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Post by Captain Bigwig on Dec 23, 2015 14:59:50 GMT -5
Dianthus could hardly process what Lucerne shouted before she was off, sprinting towards the Abbey doors, kicking up snow with every step she took. Smirking, he whooped and laughed before dashing after her, waving the snow badger one last goodbye. The dibbuns would probably knock the poor thing down eventually, but while it lasted, it was a very handsome creature.
Even though he went as fast as he could, Lucerne's head start granted her the advantage, and when he finally reached the doors, she was standing there in victory. Leaning over, he panted quietly and shook his head.
"You... bloody cheat! Haha, I suppose today, hoo, you were the hare, and I was but only a tortoise."
Straightening his back, he removed his heavy coat that was covered in snow and set it aside. Offering Lucerne a grin, he hopped excitedly, sniffing the air and clasping his hands together.
"I say, it always smells so nice in here. The cider, the baked goods - what I would do for some Hot Root Soup or a big batch of scones!"
(OOC: What is it with my hares and losing races)
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Post by Beekeeper on Dec 24, 2015 1:57:07 GMT -5
Merry blushed a little under his feathers at all the praise he received. He always did say that singing was its own reward, but if the song was the cake than the attention was surely the icing. With a bob of his tail, he bowed his head modestly.
“Most kind, most kind, thank you!” Tilting his head, he watched the squirrel run off to play and smiled before turning back to the others.
“They do tend to just sort of pop into my head, they do,” he chirped to the elderly mouse. “It’s all I can do to keep them in, sometimes. Other times I get stuck and might go over a line or two for a whole season! I once composed a ballad about the autumn leaves, and by the time it was done they were off the trees, back on, and green again!” Merryfeather let out a jolly twitter of laughter.
“But I’m sure your own poetry was very lovely. Everybeast has their song to sing, I always say, yes I do. Perhaps sometime you’d grace this little bird with a reading? Even some of your records, if it suits you better, but I do so love to hear the words of other beasts, and facts can be as pretty as anything, yes they can.”
He then turned to look at the stoat and wildcat, whose presence still fascinated him. “And perhaps you will speak more to me as well? It’s jolly nice to meet in peaceful circumstances, yes it is. If you feel well enough, of course.” A look of slight concern passed over his face at the sight of Argrav bundled up and sniffling. “You have the look of a creature that could handle far worse with nary a complaint, but still I hate to see anybeast less than comfortable.”
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Post by Taurian on Dec 25, 2015 6:07:13 GMT -5
"Thankee, Tarlya. Only two. My fri--someone I used tae know, an' I invented them." She squatted down to the surface of the frozen lake. Her muscles were tense, and her forepaws pressed into the ice. Suddenly she sprang up and dashed forward. Then she leaped up into the air, and did a filp before landing on her forepaws and curling the rest of her body back onto the surface of the lake. "The second one's just about the same, only it's a backflip, so I ain't doin' that trick right now." The otter explained, wobbling a bit. She reached out to Tarlya for support, resting her arm on the other ottermaid's shoulder. "I hasnae done that trick in many seasons. We used tae leap o'er this little island in the middle o' the river. It was our island." Taurian shook her head. "Tisnae good tae be sad in such lovely weather."
{The whole snow thing is feeling a bit surreal because where I am it hasn't snowed at all and it was like 70º on Christmas Eve and I'm in the northeast so there should theoretically be snow.}
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Post by Margorr on Jan 4, 2016 2:08:40 GMT -5
"Well why don't we hop on down to the kitchens and see about getting you a nice big bowl of hotroot soup? I saw some otters earlier so I'm sure there's bound to be some around!" She said. Lucerne hoped there actually was some hotroot soup around. Her father always said it was too spicy for most creatures, only otters seemed to genuinely enjoy it. She didn't want any herself, but she'd gladly watch Dianthus try some.
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"I'm fine." Was all Argrav said to Merry. Not wanting to be rude, Margorr spoke up for his Captain.
"He's just tired don't mind him. He's handled far worse. Mayhaps sometime when he is feeling up to it, he'll tell you about his whale hunting days. Those are popular stories amongst our group." He looked over at Argrav, who didn't do anything but sneeze.
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Tarlya was very impressed by Taurian's flip. She had intended to show off some tricks to the other otter, but she didn't know anything that would top that flip. When Taurian leaned on her for support, Tarlya put her arm around the other otters waist to help steady her.
"It was an impressive trick for sure. I'd like to see you backflip sometime though. And you're right, no use being sad. Why don't we think of something fun to do?"
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Post by Taurian on Jan 4, 2016 17:43:12 GMT -5
"Thankee kindly," Taurian said, grinning. "I'll be sure tae show ye that backflip one day!" Still resting her arm on Tarlya's shoulder, despite having regained her balance, Taurian allowed her eyes to wander the Abbey grounds, searching for something fun to join in on. She spotted the snow badger that had been abandoned by the hares. That, and the piles of snow around it, would make a suitable snow fort. She turned back to Tarlya. "Care fer a snowball fight?" she asked, grinning mischievously. "If ye can get a few others tae join us, we can be a team. Or, if ye wish, ye an' I shall battle tae the bitter end!"
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Post by pinemarten on Jul 16, 2016 13:38:30 GMT -5
(Could I join this roleplay with my pine marten character please?)
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bye!
