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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 1:05 pm
The dark officer stepped up out into the evening shadows, pausing at the mouth of the borrow to carefully scent the air and listen to the wind's distant song. Only once satisfied that the immediate area around the warren was safe and calm, did the owsla step out into the surface world and hop a few paces away to free up the entrance.
Sitting up on his haunches he looked out across the down, letting the calm landscape bring him peace. He loved this place, with its never-ending views and undisturbed wilderness. Turning his attention closer to home he watched the many bucks and does gathered here and there to silflay in the evening light. Each one calm, content and looking well.
Yes... this was a good place to be.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:47 am
The large doe glared impatiently at the tail in front of her, debating on whether biting it or making a rather loud noise would get the desired effect quickest. As if Blackthorn seemingly knew her thoughts, he exited the warren and she squeezed through behind him. Only... he was blocking the way. Again.
This was not a good start to her evening. Althea was gearing up to take that n** at his hind after all when he finally finally got out of her way. Dragging herself out the rest of the way, she grumbled as she cleaned her fur of the loose earth that clung to her before bounding right over the other Owsla, clearly displeased. Althea shot the buck a withering look before stretching out in the evening air.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:21 am
Feeling the solid form of the female owsla behind him like a large malevolent shadow, Blackthorn ducked and flattened himself to the ground just as she lept over his back, apparently hell bent on getting past him as fast as possible. Turning as she bounded a few paces before halting, Blackthorn settled back up onto his haunches, forepaws resting against his belly as he tilted his head, ears twitching.
"Good eve, Althea. Is there a homba about?" He looked at her with a mild expression. His words entirely polite, slightly amused and a little curious as to why she was in quite such a rush. Though there was certainly no rudeness in his tone. Blackthorn was the last rabbit anyone in the warren would accuse of harboring such emotions.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:40 am
Legs feeling more limber now that she wasn't cramped, the marli busied herself with cleaning an ear as she 'harrumphed' at Blackthorn.
”I should think not, but if one shows up I'll make sure to block the mouth of the warren with that tail of yours.”
Her jab was light-hearted enough; after all if she were a standard size she would've simply left from another hole, but the doe was impatient if anything. Clean and stretched out, the owsla sat up tall to scan around, much as Blackthorn had done. Only belatedly did she realize her rudeness and turned back to the buck.
”A good evening to you too, Blackthorn. Out for silflay, or something else?”
If he was going to patrol, she probably wouldn't bother then. Unless he needed the extra help, though things seemed quiet as of late.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:57 am
Blackthorn glanced back at his rump with raised brow before turning back to the other owsla. "Ahh.. sorry." Though he wasn't entirely sure what else one did when exiting the burrow.. of course the calm of the rabbits at silflay had suggested it was safe, he simply couldn;t help but make sure of the situation for himself. It was a habit that lent itself to a long life and not one he saw any reason to drop. Yes the warren was now at peace, but still.. things were so unpredictable in their world.
His attention was pulled back from its never ending vigil of his surroundings by her slightly more relaxed words and he lifted a shoulder faintly. "No particular reason. Silflay, and I thought I might just wander around a it and check how everyone is..." In truth, Blackthorn had a hard time 'relaxing'. His duty as an owsla was not a job to him, but simply a way of life. If he wasn't out on active patrol or taking a group on a long-ranged scouting mission he was always seen about the warren, making casual checks and generally keeping a look out. More often than not it was Blackthorn who escorted overly-curious outskirters back to their marli, and made sure the younger more adventurous bucks kept within a safe distance of the burrow. As he would often pick up the brave, if foolish rabbits while wandering along the edge of the downs.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 11:03 am
Dropping back to all fours, the doe turned to him with a quirk of an ear, having a feeling she knew what he wasn't 'saying'. Being an Owsla wasn't exactly something you stopped being because you needed to eat or sleep. You just were, all the time.
Giving him an affirmative nod, she nosed about but didn't find anything worth pulling up for flay. Shame, that. Though not unexpected this close to the warren.
"Thought I might circle the Down myself, perhaps take a look at the scrapes."
She didn't need to add that with looking over the scrapes the outskirters seemed to favor that she'd also be checking in on her son. Poor Crow just hadn't been the same after the raid on the farm, and Althea did her best with the bitter disappointment. She'd urged him to leave his own scrape and at least try to pretend to be a normal member of the warren, but was having little luck in that.
Shaking her head to dislodge the thought, the large doe sniffed along the earth again, trying to refocus on silflay for now. Worries later, food first.
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