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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:09 pm
Now he was hopping more confidently foreward, especially as he had somewhat seen something in the distance, a mere dot from their current location. It was a rock, under wich he hid his den as to not get his feathers stolen.
"I'm not sure how to call them. Sorta like those things walking sticks use. " He said. He could sometimes find thin vines or stuff to make 'necklaces' of sorts, but those took hours, maybe days to finish with no poseable thumbs, and they didn't normally last long. "I learned how to make them back when I was a kit, cause there wasen't much to do. But I didn't steal feathers then, I found them. "
He grinned, taking a large hop foreward and puffing up proudly as he didn't let anything fall. "You can say he's good, " Iva said, turning slightly. "He can get sorta bossy sometimes, though. "
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:28 pm
“The walking stick men?” She questioned, her bright eyes glistening. Man- that was one creature she did not know. Amédia, her Goddess, once she had revealed herself to not be just a kindly old rabbit, had used her powers to make her into lion. It wasn’t much like man- but she tended to relate anything strange to that moment. She could tell that Amédia did not have particularly strong illusionary powers however- she had only been able to mask either herself, or her young student at the time, and she seemed tired afterwards.
The thought faded, and Arcadia perked her ears. “Oh, I understand! They must be very pretty. I love things like that.” Pretty bobbles- she kept them with the same hoarding ferocity that she kept herbs.
“When I was a kitten, I mostly stuck around the den.” Arc reminisced. “Mother was very strict about that. We never all had the same father- Dads kept getting whacked somehow. Mother started to get very paranoid.” She couldn’t even remember her father. But she remembered some of the other suitors to the old doe. “A mouse though! That’s company. It gets lonely sometimes just with herbs, they don’t talk. But I’m always taking care of something or another- well, except now, but that’s because I’m planning to travel.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:52 pm
The hare shrugged slightly, indicating that he had no idea how to explain the walking stick men. He continued hopping along, carefull with rocks.
"Mine aren't too good, tho. " He grinned pathetically.
"My mom didn't keep the same dad ever. Even if he was alive. " He frowned. "She just went and got busy whenever she could. It was annoying. " He flattened his ears slightly.
many hops later, he was infront of the rock he had spotted early. "here tis! " He grinned, setting his pile down, then putting his front paws agains the rock, pushing as hard as he could. "I gotta make sure no one tries to-- get this den-- cause.. too many feathers. " He explained in relation to therock, it would be horrible if something got in and messed with his feathers!
The rock off, the entrance was quite tight. He slid the herbs and his two hawk feathers down inside carefully, arising a suprized squeak from something inside, and then a shuffling. The reddish male scurried in afterwards, the squeaky voice of a mouse chattering loudly, and a grunt from the hare. Apperently he was pushing somewthing somewhere, wich were the herbs into a ifferent, unused section of the den.
"You can come in-- and Puku, don't go biting, kay? "
A small snort could be heard, and then a tiny scrabbling of paws raced around inside the den.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 6:11 am
Arcadia followed behind Iva, clutching the small pieces of herb debris. It was true- monogamy probably was not big on the rabbit list of virtues. Her mother had always attempted to be monogamous- but every time the next Dad didn’t come home, she went out and found another. She’d had at least eight dads over the course of her life; it was hard to say who was the current one. After she’d taken up healing, it had been hard to keep tabs with them all.
The path continued- and sooner then later they were in front of the large and heavy stone. Her eyes widened as she looked about for the hole. Her mouth opened for a second to ask- but she was then quickly shushed by Iva, who began to push a large rock out of the way of the small opening. “Ah-!” Arc peeped, suddenly understanding. She didn’t know who would steal feathers- but she could imagine that there must have been some animals that would do it.
As soon as the rock was removed, Iva moved inside, dragging along with him the horde of various objects Arcadia had passed onto him. She hopped a bit closer to the den, touching the rock with a mixture of suspicion and awe, before dropping to all fours and slowly crawling into the opening of the den.
It was dark at first because of the rock- and she had to blink her eyes a few times to get a good look at the insides of the rock den.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:58 am
Inside the tunnel became drastically wider, a mouse could perhaps be seen scuttling along the tunnel, then vanishing in the walls. Perhaps the walls themselves explained that, many feathers were stuffed into them, roots digging into the dirt, in such way that in some patches it was even hard to see the walls.
