer talking. Now though, Dale decided he could put it off no longer. And so he found himself standing in front of the High Commander's office. Duran was in there, Dale was certain; he had asked more than one Black Arch resident, and the answers had all been the same. "Commander Swiftspike's in his office." Commander Swiftspike. Dale rolled the title around in his head, finding it rather amusing. His memories of Duran were of jokes, laughter, sparring, and pleasant conversation. All were happy - excepting one darker memory. It flitted in the back of Dale's consciousness for a moment, flashes of wind and lightning and frightened, distressed cries. He clenched his paws. Now was not the time. A shirt smoothing and deep breath later, Dale knocked on the thick door, solid wood firm against his fur. With paws clasped behind his back, he waited. |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Sep 7 2009, 10:54 AM Post #2 |
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Duran had escaped to his office after his usual morning jog around the ramparts. After cleaning himself up and donning his uniform the vole had sat down at his desk to tackle some paperwork. Most creatures despised the paperwork that came along as part of their duties. Duran, however, was a bit of an oddity. He was an organized warrior, who rarely let paperwork get away from him. At one point Abbess Valerose had offered to send a few creatures from Redwall to come act as clerks for Duran and his commanders. Duran, however, hardly needed Ashworth, his mouse clerk. In fact, at this moment Ashworth was likely in the infirmary helping Laurel manage the inventory down there. The two didn’t get along, exactly, as Ashworth kept insisting that he was supposed to be Duran’s clerk, not his wife’s, but that wasn’t stopping Laurel from putting the mouse and his skills to good use. Every time Duran thought of the situation he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. The mouse was slowly adjusting to life at the fort. Sighing happily the vole picked up a stack of patrol reports he had just finished approving and tied them with a green ribbon. Setting them off to one side he was about to reach for the stack of similar reports from the North Tower when there was a knock at his door. “Come in,” he said in his gruff voice. Wiping ink from his paws he placed his quill down and waited to see who it was. |
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| Dale Stormbreak | Sep 23 2009, 03:42 PM Post #3 |
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Dale nearly walked away then and there; the sound of his friend's voice was overwhelming. Instead, he swallowed, straightened, and stepped inside, stopping several paces in. There, seated behind a desk, the very picture of work ethic, sat Duran. The vole was staring at Dale, waiting for him to introduce himself. It reminded him of the very first time the two had met. Then, it had been Dale behind the desk - first mate of a ship signing on new crew members - and Duran the nervous, eager recruit... Mentally shaking himself, Dale locked eyes with Duran. "Commander Swiftspike?" |
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