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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 7:34 pm
 Haunt was out for a bit of flay, not wanting to waste any opportunities to eat what he may before the snows started. Every sense was on keen alert for any unusual change in the surroundings; unfortunately for Haunt, that didn't always mean something as simple to run from as elil. And of all the ghosts to visit him today it had to be... her.
"Hello, love." He watched her there, stopping to smile at him, hopping around looking for flay like she had when she was alive. A brown doe with black and white points that was probably non-descript to anyone but him. But she wasn't alive; just a figment of a troubled mind. And as much as he might want it otherwise, she wouldn't even answer him. His ghosts only haunted him with their visages, but as far as voices went he received nary a whisper, or even a rustle of grass. It saddened him but he couldn't remember her voice anymore.
He turned away, sighing heavily and going back to looking out for elil, trying not to stray too far from the scrub and brambles he'd worked his makeshift burrow under. "Sorry, love. I need to go back to living now. We'll have to wait and romp again after Inle' decides it's time for me to join you."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:09 pm
 A pair of pink eyes watched the strange buck as he searched for flay. White tipped ears twisted about as the doe watched, not understanding what this one was doing. Her head to one side she hopped out of the bushes and into sight. Her black and white marked fur let her blend into the shadows quite well when she wanted to. Compared to the buck before her, she was still young, barely out of kittenhood she always thought. Poppy watched the buck silently as he moved, wondering what he was doing precisely.
"Hello?" she called, not all that loudly, didn't want to attracted most unwanted attention.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 2:11 pm
It wasn't seeing another doe that was so strange for Haunt as hearing her voice. A live one, then? It had been a good bit since he'd talked to another living rabbit. "Good morrow, lass." He sat up a bit, peeking around for danger, before tuning back to her. She seemed plump and healthy, and not as though she had long been facing the trials of living out in the open. Was there a warren nearby, that she called home? Or perhaps she had slipped away from that farm he'd seen nearby? "Frith sees you well, it seems. What brings you 'round to see this lone rabbit this morn?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 6:23 pm
It was true, Poppy didn't show much sign of living in the wilds for very long, she was still as plump as she was when she left the hutch. White tipped ears flattened back a little as she watched the old buck, he seemed kinda strange to her, then again, she had met a couple others this far from her 'new home'. With a tilt of her head she watched the stranger. "Frith? Who is that?" Poppy didn't know much of the stories that her wild kin knew. In the hutch there wasn't much to worry about, food was brought to her every day and she always had some time out of the hutch to stretch her legs.
"Is this someone I have yet to meet? Though I haven't met too many anyways, this world is so big." Poppy said looking around as if another rabbit would appear from now where. "My name is Poppy, the human I lived with gave it to me. How did you get all the way out here?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 6:37 pm
Her words told him as much as he needed to know about her origins to have a better idea of how to deal with her. With a tilt of his head he glanced upward, raising a paw to point toward the sun. "That's Frith. I dare say most know of him, but few have met him."
He sighed and glanced around, weighing the circumstances. This was hardly a place for a lesson on rabbit history, and he was disinclined for random visitors. Those that sought him out for his healer's skills were one thing, but idle chatter on a chance encounter? For it seemed that was what this was. But neither was he inclined to be brief with the doe and send her off when he wasn't sure if she had anywhere safe to go. She was by far no where near to any humans who might have been caring for her previously, and she had distinctly said "lived" with. He sighed again and decided the best coarse was to invite her into the bramble guarded copse he'd hidden his burrow in.
"You can call me Haunt, lass. And I live out here, now. I've been traveling all across the land for several seasons now, and settled here fairly recently. Would you care to see my home? Safer there, though it smells a mite strange if you're not used to it. I keep a lot of herbs, for healing, and for confusing the elil. Elil, the hunting creatures that tend to prey on folk like me." He put on a friendly smile, though it was a bit strained. He hadn't entertained a guest in... just after the past winter? This felt horribly strange. "Ah, don't really know what you have and have not been acquainted with in dealing with things out here. Human warrens are a different matter entirely, from what I've seen."
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