The tunnel ended soon enough, but there were three other tunnels feeding from it. One was were Iva' had put his herbs, food, and the stuff he 'made' with feathers. The second was smallest, mostly hidden behind feathers, where Puku the mouse had made a nice little place for himself. The other one led towhere Iva slept if he spent the night 'home'.
"Uh-- you can put your stuff there for now. " The reddish-male popped up from the 'storage' he'd just been in, indicating back towards it with his ear. "You can sleep over there. " Now he indicated towards the 'nest'.
Maybe, if some saw his 'bed', they'd wonder why he didn't spend the whole day sleeping. Inside the tunnel where he slept, the walls closed almost perfectly around the nest, made mostly of downfeathers, and some large, ostrich ones. There was no way he'd ever pluck feathers off an ostrich; he's simply found them. They weren't pretty, but nice and soft, perfect for bedding.
The walls had feathers here too, but down feathers instead, so if one rolled, instead of thumping against a hard dirt wall, they'd just snuggle up into nice soft feathers.
If there was something Iva had learned from his mother, it'd been make beds.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:42 am
Arcadia slowly walked behind Iva as she entered the den, her head directed towards the ceiling and walls- almost every inch of the place seemed to be meshed with feathers of all shapes and colors. Most of them seemed to be natural colors- but a few were brightly colored, almost like they had come from parrots or other obnoxiously colored creatures. A few of the floating tendrils caught her against the nose, and she rose a paw to snuff out a sneeze.
“Here- yes, okay.” Arc replied, pulling one of the Kola nuts out of her mouth, and placing the rest of the bundled herbs down where she had been instructed to. Out of the corner of her bright eyes- she watched what might have been a mouse, slowly curling out and about the wild feathers.
“I’ve never seen a burrow quite like this.” Arcadia admired, rising up to her hind legs. It was rather spacious for just a lone rabbit- although, she did remind herself he shared it with a mouse. The idea of it brought a smile to her face, and slowly she moved towards the nest.
“What kind of feathers are these?” She asked, indicating the ostrich ones. They were larger then the rest, and perhaps the most oddly plumed as well.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:33 am
Iva had shoved his two hawk feathers into the wall already, and Puku had soon come to poke at them and arrange them the way he liked them. Puku was an odd mouse; he liked everything nice and tidy. He was confused as to why Iva' haden't shoved the white feather anywhere yet, but apperently decded not to ask.
"Those are ostrich feathers. " He said, moving to his nest and picking up the first one between his paws. "They're pretty ugly, but their soft, so I use them for sleeping. " He grinned, setting it back and bouncing onto his bed as if to make his point clear.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:55 am
Arcadia turned her head to watch a small mouse begin to rearrange feathers, and she had to stifle a soft giggle as he seemed to be flustered over the places Iva had kept them. “He doesn’t seem to like your decorating.” She noted, and then turned her attention back to his bed, which he was now hoping upon.
“Ostrich!” It dawned on her, and she touched the feathers. She could see it now- the plumes that struck out from the large bird’s backs. “I rarely see them. They’re pretty in their own way, I think. Like a kind of root.” She admitted, and placed both paws on the bed.
She’d never felt a bed made of feathers before. Her mother had uses pieces of her own fur when it fell off- and Arcadia herself usually made her bed out of the excess moss used for bandages. “Much more comfortable then moss!” She added.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:02 am
"He's idy, I'm not. " Iva admitted. "But putting them on the walls was my idea! " He said loudly, so that Puku could hear it. In return, a tinny squeak came from somewhere among the feathers. "Mostly, he just tidies them up, they're usually ruffld when they get here. " The hare shrugged.
"They're sorta odd, tho. But they're big, so I didn't dare take these off of them! I got them off their nests, after the chicks hatch, there are usually a few. " He nodded.
He rolled off the nest so that she could try it. The softer feathers were, afterall, in the middle. "Yeah! And I don't need to keep pulling my fur off to make it. " He grinned stupidly. Technically, he was pulling it off from someone, though.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:13 am
Arcadia smiled, watching the mouse tidy. “So much better then me. I always have such a clutter. Herbs everywhere- my teacher always scolded me for being cluttered. Herbs can react differently if they are place with other herbs. You have to be careful.” She waved her paw. “I think we all need a little tidy mouse.”
