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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 8, 2009 22:55:54 GMT -5
Any creature with sense will be out bundled warmly. It was peaceful that afternoon, a sunny winter day, but with a blow of cold and biting air. The sun's bright rays raked across the snow that blanketed the earth, producing a shimmering gleam from the crusty white surface. The underbellies of the billowy clouds were beginning to take on a shadow. Oak, elm, and sycamore trees whispered in the gentle, nippy breeze. Out somewhere atop Mossflower Wood's canopy, a shrill chirping echoed in the chilly air. Along the skirts of the woodland, an awe-striking structure proudly stood, the shingles at its tips seeming to touch the power blue sky. Made of red sandstone, the magnificent structure took on a rose-colored hue. Four mighty walls reared up around the buildings, the walls that have been challenged many times and still stands. This was Redwall Abbey.
Within the protective walls, creatures, mostly mice, busied themselves with their afternoon chores, hustling about, dressed right and warm for the chilly weather. A lively, friendly chatter hung in the air as the Abbeydwellers worked and chatted happily, their breaths coming out in hazy puffs. Teatime in the Great Hall had gone, and chores were to be done. In a corner, a bundle of trees stood. The Orchard was teeming with little Dibbuns, squealing and crying with delight, flouncing and prancing about. Some were packing snow into balls in their little paws and hurling it at others, squeaking happily.
Clad in a creamy rose flounce and a white robe over, a little mousemaid hobbled across the Abbey lawns, nearly colliding with another mouse walking the other direction. The playful winter breeze yanked at her cloak and bonnet. Trystal breathed in for air, only to cough out the nippy air she sucked into her mouth. It was only common to find Trystal Kershmaine in this condition in this weather. Trystal was bitterly allergic to the cold, for some reason. If not fully covered, Trystal would take on several effects: the sudden ice-cold touch, a jerking-like motion into a stiff form, and the uncontrollable shivering. However, it wasn't that cold out this afternoon, and the welcoming sun was merciful, so she slacked off on the extra layers. On fleeting paws, the young maiden skipped toward the Orchard, where cries of delight issued from many young mouths.
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Post by xx. Minty on May 8, 2009 23:35:01 GMT -5
"Tut tut, Trystal!" Myaira scowled as the mousemaid darted pass, sending a cloud of grass stalks into the air. She waved a paw at her face, picking off the stalk that landed on her nose. Frowning prissily, she then wagged a paw at the fellow maiden. "Such a way to walk in public! At least try to act well-behaved!" May flicked her bushy, red tail forth and brushed it with her paw. Then she ran her paw over her muzzle, wiping it clean of earth, and finally, rubbed past her forehead and ears. Sometimes, the carefree mousemaid annoyed her. The first time Myaira saw her, she seemed like somebeast who was like her, since she was so neatly kept. But it turns out Trystal was like a little Dibbun. Caring of her looks, but fairly in the mood for some dirt.
Well, to be honest, Trystal had always annoyed the fussy squirrelmaid. They weren't exactly enemies, but they weren't friends, that was for sure. Myaira and Trystal were so different. From Myaira's point of view, she was the more mature, neatly kept, and conserved beast. Trystal was the opposite, always in search for fun and... mess! With a sniff, May whirled around and stomped lightly off toward the Great Hall. It has always been this way with Myaira. Even at the smallest of things, a big deal was made out of it.
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 9, 2009 0:03:46 GMT -5
At first, she didn't see the squirrelmaid. "Tut tut, Trystal!" Trystal could immediately recognize it was the squirrelmaid Myaira, Miss. Fussypaws. With a sigh of frustration under her breath, Trystal stopped and whirled around toward the prissy red squirrel. She got a sight of the squirrelmaid wiggling a clean paw at her, saying, "Such a way to walk in public! At least try to act well-behaved!" The mousemaid's eyes narrowed, a wry smile creeping along her lips. That was exactly what she imagined Myaira's next words were. So annoying.
Trystal herself wasn't a big fan of the prissy maid. Myaira was just so... not playful. To the squirrelmaid, life is about sipping mint tea, nibbling on scones with a napkin in paw, and cleaning your forehead with the handkerchief you have all day, Trystal thought. She was no fun. It was luckless that Myaira chose her to talk to. The squirrel was also fussy in a conversation. Myaira and herself were sort of neutral, but thin on becoming rivals. Their different personalities and negative thoughts on their variety of characters were putting them in that position. The mousemaid waved aside her cloak with a sigh. "Oh, goodness, Myaira, give it a break. A few bits from the ground and you have to be so talkative!" she groaned.
