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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:27 pm
((Just adding a note up here, anyone who was in the first raid that wants to join can, but due to the number of people posting order might be a bit loose to keep things rolling.))  Darkbrier had slept off and on during the time after the raiders had arrived home. It had been so that she wasn't entirely certain how much time had actually passed by now. What she did know right now was that she had actually awoken to find Ebony asleep, and she had not passed up the opportunity to sneak out and stretch her legs. She was injured, yes; perhaps she did need rest, but she was restless and being confined to her burrow with her sister fussing after her wounds at least felt anything but restful.
She poked her head above ground to find it daylight out, and after checking the skies and the level of alarm - or lack there of - in the other rabbits that she could see the large doe gingerly made her way out into the open. Moving still hurt, but as long as she took it slow it wasn't too horrible, and her wounds were clean and closed now. As long as she didn't do anything stupid and strenuous she imagined she'd be fine.
Ah, but that free air felt good. Darkbrier enjoyed taking care of others in her way, but she'd never really liked it when others felt the need to fuss over her in turn. It was something she'd just learned to put up with, and escaped when possible to find some time for herself, as now. Curious, though, she peered around with her good eye. Was anyone else about that had been on the raid? Checking with her team mates would be nice, but she'd also like to hear how the other groups had done. There were new hutch rabbits with them, she'd learned that much, and that no one else had died, but little enough else.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:57 pm
 One of the Male Hutchies had managed to wiggle his way out of the burrows and into the open. It was different here. WAY different than he was accustomed to. He had actually been a little skittish to leave his cage back on the farm, but these wild bunnies were rather persuasive, so it seemed.
Chuckling a bit at the thought, he sighed and half ambled, half drug himself out above ground and he calmed a little. The cage - though closed in in some ways - had chicken wire that allowed one within to see out into the vast world beyond. The burrows... well.... you could only see dirt in every which direction. Out here had a much better view though! No more hexed lenses, as it was before!
He scanned the area outside briefly, noting a few Rabbits lopping about, apparently doing daily duties and what not, and figured it safe to lop about himself! Well... figuratively speaking, of course. The poor buck was shot in his efforts to escape becoming Farmer Flay and in a way he felt a bit betrayed.
Skewing his face together, as he had to put in extra effort to move anywhere now, he managed to wiggle out of the burrows completely and stretch himself. Carefully, of course! That wound of his was still healing, taking a little bit longer of a time to heal than most, he was sure. He was used to a vet looking over any bites or scrapes he might have gotten... not any of this natural healing, pain and herbs thing these wild bunnies were putting him through. Still, a part of him was eager to learn more about this new world.
It was different and new, yes, but the others were rather welcoming to his presence. So far, he'd met some rather nice Rabbits amidst the burrows. Back home... er... at his old home, if a new Rabbit showed up, they were either friendly or well beyond the point of reasonable. It was a pleasant change. And here there was no real clue as to how you were going to leave this realm. It was a mystery here, but not one they apparently feared. Mourned over, yes, but not feared. Back at the farm, there was always only one way out and his brother and sisters were darn near close to that point. They may not have said it out loud, but they were all knowing they were each terrified as to who the Farmer would take out next.
However, this buck shoved all ill thoughts out of mind for a moment and shook his head. He grunted softly as he forced himself to move forward a few hobbled hops, hoping to work out those stiff muscles in his hind leg. He noticed a dark Doe close by and smiled weakly at her. He noted her recent injury and twitched his nose a bit, ears rolling forward to focus on her.
"Stretching the leg?" he asked, hoping to stir up some friendly conversation with a new face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:45 pm
Aythi was restless for days after the raid, despite orders to remain still. She had to get up and move. She needed to get outside and take a breath of fresh air. Her leg was healing but it was doing her no good to be stuck in her burrow. She needed to move and stretch and as long as she moved slow she figured she was fine. There was also the fact that her mind was quite restless as well, not allowing her a proper full nights sleep. Not after what she had seen.
She had heard one team managed to kill a cat, and that one old rabbit had lost his life tragically to a dog, but she couldn't get the constant sound of gun shots out of her head. First Snakeroot narrowly dogging a bullet. And then Raven was shot before her eyes.... then when she ran to help the rabbits escape the barn, one of the hutch rabbits was shot before her. And when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she found herself staring almost down the barrel of the farmers gun before all had gone black and she awoke, cowering in a bush with Pepper.
She quickly pressed her paws to her face and shook those thoughts away. No more. Things were finally beginning to heal and they had managed to bring back at least a little bit of flay for the warren. Now was the time to recover, and so she slowly crept her way outside. Her entire back haunches ached, the left side especially from where she was hit, but it seemed like a dull ache compared to the first few nights. As long as she was slow, it was alright.... though as she popped her head out into the open air and slowly drug herself out of the ground, she noticed two others had had the same idea.
