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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:03 am
Her velvety ears twitched as she sniffed just out of the warren. Even with the owsla guarding the burrows she just couldn't be too careful. She pushed forward, sniffing, tensing, gazing to the sky. When she finally deemed it safe she let go the safety of underground and made her way to a patch of thistles.
Ah the real trick was to get at the flowers without facing the thorns. She rose up on her hind legs and pushed herself up ward so she could reach the tops and pull at the delicate purple flowers. She'd been hiding away in the warren for a long time. It was the first time in ages she'd been out in the sun, peering to seek food at dusk.
It seemed safer, after all. The day things were going to sleep and the night things weren't quite awake. Well it made sense to her anyway. She glanced over her shoulder enjoying the warmth of the sun as she nibbled. Maybe daylight wasn't so bad.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 1:45 pm
 Copse made his way up the run slowly, nodding to the rabbits he passed, trying not to show how sore he was from an awkward night's sleep. He paused at the entrance to stretch his legs out, wincing at the aches in them. He'd always had problems with his knees, but it seemed to be getting worse lately. The recent weather hadn't helped. Ah well, it didn't do to complain. He examined the field outside, scrutinizing the movement of the grass for any sign of danger, before deeming it safe and hobbling out into the sun.
He lopped stiff-gaited to the nearest patch of decent grass, and set about chewing. He could see tastier, lusher greens further down the hill, but with the way his legs were acting up this morning, he didn't trust himself to be able to make the dash back to the warren if elil loomed.
Well, it didn't really matter. The grass right here was filling enough. And chewing the tough stuff was probably better for his teeth, anyway.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:23 am
It had been a good few days since Ninebark had seen the light and warmth of the sun.
It was random, really, his sudden aversion to it, but something had sparked a sour memory and brought a bad taste to his maw. Maybe it was the cry of a hawk he had heard many days ago. It made him think of Dewberry. He remembered her as she stopped running and, thus, spent several days underground in his own burrow, which was set a little ways away from the main body of the warren.
Today he was feeling better and a little more adventurous. He had slept well and hadn't had the misfortune to dream of blood and elil and darkness the night before. His body ached for what warmth the sun would bring.
The lop had taken his time sniffing and inspecting his surroundings from the opening of his burrow, before slipping out beneath the sun. He moved steadily, searching for the perfect spot to graze. He was hesitant to join many of the rabbits that were out to siflay, as he was sure many did not forget where he had come from.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 5:24 pm
Cullenda was a friendly soul and as soon as she saw the two males exit the warren she stood a bit straighter. Copse came out first and she noted him hobbling. The poor dear. He looked like his legs were just being so mean to him. She nipped at the thistle flowers and tore a few down before heading in his direction and dropping them in front of him. That grass just wouldn't do. "Here, friend. Some nice thistle for you." She said softly.
She lifted her ears as she spied Ninebark. She recognized him. He wasn't from the warren... but that still didn't mean they couldn't be friendly toward him. "Ah... Ninebark, is it? Would you like to join us?" She called to him with a smile.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:28 pm
Copse eyed the flowers brought before him with a carefully blank expression, before deciding it would be intolerably rude not to accept the generosity. As kind as the gift was, it rubbed old memories the wrong way; he hated to not be able to do for himself. But still he nibbled at the petals with every air of enjoyment, and nodded his thanks to the female. "Delicious. Grass is better for the digestion, if not always the taste. But one can have too much digestion, I think."
He raised his head to watch the other male's approach, chewing thoughtfully. He'd heard of the red eyed seer before, but he didn't hold much truck by rumors. "Evening," he said as greeting. "Come and have some of this thistle our spotted friend has found. It's quite good."
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:36 pm
His entire frame tensed as soon as her voice drifted towards him. For all the world, he looked as though an elil had seen him. He relaxed after a brief second or two, trying to shake embarrassment from him as he loped towards the pair with ease. They seemed to genuinely want him there and it would of been incredibly rude to refuse.
Besides, he certainly was hungry.
And lonely.
"My thanks to both of you, I very much appreciate it." He spoke only once he was near, in a soft, gentle, slightly haunting voice. He dipped his head, only after Copse had given him the go ahead, and nibbled delicately at one of the flowers.
"That is quite lovely!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 1:38 pm
She was glad to see them both enjoying their meals. Good. "Thistle is my favorite flower." She said softly. "Yes, but grass only tastes so good. Flowers are lovely to taste."
She gave a friendly smile to Ninebark. He was skittish even for a rabbit. His voice gave her the chills but she ignored it. "Of course.... Its my pleasure. I can always get more. My name is Cullenda."
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