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 Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:20 pm
 The large buck was out on the Down somewhere, flopped out of everyones' general line of sight behind a large rock. If one of the other Owsla caught him like this, he'd probably get an earful for not handling his watch properly. He was watching, though, and ready to spring into action if needed no matter that it appeared quite to the contrary. But he was just on watch duty right now, he wasn't patrolling, so who gave a damn whether he did it standing up or not?
Brute didn't, obviously, and remained flopped for several minutes. Then he rolled over. And rolled over again. Finally he sat up and peered around, looking for something to amuse himself this time, rather than just watching for trouble. Heck, he was probably the most troublesome thing in the area. Pfft. And he was bored. So, so, so horribly bored. That wasn't really a good thing for an unwary passerby.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 6:53 pm
 Zombie was not happy.
The weather was getting colder and while the first snows had yet to fall, they would fall any day now and she wasn't used to the bite of the wind this time of year. She was a pet, not a wild rabbit, and she was lucky to have survived this long. Given she had found a warren, chances were she would live for at least a while longer - she'd survived her first several weeks, though she had just barely been getting by. It was a blessing to be at Watership Down, yet at the same time she didn't want to get her dainty paws dirty and she was unhappy with the regular flay one could commonly find in the wilds. She missed her fluffy bed and her regular flay-rah. Which brought her to the core of her frustration. She had been a good rabbit, hadn't she? She didn't chew her human's things and passed her hraka in the box that had been provided for her.
So why was she out here?
She had been unceremoniously dumped in the wild and she couldn't understand why. The doe stomped about, ripping up grass in the guise of siflay. Really, she was just doing her best to release pent up frustration and not on another rabbit. Most had been accommodating or polite enough towards her, but the key word was most. She'd heard her fair share of mocking and lack of sympathy as well. She wasn't sure if any other rabbits were watching, but given the owsla were typically on duty, there probably was someone. But she didn't really care, either.
There were a lot of rabbit-things she had to learn and she knew very little.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 3:25 pm
Brute caught sight of the doe and her temper tantrum in short order and watched her for a moment; he wasn't sure whether he found her outburst more amusing or irritating. Either way she wasn't the only one out and others were starting to turn and stare at her too. He supposed her disruptive behavior was something he was supposed to deal with. Hraka, he wasn't a babysitter.
The Owsla approached her, quite intentionally using his size to his advantage so he could loom over the fussy doe. He didn't really pay a great deal of attention to all the rank and file rabbits, so he wasn't exactly aware that she was one of the formerly domesticated rabbits. If he had been he probably would have commented on it too. For now he was just going to pick at her for behaving like a spoiled kitten that hadn't gotten its way. "Oh, someone's throwing a temper tantrum today? Do I need to put you in time out? Or maybe you need a nap?"
In all honesty Brute was likely to exacerbate the issue rather than help her calm down any time soon... and not unintentionally. He was awfully bored.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 11:20 pm
"Shut your mouth!" The doe hissed, wild-eyed as she glared at the large buck who confronted her. While on any other day, especially before being released into the wild, she would have balked at the larger rabbit mocking her, today was different and the hungry, freezing doe was in no mood for games. She wanted food and could not seem to find any outside of plain as day grass. Oh would she be in for a shock when the first snows start to fall.
"Just put your grubby paws on me, I dare you. I'll bite 'em off faster than a homba could, I swear it on my own ears." Okay, so she might have been humiliated a bit by being called out on her own poor behavior, but she wasn't about to admit it and she was too stubborn to apologize. Instead, she glowered at the owsla, completely unaware of his rank over her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:10 am
Oh? Oh really? The thought of the fussy little doe even trying to bite his paws off had him laughing good and hard before he even could make a comment back. That was rich right there. "Have a little homba on our paws, do we? Pfffthaha!"
He stopped laughing quite suddenly and locked the doe's gaze with his own, slowly raising one eyebrow before quite deliberately raising a paw and setting it very squarely atop her head. "Well, homba? Go ahead and try it, see just how far you and those ears of yours get in one piece." He did at least realize she must not have known he was an Owsla. No one ever challenged an Owsla like that without risking having their ears torn; the little brat was lucky he was feeling "playful" or he'd have bopped her right then and there.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:37 pm
She had no idea that he was owsla. Had she, she might have thought twice about arguing with him... The key word was might, though, and she scowled. Her baby blue eyes narrowed and her lips turned downwards in a scowl as the buck placed his paw squarely on her forehead. Furious, the gray furred doe hopped backwards, snapping at his paw as she pulled away from it and tried to put some distance between herself and Brute.
"You're insufferable pile of hraka!" She practically hissed, her teeth grating. He was larger than her, sure, and probably much more experienced in grappling, but that didn't stop her from puffing herself up in an attempt to look as angry as she felt.
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