'Stretching the leg?' she heard one ask and quickly realized who it was. The one hutch rabbit she saw downed before her. Thank Frith he seemed to be recovering just as well as she was. At least physically. A small giggle escaped her throat as she pressed her paws too the face. "I see I'm not the only one with the idea to get out and stretch."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 6:55 pm
Darkbrier peered to the first speaker, and then the second, a bemused smile settling onto her face as she realized what was happening. Was Frith reading her thoughts again? "Oh, aye. Stretching. I think if I'd had to sit still in that hole with my sister fussing over me like I was a kitten for another hour I'd have gone mad. Though she'll come fuss at me when she finds I've left without her permission, but at least I'll be outside."
She turned, shifting carefully as she felt the skin around the bite wound in her shoulder and back stretch. A nod was given to Aythi. "I think I remember seeing you before the start. Don't recall your name, apologies. I am Darkbrier. I hope you're recovering well enough?"
She turned to include the buck in that last statement and peered at him for a moment and drew a blank on his identity. That probably meant he was one of the new ones. "You... were from the farm, weren't you?" Another long look. "Look a bit like my father did, come to think. He was a hutch rabbit. Would be kind of funny if we were lost kin or some such, eh?" She grinned a bit. "Well, wouldn't mind adopting you, either way. My little brother is ever bemoaning having no one but teasing sisters to talk to."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 7:21 pm
The buck smiled softly as another seemed to come up for air. Seemed like all the wounded had much the same idea.
"Honestly, I'd feel better to actually get a chance to run. I've lived in a cage my whole life, and even though running that night at the farm was a rather painful experience with the given wound, it was rather exhillarating! I'd love to be able to do that again, though..." he frowned a bit and looked almost angrily at his healing wound. "Guess I'll have to wait a bit longer to experience it in a much lighter manner..."
He shook himself, inhaling sharply as pain shot through his hindquarters in the effort, but he played it cool!
On the exhale he began by continuing the conversation, hobbling slowly towards the two does with obvious interest to merely chat with them. "You pegged me. I'm from the farm. Though now I can honestly say I'm glad to be out of there."
"The name's Smudge..." he trailed a bit, eyes drifting to his forepaws. "Or it was. Kinda not liking that name too much anymore. I've been thinking of taking on a new name since I'm technically starting in on a new life and all that. Something that fits."
He took time to raise himself up. The new angle brought forth new pain in his leg, but he managed without too much of a fuss. Once at a standing sit, he began washing his face. "I wouldn't know about all that." he started on Darkbrier's statement and query about her father. "I don't recall my father. Just brief moments of our mother. The rest is just my brother, sisters and me all huddled in that cage for months." He shrugged a bit then and dropped back down to nibble a bit on some grass.
"Whoa!" he suddenly exclaimed. "You all get to eat this stuff as often as you like?!" He took a few mouthfuls of the grass and munched hungrily. Once his palette was clear he chuckled a bit. "This is much better than those pellets or hay the Farmer gave us!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 8:17 pm
 Normally Betony didn’t like being alone. She wanted to be around other rabbits, she wanted to know their names, and she wanted to know their stories. She wanted bucks to spend the night in her den.
After the raid was different. She spent the night huddled alone in her den and as the adrenaline wore off, it finally sunk in that she had almost died. With all the gunshots and the dog and who knows what, some other rabbits probably had died. For once in her life, she needed to be alone. She couldn’t bear to have anyone see her like that – weak, terrified.
She spent several days in her den, but enough was enough. Hunger drove her out and she went to silflay on the Down as if nothing had happened. It was the bucks’ fault, she decided; too few of them had stepped up to the plate, so the does had been forced to risk their necks instead. Her team hadn’t even been led by a proper owsla officer. Granted, Raven was terrifying, but still…
She recognized two of the other does from the raid talking to a buck she didn’t recognize. She eavesdropped for a while before hopping over. “You should call yourself Buckshot,” she said, gesturing at his wound.
Maybe Betony was a social rabbit, but that didn't mean she was a nice one.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 6:27 pm
Aythi smiled at Darkbrier as best she could. She was still shaken up from the entire event, but then again who wasn't? It was her first raid and after that shot, she wasn't sure if it would also be her last. Extending her leg a little bit and glancing at her back left hip at the healing wound, she couldn't help but laugh slightly as the dark doe fussed about a fussy sister. "Ah, fussy family. Can't say I have many left in the warren." she said with a smile. It didn't bother her too much really as she considered just about everyone on the down her family in some ways. "Oh, forgive me, my name is Aythi. I was on team one raiding the food bins..." she paused, noting the other doe's scratches. "Were you on the team attacked by a cat?" she tilted her head curiously....
