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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 11:41 am
Everyn looked around as the faces of the young and old became excited and suddenly understanding, at the direction that the story had taken. The Flay-rah. Yes, Everyn remembered it well, the taste lingering on her tongue, begging to be found again. But certainly the cost had not been worth it, she thought gravely, remembering the lives that had been sacrificed at it's cost. She became sad, but did her best to hide this from the others. Loss was a very difficult thing to remember indeed... Even if she hadnt known them by name which was the least they deserved...
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 12:49 pm
Talfryn's gaze swept across the collection of outskirters, trying to gauge their reaction to the mention of flay-rah... and elil. Many of the young naturally seemed more than a little excited at the idea of the best of flay and, judging by the gleam in some of the young bucks eyes... at the glory of being the one to bring it home. He had never understood why so many outskirters, even some of the younger adults seemed so eager to jump into the jaws of death to snatch flay within. Far too often death took the form of a dog... Jaws from which there was no escape.
Talfryn shook his head wearily. The sad fact was that many of these young hopefuls would likely get their chance. Frith forbid that their raids would go the way this one did.
His gaze then moved to the adults. The white buck still stood in the corner, giving the impression of a quietly smouldering fire. The young doe was still huddled among the outskirters, but her expression bore none of their rapture. Hide it though she tried, the sadness in her eyes was clear to see... Both of them were proof that with age, the dangerous desire for glory began to fade.
Talfryn's eyes finally rested back on those of the story teller.. What was it... U'ltherii...? U'ltera? He had never been good with names... The doe seemed to have stalled in her story. Perhaps memories best left forgotten? He shuddered... Memories of the sort he wished never to obtain... But in any case, the pause seemed to have one or two of the more impatient outskirters fidgeting. He perked his ears up and down a few times to get her attention, then slowly moved one paw in a circular motion, gently prompting her to continue.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 9:00 pm
Azolla felt what his sister did, a growing feeling of boredom.
They had been lectured time and time again about Frith and of their own origins. And of elil. They certainly did bring a chill down his spine, but he did his best to match his sister's obvious disinterest.
Yet as soon as U'tuhlroo mentioned the raid and of the things to be found there, his small, reddish eyes seemed to grow as wide as saucers. His floppy ears perked as much as they could, under their own weight, and he leaned forward slightly. His little mouth felt as though it was watering at the thought of delicious flay-rah.
He certainly wanted to try and get some one day! Maybe he would get his father's attention, at least a little bit, if he managed to be successful in a raid.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:58 pm
Oh, Frith... Did that buck just wave at her? He must have noticed her lapse of attention. No more spacing out... She needed to concentrate on his ears, that's right. Deeep breaths.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat, "Yes. Where there is flay-rah there is always the risk of elil lurking about, so you have to worry about a lot more than humans if you want to go on a farm raid and get out alive."
She remembered the scent of the weasel, the scent of blood, of death. The black outskirter in the back had been there and would know what she was talking about, but would the others?
"And don't think you could just outrun them, or outsmart them," she said, "We lost an owsla officer in the raid, and he did nothing wrong. He did everything he was trained to do and he still died."
In the beginning she had told herself that he had been targeted because of his pale coat colour, but that was no comfort and she wasn't sure it was true. It could have been any of them, but if the weasel had targeted a rabbit that didn't put up such a fight it might have gone on and killed more rabbits. Only Frith knew.
((OOC: I know some of the outskirters have grown OOC since we started, but for the sake of continuity they're still outskirters IC in this RP, right?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:03 pm
((oc: Yes, a character is at the stage they started the rp at throughout the entire rp, unless the owners agree on otherwise. So Crow is still an outskirter here <3 ))
He hadn't noticed her pause. He was also somewhere else between his ears, remembering. It actually shocked him a little when U'tuhlroo cleared her throat and continued, and he focused on her again. He hadn't seen Blue Flax's death, though he'd heard plenty of it. The weasel, the hawk, cat, dog, and the farmer. It was amazing any of them came back alive really. The image of his sister struggling against the snare sprung to mind, and he shook his head as he tried to dispel the image.
This wasn't helping his state of mind, but he felt compelled to sit for a few moments longer. He wanted to let her know it was alright somehow. That it needed to be said. But Crow couldn't really find the words, and he didn't know how to comfort himself, much less someone else. He looked on, feeling a bit lost, and then slowly made his way out of the honeycomb, no longer feeling like venturing outside for silflay.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 2:16 am
Tangleweed flicked a black ear as he listened, unsure of what the correct reaction would be in this situation.
The owsla officer that the doe referred to had been a friend of his, one of the rabbits who had made him feel welcome in the new warren. The knowledge that he wouldn't see Blueflax again... it was a terrible thing to think on.
Was he being selfish--focusing on his friend when others had lost as well? The whole raid had been an awful mistake.
Humans were narrow-minded and were only concerned with what they considered to be theirs. They were dangerous because they defended their flay, it was not common practice for farmers to go out of their way to kill rabbits who had done nothing. A clever thief could take insignificant amounts of the delicacy and never be caught. If the the raid had been smaller, less noticeable, could they have slipped in and out with greater ease? Would a band of fewer rabbits have avoided the attention of the elil?
The buck crouched down in a more comfortable position as he thought. The whole expedition had been a sad waste, both of opportunities and lives.
Softly Tangleweed cleared his throat, then he asked in an honest tone. He wanted a strait answer, to give some kind of calm to his troubled thoughts. At the risk of ruining the atmosphere of the story, Tangleweed couldn't help the desire for explaination.
Addressing the doe he said,"We, as decedents of El-ahrairah, have danger everywhere we go, and cross enemies in every place we find ourselves. This is the way of life. Other raids have been successful, because they were planned with great craft. Perhaps... if the officer that was killed did everything he was trained to, the one who is at fault is not him, but instead his superior. Isn't it the responsibility to the Owsla Captain to ensure the safety of the others?"
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