Welcome to Gaia! ::

((This first post is an intro post. This RP is for the RP contest rabbits only, as they are all traveling together, and will not be introduced to the warren until BP is back.

This post will also dictate post order. If you want to join in, please join in at the -bottom- of the list to save us all some confusion.



And that's it from me! Happy posting everyone 3nodding ))

Dewberry was miffed. It had been a whole day of traveling from dawn till, well, now dusk. It wasn't quite so dark yet, however, and Frith was turning the same colour as her beautifully patterned back.
She was weary and hungry, and she was certainly making sure everyone knew about it.

"I say we rest now!" She demanded, moving in front of the striped leader to catch his attention. "It's getting dark out, and I'm tired and I'm Hungry! You can see anything coming anyway!" She protested, naive to the idea of keeping lookout or any such danger. She was always protected and always sheltered. She never had a worry to care about other than keeping herself well trimmed.

She huffed, scratching a burr from her ear as she tried her darnedest to avoid most of the other Rabbits. They were "common folk", to her. They were likely just as diseased as the rest of them, and she turned her nose up to them all except for the owsla captain, whom she was told to follow by her doting father; the only one she would obey without hesitation.

Coming up to the front of the group as Bramblebur stood sentry and made his announcement, she took silent stock of the others. Some were better off, most seemed more like her current state. There was no denying the toll it was taking on herself. She wouldn't speak of her aches though, physical or otherwise. There was simply no place for any more dark talk after what their little band had escaped. She watched Dewberry with a bit of worn exasperation, but found Swift's reaction uncalled for; something she found herself doing a lot. Frowning, she stepped in front of the young doe.

"Now Swift-Claw, you're stepping out of line. Dewberry was talking to Bramblebur, not you. He can handle her without your interference, and even as it were; you'll do no such thing as harm her. We're all each other has, and like it or not, you're going to have to get used to it."

She sighed wearily, her nose wrinkling with disdain.

"And as for you, Dewberry. We are all tired and we are all hungry. We just have to make best of it, we all need to think of each other as well now."


((if this color is too light, let me know and I'll change it))

He wasn't listening.

Or, well, he might of been listening.

It would be hard for one to guess just by glancing at the oddly hued rabbit that was bringing up the rear of their exhausted little squad of the forsaken survivors of the disease ridden warren. His pink eyes were cast down and his long, floppy ears flounced with every bound that his heavy set, weary body took.

The cooling affect that the approaching evening had on the heat of the day was much welcomed, although the sinking sun increased the amount of shadows. Shadows. Shadows meant death. Death and Zorn. Zorn was in the shadows. His crimson hued frame quivered slightly as he thought about his more recent visions.

Death had been dancing in the deep tunnels of the warren. It was taunting him, warning him, but he was too timid, despite his massive frame, to efficiently warn his fellow lapine. The Black Rabbit came swiftly and efficiently. He had no idea what it was, for it was obviously not the White Blindness.

It could of been a curse.

Curse or not, the easiest to blame were he and that poor, retched black doe that he often stuck close to (whether she liked it or not). He felt a sort of kinship, only because the strange hues of their fur and the general dislike that they shared in the eyes of the other rabbits.

"Daintypaws."

That was the only word to leave him after the long period of silence he had been giving them. The evening before he had been raving about who carried death with them, so they were probably thankful for the silence the had between these too moments.

If Amita couldn't see her small paws grasping the ground weakly before her, she'd have sworn that they'd run off on her ages ago. The terrible throbbing that had become familiar to the young lass in between each and every toe had dissolved into the air. No longer could she count each and every beat the pain pounded off. Instead, she could feel nothing. She had become numb to the endless trek they had begun so long ago.

Yet even so, an invisible vine still pulled her forward and into the unknown. No matter how many times she wished they'd stop so she could close her eyes and dream of their once grand home; she'd suddenly feel the need to keep going. To conquer the pain. To overcome the dreary travel.

At least she wasn't alone. That thought too made the trek less horrendous. Shire, bold and brave, still walked alongside her. Words of encouragement ever so softly reached her ears whenever she wanted to give up and roll over in defeat. He'd never leave her. This Amita knew all too well.

As they walked along, Amita trailing a little further from the group, her heart jumped a beat and a half when she saw the orange beauty leap before their leader. In no time flat a quarrel, like wild fire, broke out upon the two visible sides. Even with two bodies trying to break it up, Amita's eyes lingered upon the strange red rabbit as he hissed his single word. Oh what a shiver that one little word brought down upon her spine.