Though her voice trailed off as the hutch rabbit began to speak and get excited about the grass. She giggled. "You should see it when its not in winter. Much better pickings." she said, trying not to glance down at his gun shot wound, but it made her curious. She wanted to ask the others who had gotten shot what they had felt... if it was similar to her experience.... or if they had seen the black rabbit dancing tauntingly in front of them. And then her ears pricked again to the sound of a familiar voice.
"Betony... glad to see your doing well." she said, tossing the other brown doe her green gaze, wondering how her neck was feeling since being caught in the snare... but she held off. She got the feeling that Betony wasn't much of a social rabbit, especially after the raid, but never the less Aythi was quite pleased to see someone from her team still alive and hopping. The brown doe's words brought another soft giggle to her throat as she put her paws to her muzzle. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to laugh." she turned her attention back to the hutch rabbit. "Buckshot would be a rather fitting name." she smiled, taking her paws and running them slowly over one ear as she flexed her one hind leg again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 12:24 pm
Darkbrier nodded to Aythi. "Ah, nice to meet you properly then. I hadn't heard a great deal about what happened to the other teams." She glanced toward the bite wound. "Been a bit out of it since we made it back." She also nodded to the question about the cat attack. "Oh, aye. Gave 'im a broken jaw for his trouble, biting me like that. Our Owsla tore his ear clean off, and the runner fair tore his flank apart. Fled to his nest and bled out by the time we got through with him." She snorted. "Was a good group we had, 'cept for poor Ray. Not that he was a bad rabbit, mind, but... that wasn't the sort of situation he should have been put in, I feel."
She turned to the buck. "Well, the smell's wrong for you to be kin, honestly. Just musing aloud, it's of no mind." She stretched her shoulders a bit gingerly. "And eh, I'm not the best runner, but after we both heal up I'd not mind someone to buddy up with and get myself back in form."
She stared at Betony for a good few moments after her initial comment before finally chortling at the humor of it. "Well, not the most tactful name mayhap, but certainly a commemorative one of your day of freedom, aye? An apt description of events, that one."
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 1:04 pm
 Camellia woke up to the sound of her hungry stomach making noise. "Mhmmhm- another day went by and i still feel so tired" she said, as she slowly stretches her legs. The pain in her haunches seem to have lessened a little. Turning her head around to take a good look at where the dog had bit her, she did not like the scars she's seeing. "Ugh now i have ugly marks" she said, a bit grumpily. Getting up slowly, she makes her way through her tunnel and was now at the entrance of the burrow. She hesitated to go out further but didn't want to block the path for others. Her stomach made another noise and she knew she had to get out to feed herself. Scanning the open area, she saw that other rabbits had the same idea as her, and hopped out slowly towards a small patch of dried grass not too far from the burrow. With ears drooping down she did not make any effort to keep them up and on alert. She crouched down and started to munch on her breakfast ignoring other rabbits around her in the Down. "Sorry guys, hunger comes first." Bits of grass fell out of her mouth as she spoke to no one in particular. [ am i supposed to post in here for post raid rp? if not i will delete my post o-o ]
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:54 pm
Where most anybunny in his position would have probably taken the "rude" mention to heart and gone on the offensive, this Buck merely tilted his head in contemplation.
Buckshot.
It had a simple ring to it that fit so well. And the others that chimed in - probably in efforts to avoid any conflict in the matter - all had really valid points. It was a rather fitting name, given his situation. A fitting and well deserved name!
Aythi's unintended giggling brought forth a chuckle of his own and a wide, warm grin to his face. "I like that!" he stated with an almost elated charm to his tone. "I actually like that a lot!"
He hunkered himself down into a cozy little huddle of bunny, ears relaxing a bit. "Buckshot." he chuckled again then laughed. "Oh, I can't wait to tell my brother and sisters."
He shifted himself a bit in his musings, stretching the leg out behind him completely. "Hey, if you all don't mind me asking..." he started again, seeming to don on a more serious tone to his features. "What's it like living out here in the warren? I've been cooped up in the dens these few days and I've only concluded that everyone seems to have a job or something. I want to know more of your ways." He shuffled slightly on his paws. "Nature and Warren permitting, I'd like to find my place in the Warren in the future, you know?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:23 pm
The brown doe's ears twitched at the mention of the poor old rabbit, though she found herself agreeing somewhat. He should have stayed at home here on the down.... but it seemed Inle' had decided it was his time and who was she to argue with that. Instead, she turned her focus back on the others. "Well thank Frith you all managed to down the cat without any more serious injuries." she said with a soft sigh, placing her smile back on her muzzle.
