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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:57 am
His shadow was growing long on the grass, making him look like a dream rabbit, perhaps what Inle' himself appeared as to the dying. Sage nibbled quietly as he thought on this, not really tasting whatever was in his mouth. The warren was unsettled lately, those that survived the scrapes now lived here among them; and although Sage didn't see a problem with this he knew that many others did. The talk of death, though done in low whispers in safe places, was a topic on everyone's mind and tongue lately. Sage didn't participate in this gossip much, not really seeing a point in it. If Inle' wanted any of them, he'd come, worrying about it wouldn't change much except you'd waste your precious days on worry.
So he loped along the Down, nibbling here and there while deep in thought. Automatically his ears tilted and pivoted to and fro, listening to the rhythms of the warren and for any danger as he enjoyed this late evening. It wasn't long before Frith started bleeding color on the world as he set behind the hills. Many of the rabbits headed back to the warren at this point, but Sage felt like staying out longer. Things were tense in the tunnels, and he'd rather be up here where it was peaceful for as long as he could.
He yawned and stretched, hopping towards the warren enough to feel safe before settling into a not-so-much abused patch of flay.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:53 pm
The sky was bleeding, like a Lendri had ripped Frith in half and dragged its massive claws down his haunches. And Sandbur was fascinated with this idea of death in the sky as she laid, very un-rabbit-like, on her back in a small cluster of leaves, looking up at the sky. She was special, that rabbit- special in thought, mindset and ideas. She was unafraid to lie on her back in the sunset, but she wouldn't eat any flayrah stolen from humans, nor would she speak of where she had come from.
She had been in the Down for about a month now and spoke rarely to others, though if they approached she didn't drive them away. She sighed, eyeballing the clouds. What made them move? she wondered. What force is dragging such a big mass, so high up, across the world, endlessly. Were they alive? They cried a lot and took shapes. She thought of herself as a vassal. In winter, she could make baby clouds when she came from her drowsy lull to flay. Was that how they were made? And they seemed to be pack creatures- either a lot in one place or none at all. Sometimes there would be an odd hlessi cloud, but they usually stayed together. She stretched, blinked rapidly, then went back to watching.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 3:32 am
Sage watched the sunset passively, bounding here and there as the grass became too worn down to grasp at. Occasionally he'd come across a bit of something tastier, but his attentions were elsewhere. He seemed to be the last rabbit out now, at least on this side of the Down. He pondered after the kittens trailing behind the marli, the dead lying in the scrapes. He somehow felt disconnected from the warren lately, like he wasn't fitting into something somewhere.
He shook it off and stood up to look around again, only for something to catch his interest. With the leaves starting to fall, some of the outskirters had made small gatherings of them in their play. But that was no outskirter, he was rather sure. Curious, he took a few steps forward, nose twitching. It was a doe, and perhaps injured! She looked to be in an odd position, as if wounded. Nervous now, He stood up on his haunches, searching the sky for a hawk or some other elil that could've done this. But the quickly darkening sky lay empty, and there was no smell to suggest an enemy. Perhaps disease? But no smell of that either.
A few more cautious steps, and he could tell she was still alive. She was breathing, and it didn't seem labored. He then realized he didn't recognize her. Was she one of those from the scrapes? It could explain why she was out here alone, the warren would be rather hostile to her he'd imagine. Perhaps she was even hurt by one of his own.
Angered by that idea, Sage hopped closer, now within talking distance of the creamy doe.
"Hello? Excuse me, but are you alright?"
He craned his neck to get a better view, ears twitching worriedly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:01 pm
Sandbur watched the clouds until the light began to slip from the sky. She was about to roll over and head to her tiny burrow on the side of the hill. It was away from the main warren and, if she were to silflay where the food was still fresh, she'd have a longer way to run if elil came. She didn't mind, though. It wasn't a home yet, but it was safe enough. She'd been picked on by another rabbit or two, but most avoided her, thinking her to be weird in the mind.
So at these rare kind words, she was not only shocked by his sudden appearance but by the firm, protective thrush in his voice. She wheeled to her feet and around, ears back, eyes wide and trembling, slightly shaken.
When she calmed, she paused and drank him with her eyes. Not a bad looking buck. Not too large, as some bucks at her warren had been, but not so small that he's be weak or scraggly.
"Yes, I'm fine." she said, fur laid back, giving him absolute submission, her head low and her rosy eyes gazing up at him. "I...I'm sorry if this is your flay spot...I..I didn't mean to use it. I was cloud watching, you see, facinating things, clouds and...um..i'm sandbur...i...i'll be going now." she turned and slowly began to hop towards her warren. She was nervous of the bucks here, especially since the first rabbit she met was Ginko.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 9:02 am
He jumped back at her violent response, further validating the belief she'd been injured in his mind. He held still as she regained herself, trying to come off as non-threatening. It didn't seem to help much though, as she slunk low and was obviously feeling threatened by him. At very first glance he mistook the red on her muzzle and ears to be proof of wounds, but upon closer inspection discovered it to just be her coloring. The marks were rather profound on her otherwise peaceful coat. His thoughts on that stopped there however; as her backing away was of higher concern.
"Hang on a moment. Are you sure you're alright? And this flay is as much yours as any's."
She said she was what? He looked up for a moment to see that there was indeed a good number of clouds about. Not enough to suggest a storm, but still it was... unique. Something he'd imagine a kitten would find amusing. Or perhaps there was something else going on. And Sandbur was her name was it? Now he was sure he'd never met her before. Turning his attention back to the doe, he waited to see if she'd come back; feeling that it would seem to aggressive if he followed.
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