"B-Brother..." The lass whispered as she drew ever so close to the fairly larger male. "I don't believe they should be fighting...Like the others say," She tilted her head towards the female known as Ivy and the lad, AiLein. "W-We'll be there soon. So getting into an argument is just nonsense." She paused and stared at the ground for a moment before directing her gentle eyes back onto his. "Right?"

Dewberry merely huffed at all the negative response she got. Useless, the lot of them. The only one worth even speaking to was Bramblebur, as he appeared to be the only one actually interested in dealing with her needs. Though of course her needs happened to coincide with everyone elses. But she didn't know nor care about this fact at all. As long as her demands were fulfilled.

She would be extactic to hear of the Thicket on the hill, if she had been paying attention. Though a small, irritating noise reached her ears;

Daintypaws

She had turned to glare with those pretty blue eyes she had been blessed with at the crimson buck behind the rest of them. She was all too aware of the nickname that referred to her. He had been preaching that her, along with the others had "the death" merely a day before.

And yet, despite his strange, yet welcomed silence most of the day, the first word the insane rabbit had muttered was the name that he appeared to use to mock her very being. It caused her small frame to tense up with anger, yet as much as she wanted to attack the other, she refrained. She was civilized, and heaven forbid rabbit blood would not be removed so easily from her fur.

Of course the was the risk of herself getting injured or even worse, scarred. Ninebark should feel lucky for these attributes, in her own, "perfect" little mind. Instead, she lashed out at him with her words, the only weapon she could safely use.

"How dare you! How dare you even think to try and use such a disrespectful term! Who do you think you are? If it wasn't for you and that freaky doe I bet we wouldn't even HAVE to be out here!" She barked, her back raised and her fur bristled, almost like a Pfeffa. Come to think of it, she even had the markings of one.

Her heart was beating rather fast as she waited for Swift-Claw to back down; most of the time she saw him as nothing more but an unruly kitten, but there were times when he truly frightened her. Though, in the current circumstances she supposed just about anything could give her a good scare. She inwardly sighed with relief when he moved a little further out, though she did worry for him. But it wasn’t long before yet another rivalry was breaking out. Closing her eyes and preying to Frith for patience and strength, she breathed slowly for a good few minutes before ignoring the banter and hopping after Bramblebur, wanting a quiet word with him if she could.

Ivy was grateful for his leadership, and the strong face he put on for their little band, but she really wanted to hear the truth. So there was a thicket for the night, but then what? Where were they going, and was there really any hope? There was no sense in sharing her worries with the rest, there was reason enough for them to fret and sending the younger ones into tharn wouldn’t do.

Listening to the others behind her, and taking a glance at her surroundings for good measure to make sure of their safety, she decided it might be best to approach him once they reached cover. She could talk privately to him then without everyone watching or perhaps listening in.

"It's easy. Very easy to use. Heheh, Daintypaws." The hefty buck sat back on his haunches and his floppy ears dangled near his face as he peered down at Dewberry with his pale, pink eyes. He was large in size and often put good faith in his bulk, for others tended to be at least a little bit wary of fighting with him. (His coat color often helped with this, too). On top of that, Dewberry was known for wanting to stay clean and although she puffed up like any Pfeffa, he doubted she would actually make an attack. If she did, he would of been extremely surprised, but also would defend himself to the best of his abilities.

"You think that she and I poisoned the warren just by existing? No, no, not that. Never. Not that. Never that. Love our warren, we did. I did. Speaking for myself. Never bring harm, only help. Keep the rest safe, keep the rest safe. Death is there, dancing, and it dances after us this moment! Whining to stop, you are, wanting to rest, you are. Stop and it will find us. Stop for too long and it will claim us! Must keep moving, or we will all be rotting flesh and bone and carrion for the Elil, if we are not so rancid that we are inedible." He prattled on, even as Ailein approached and bounded before him.

In his defense?

Ninebark couldn't help but to feel slightly thankful that the Owsla, despite being the youngest and clearly the weakest of the trio, was on his side for the moment. He couldn't help but to eye the buck's ear and judge personality based on it.

Of course, Swift-Claw was a bit of a bully, that much had to be considered and he knew this well.

"Ailein is right! You see? You see? Cannot stop, though paws are weary! Death! It is following us! It is on the wind! It is dancing! Must keep moving to get away from it!" He harped soundly and turned his odd gaze towards the other members, the few survivors of their past warren, in a desperate attempt to try and get them to see what he saw.