She nodded briefly at Camellia, letting the doe get her fill of foo as she turned her attention back to the newly named Buckshut. "Then pleasure to meet you formerly, Buckshot." she smiled, sitting up slightly to stretch out her sore back. That farmer couldn't have picked a better place to nail her than a place that seemed to make her entire body ache. But she grumbled in silence and flickered her ears in thought at Buckshot's words. "Well as you can gather... its not easy." she said in a slight chuckle, glancing down at her wound. Though that wasn't the best way to start off a conversation about living on the down but at the moment. "We do have ranks, if thats what you mean by jobs. Runners who are the fleetest of foot for patrols or tasks that require speed. Owsla are our elite rabbits. They are usually the strongest at smartest..... at least to name a few." she paused and ran a paw over her ear. "Then there are storytellers who help to pass down our history and seers who have a rare gift of sometimes seeing visions." she said and stared at him hard, trying to picture in her mind where he might end up in the future. She giggled again at the thought of him becoming a storyteller. He seemed amusing enough for the role.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:30 am
Camellia saw a friendly doe nod at her. "I didn't think anyone would have heard me..." she said in a surprised tone. Lifting one ear forward, blocking her right field of view, she listened in on the conversation of the other two rabbits near her as she took a few more bites to eat... "Buckshot" was being said and she looked up at the two. She knew that'd be the name of the new buck since she'd seen the doe around the warren. With a gentle soundless hop forward, trying not to cause the pain in her haunches to stir up again, she went up to the buck and circled around him slowly. "Buckshot. Nice to meet you I'm Camellia but you can call me Cam," she said as she was now behind him. She noticed his gunshot wound and took a moment to stare at it, lifting her paws to wipe her whiskers, before hopping off towards the other doe. "I see that the farmer gave you a souvenir to take along with you" she said sarcastically. "And what's your name?" she asked, fixing her gaze on the doe. "I'm Camellia, our team killed a cat" she said with a grin, exposing her sharp front teeth.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 6:31 am
Darkbrier smiled bemusedly at the whole situation as Buckshot decided to change his name. He had a good sense of humor, at least. "Mind, the vast majority of us don't really have an official rank. We just do the best we can, and step up when we're called upon. We have to work together to survive." She tapped her chin. "Teaching you of Frith and Inle', and El-Ahrairah, and our history... might be best left to the story tellers, though. Perhaps I can get Ebony off my back, too, she loves to listen to the old tales, I could probably get her to take you to one." Two birds with one stone, as they say? Perhaps.
The dark doe was pleased when Camellia came out to join them, all be it not immediately. She couldn't blame the other for wanting some flay first. As much as Dark might complain about Ebony's fussing she knew she was quite lucky to have family willing to look after her and make sure she was fed in the state she'd been in. Not everyone was that fortunate. "Cam, good to see you. And that you're up and about. You had us worried." She moved over a bit gingerly to touch noses in greeting. That Cam was up and walking, if not yet running, eased her mind a bit.
She peered between the others, particularly those who'd been shot, and shook her head. "Seems we all had some adventures during the raid, and not all pleasant ones."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 5:51 pm
Camellia was greeted with a touch on her nose, and was quite happy to see Darkbrier again. "Hey Dark. How are your wounds? Healing fast i hope?" she said, now lifting both ears up again. "I'm gonna have a jolt of pain every now and then for the winter season... Hm... At least I can still hop out for flay without having others bringing it to me" she said to her with a small nod.
Looking over at the buck, then to the doe, then back to Dark, then at her haunches, she made a full circle on the spot and faces Dark again. "Yup. It seems that we got ourselves quite a few stories to tell the others. Especially the young, curious ones." Camellia lifted up her right paw and started grooming it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:29 am
Buckshot looked to each Doe as they spoke, taking in their words and trying his best to commit them to memory. There'd be a lot to learn, that was for sure.
There were Runners, Owsla, Storytellers....
He immediately ruled Runner from his future plans with a somewhat grim glance at his wound. It was possible, of course, but he doubted he'd ever claim such a position in this life. Owsla was a possibility. He considered himself strong and smart, but something told him he'd really have to work hard to get such a position given the fact that he was still considered a pampered pet given his previous lifestyle...
Storyteller, on the other paw... That sounded more around his type of rank. His ears flicked at their description, not quite sure how much he'd like seeing visions, but the concept alone seemed interesting enough to look into at least.
His nose twitched him quickly back into reality as a Doe approached and circled him. "A pleasure to meet you, Cam." he started then chuckled a bit into a sigh. "Yeah. It'll at least be a memento for the life I used to have..."
His attention then swiveled to another Doe as she spoke up.
Frith? Inle'?... El-... ella-hay-rah? or... what?!
He blinked a moment then shook his head. "Listening to some of your historical tales might help cure some of the boredom of being cooped up in a burrow den, I'm sure." he started with a bit of a chuckle. "If Ebony wouldn't mind, I'd love to have company to see one of these Storytellers and listen to some of their stories."
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