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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:18 pm
Inle fast approached this eve, and a black rabbit stood at attention to meet it, if just for a moment. Not the black rabbit of course. This doe sported some gray-silver markings and a pair of dusky blue eyes, though one was a bit cloudy in the center.
Her salute to the night finished, Darkbrier settled down near a patch of brambles to graze, keen ears aloft and flicking every which way for the slightest out of place sound. She preferred to silflay in the evenings, for her dark coat provided excellent camoflage among the shadows.
She wondered idly what Inle might have in store for her tonight. Perhaps it would simply be another quiet evening on her own, but she felt for some reason that was not the case.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:19 pm
 There was another dark hued shape out and about that eve. A certain Owsla officer was making the rounds, keeping watch on this dangerous time of transition between the daylight elil and those that hunted in the darkness. Pausing to snatch a quick mouthful of flay, the officer let his bright amber gaze roam the area, picking out the shadowy form of a doe not far from him. She seemed alone and they were both some distance from the small group of rabbits near the entrance to their warren.
He had noticed her before... the dark doe with the grey points. She seemed to prefer this shadowy time between night and day. He couldn't recall her name just at that moment though. Deciding he should check up on her, in his role of owsla, he swallowed the mouthful he had been dinning on and padded over, halting a few steps before reaching her and sitting up on his hinds, ears flicking continuously even as he regarded her.
"Evening."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 2:07 pm
Darkbrier heard the movement of the grass and turned to regard the approaching Owsla with her good eye. She seemed a tad surprised and a bit curious as he drew closer, but not alarmed as some might have been.
She gave her face a brief cleaning to make sure no grassy bits were stuck to her muzzle and sat up to give him something of a proper greeting. She cocked her head and one ear at his single word greeting, a slightly bemused smile crossing her face. "That it is. A good one, I think."
She glanced up the hill at the knot of others nearer to the warren, noting the obvious sense of either unquiet or excitement that seemed to run through a number of them. It had been like that ever since the hints about the upcoming raid had started. "Though perhaps not as quiet as might be asked for."
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