As he moved aside, she took the invitation to hesitantly climb in the nest. It was larger then hers- probably because Iva was quite a bit bigger then her. It had felt and looked soft from where she had stood, but now as she sank against it she could hardly believe how soft it really was.
“Wow-“ She peeped, and leaned back so she was belly up. “Much better then grass or fur!”
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:38 am
The male grinned, and streched a bit. "Yeah, he arranges most of the stuff around here. " Puku scuttled by and looked at them in a triumphant expression, showing that he'd heard what had been said, and scurried off to arrange the herbs proudly, tail in the air.
Iva nodded. "Yeah. Bird down is very soft-- especially owl! Tats why I'm going to try and get some owl feathers tonight. " He said matter-of-factly, swishing his paw over the nest and bringing up a few feathers, only picking a few ad showing them to her. "These are owl eathers, and they're very soft so they can fly silently. "
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:45 am
Arcadia touched the owl feathers, letting the soft pink padding of her paws trace across them. Her ears flattened cautiously, and she looked up back towards Iva. “Don’t you get frightened, going after owls?” She asked. The thought of it reminded her of her mother’s owl drills- bodies flat against the earth, eyes wide and mouths gaping for air as they waited for the shadows to pass. It seemed amazing that a rabbit could stand up to them.
“I think I would be very scared.” She admitted, picking up one of the smaller feathers from the nest, and twiddling it between her paw. She moved over so he could sit down as well- it felt somewhat embarrassing to be taking up his bed.
“Do you stay out all night?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 12:10 pm
Iva shook his head, shrugging. "I don't really go after them. I just wait for them to come after me. " He grinned meekly, putting his front paws on the nest.
"Nah. The only problem with owls s that its harder to know if they're coming. " He frowned. Owls were smarter than hawks, too.
"Maybe. Depends if I find owls or not. " He blinked. He got the goddes' feather, who had untill now still been with its 'root' in his mouth, and placed it in a corner of the den, away from the other feathers as to not get mized up. "I gotta find out what I should do with that, tho. "
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:19 am
Arcadia absently fluffed the nests feathers, flattening her ears. She had a soft smile across face as he spoke about his adventures against owls- although she was not quite sure why. It seemed so foreign to her- but in a way, sometimes healing was about as dangerous, wasn't it? Dangerous diseases...although, she couldn't remember the last time when she had to treat something coetaneous like that. "I don't think I've ever heard of one of us standing up against animals that devour us..."
As she trailed off, tilting her head to the side and he finished his statement, she suddenly turned and moved her paws together. "I think you should wear it-" She explained, her ears arcing. "I am sure just keeping it will be luck enough, but going after owls- it must be better to keep it around."
She hobbled off the nest, and took a few hops forward, observing the feather that he had placed in the corner of the den. "Although-" Arcadia smiled, and rubbed her whiskers. "You must think me silly. It really is a special feather- Amédia is the goddess of healing; it must carry with it some good fortune."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 4:10 pm
He scurried around the den, grabbing a few seeds to eat quickly, shoving them in his mouth so that his cheeks got puffy, to finish eating later,then blinking at Arc. "Being different is nice sometimes, you're sure to not get forgotten. " He grinned, though that wasn't why he 'hawk hunted'. He liked the feathers, and this way, if some hawks knew hm, they might not even go for him.
He smiled at the suggestion of wearing the feather, and nodded. "I'll do that then, Arc! Listen to a specialist. " He nodded seriously, but that sense vanished when he girnned meekly. "Now listen to my point, if a hawk ever goes for you, just sit there, 'n jump away last second! Their slow to take off again. "
He flicked his ears, and scurried towards the entrance of the burrow, peeking his brown head out, scanning the lands before going out, in return peeking his head back in. "I beleive ya, if you beleive I got all these feathers. " He smiled once more, then jumped up on he rock he used to block the entrance, probably out of view from her now. It was getitng darker, owls and others would be out soon.
"I best be on my way, Arc. " He said, jumping down and going to view of the entrance, peering inside. "Anything you need? "
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