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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:40 pm
The blue-sided doe twitched an ear, a slightly incredulous smirk on her muzzle. "Sounds delicious. I do like a nice tasty tuber myself- when they're in season. Though it being so late in the year, if you dug it up this morning, I can't imagine that it was anything but shriveled and dry. Are you sure that you harvested it yourself?" She knew that this could not be; there must be other factors in regards to the whole story. And Wildwood's own body was betraying her, too; she was resonating nervousness. But she wasn't going to press too hard just yet; she'd let the doe's story unravel on its own before actually asking the real questions.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:53 pm
"Well, this one was still good. A late one. Aberrant, but still good. The others weren't so great. I'd offer you one, but there weren't any good ones left. I guess I just got lucky, didn't I? I dug it up myself and enjoyed every bite of it." She twitched slightly, dearly wanting to curl up in her own, shared burrow. She didn't like this, didn't like this one bit at all. She couldn't change her story again. She was already having trouble keeping it straight.
"The outskirter was a young doe, Pitchweed, not a buck." The smaller buck's insults rolled off the giant rabbit like droplets of water on a duck's feather. He sat passively, ears twitching ever so slightly.
"The poor outskirter, though, starving and needing bean sprouts. Where was her marli in all this, I wonder." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You still have mulberries? They dropped ages ago and should be rotten by now. If you had some, I am sure you wouldn't mind still sharing with that poor, poor outskirter."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:55 pm
"They're hard to tell." He grumbled. "She never spoke. I mean, like that beast of a rabbit in with my sister, its hard to tell gender sometimes." He smirked. "Kind of like your first mate, right? I bet HE wanted some of your mulberries." He avoided the subject of mulberries. "And you know...those Marli can't watch them forever. She was probably off doing...some...raiding or something!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:04 pm
"Perhaps next late-summer, then, when they grow- then we can share them." Both does knew that they'd never share flay-rah together, not willingly anyways. This was the kind of speech that females of any species did- those twisty formalities to keep up an air of politeness.
"But... you seem so uncomfortable, Miss Wildwood. This is just a simple interview- there's no need to be so nervous! You know, you can tell me if you're hiding something for someone." She purposely didn't mention who that someone might be. "If someone else did something and you didn't, and you tell me, they'll never hear of it. It'll be our little secret." The Owsla doe took a small hop towards the other, twitching her nose as one would greet a friend. "Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll be down here longer- and I'm certain you wouldn't want that. No, you want to be reunited with your brother as soon as possible- but only the whole story will let that happen."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:21 pm
"Perhaps we will. I know a good spot." The doe agreed, knowing full well that it was something that would never happen. Even an order from the chief wouldn't be something that could make these does meet on friendly terms. She wanted to get out of there. She felt cornered, trapped, and the walls seemed to close in. If her scowl could have grown any larger, it would have, but that was physically impossible at this point and, instead, the rabbit gave a huff.
"I'm telling you, it was a freak accident. A hawk came down and attacked. It happens. Unfortunately, more than it really should have. It's part of being a rabbit. The reason I seem nervous is because you took my brother. I don't like being away from him. I don't want to bore you with the reasons why." She practically spat the words, shifting uncomfortably.
"You'd do well not to speak about Miss Crocus in such a manner and I've never had a mate." The rabbit wrinkled his nose, noticing quite quickly that the male was trying to avoid answering the question completely.
"You know, the faster you tell me the truth, the faster we can reunite you with your sister, so you can cut the hraka, Pitchweed. I don't want to be here any more than you do. Where did you get the mulberries, Pitchweed?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:31 pm
"Did I say Mulberry? I meant..." He paused, trying to think of any kind of berry growing in this frozen season. "I meant BLACK berries!" He chortled, nervously. He didn't have any mulberries, but he liked to use that excuse to tempt does into his burrow. "I am telling you, we had nothing to do with the doe getting hurt!" He stomped his hind leg, trying to tap to his sister and see if she was doing okay.
"Wild and I were out in the clov-bean sprout patch. And we were having our silflay...and then we saw the outskirter. Wild wanted to give her some of our bean sprouts and they attracted the attention of that hawk! I couldn't help that!" He snarked irritably.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:28 pm
"Oh, come now, you've got no need to worry about your brother. Being separated for a time won't kill you; it's certainly not killing him. If I know Badassi, I'm sure that he and your brother are having a wonderful time. I'm sure he's not anxious or uncomfortable; they're probably swapping stories about fights they've been in, does they've courted, you know. Buck talk." Truth be told, Crocus had no idea what they were up to. She didn't really know what 'buck talk' with Badassi would entail; she'd never heard him talk about his romantic exploits, though the stories behind a few of his scars were pretty legendary. "I'm certain though that he'd never resort to violence. Unless, of course, your brother's story didn't add up. But you're not worried about that, are you? Worried, perhaps that his story and yours won't match up when we compare them?" The doe's face got harder as she changed tack in the interrogation. "Worried, perhaps, that Badassi will shred those dark ears of his when he gets caught in a lie? Or perhaps put a scar on his face when all the inconsistencies in his story tumble out like windfallen berries? Because as long as he's telling the truth- the whole truth- he'll be fine. But make no mistake, my dear- none of the Owsla appreciate being lied to, and none of them are as loth to lay claws on a warren-mate as I am. If he's got a reason to lie and you want to protect him, perhaps you should tell me. I am, after all, a fairly patient doe." If the thought of her brother getting beaten up by a rabbit as large as Badassi wouldn't trip her up, nothing would.
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