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Post by xx. Minty on May 12, 2009 7:59:53 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed. "Oh, goodness, Myaira, give it a break. A few bits from the ground and you have to be so talkative!" She wheeled around and faced the mousemaid. With a disdainful sniff and humph, mainly buy time to think of what she will say, the squirrelmaid called back, "Well, at least I don't like my paws filthy like you. I keep clean, and it'll be a pity to see my efforts crushed by your carelessness! And don't take your goodness on me, Miss. Sweetie!" With a scowl, she stomped off as lightly as she could, sweeping past Trystal and toward the Orchard, where the cries and laughter of little Dibbuns echoed from. Those brief fights happened at times. Only brief, but a scowling and teasing exchange of words irritated Myaira easily.
The squirrelmaid skidded to a halt and glared down at a little mousebabe who sat at the base of a maple tree, strawberries stuffed in the pockets of his dirt and strawberry juice-smeared smock. The Dibbun didn't notice her at first, until he looked up from wiping his red-stained paws on his already-ruined smock. The maiden plucked the Dibbun off the ground. The mousebabe glanced up at Myaira and smiled innocently, mouth splattered with red juice. "Heehee. Hi, missie Myaira!" the infant tittered. Myaira glowered at the sweetly-smiling mousebabe and began to lecture and criticize him on his smock and face. "You sticky and dirty little rip! Just look at yourself, juice dripped right down to your paws!" she fussed.
Myaira set down the sticky young one and pulled out a handkerchief she keeps in the sleeve of her gown. The mouse's face was a picture of dismay. May grabbed hold of the back of the young one's head and dabbed none too gently at his sticky face. The mousebabe complained when the handkerchief was away from his mouth. "Stoppit! I notta wanna baff! Leggo!" the infant mouse whined, kicking his paws about. May scowled fiercely at his ignorance. "You little flea! Stop wiggling! 'Tis not a bath, but do you want me to chuck you in one? It'll save me all of this trouble!" The young Dibbun kept wiggling and wagging his paws to and fro.
"No, no! I no wanna baff! No wanna baff!" Myaira held him still for one more moment until she let go. The mousebabe made a quick retreat deeper into the Orchard, his face now spotless. As he dashed as fast as he can on his little paws, the mouse was mumbling unhappily to himself. "Blak! No more strawberry. No eat strawberry. I eat strawberry 'nd missie May'air gimme baff..."
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 13, 2009 15:24:27 GMT -5
"Well, at least I don't like my paws filthy like you. I keep clean, and it'll be a pity to see my efforts crushed by your carelessness! And don't take your goodness on me, Miss. Sweetie!" Those words caused Trystal to burn up inside. The anger bubbling may have exploded from her mouth. "My paws? Filthy?!" she nearly shrieked. "Just so you know, Missie Spotless-'n-White! I tidy my paws, but don't spill o'er them like you do! Heh. Why in heavens am I spoiling o'er 'tis? Humph." She watched Myaira shrug past her. She was about to pelt off when she witnessed a comical scene.
Myaira had found a victim to her continuous prissiness. It was a young mousebabe clad in a white smock that was smeared all over with red strawberry juice. Poor little guy, Trystal thought haughtily to herself. Myaira did what she'd do when she saw something like this: scowling and cleaning. She could hardly stifle her giggle as the squirrelmaid tried to hold the Dibbun still and clean his juice-drenched face. The mousebabe, in his Dibbun dialect, was squealing and complaining whenever he got the chance. Although Myaira annoyed her, she was sometimes a treat to watch when you put the squirrelmaid with a dirty Dibbun.
When the Dibbun was finally free, he darted as fast as he can into the grove of trees, muttering to himself. "Blak! No more strawberry. No eat strawberry. I eat strawberry 'nd missie May'air gimme baff..." Giggling some more, Trystal had to flee past Myaira, just in case the squirrelmaid saw her chucking. The squirrel was known to have this ego. She preferred not to her otherbeasts find her actions funny. Trystal, not fit to be running in this weather, slumped down upon the roots of an apple tree. Brandishing a candied chestnut she had in her bag of belongings, she gnawed on it thoughtfully. In her mind was the playback of the earlier brief fight. Whenever in conflict with May, she wasn't like herself. Perhaps she could be a bit more warm and welcoming. Hopefully, Myaira could act more like the beasts she liked to hang out with. Instead of being in gray territory, they could be friends.
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Post by xx. Minty on May 20, 2009 21:25:16 GMT -5
Myaira saw Trystal giggling, but she couldn't hold back one herself. Fixing up a dirty smudge or two usually held her in high spirits. In a mocking stern voice, Myaira scowled the mousemaid. "Trystal! I'm ashamed of you, giggling and snorting at some poor beast trying to keep things in order!" she said in her most scowling and adult tone. She broke into a fit of giggles. And sometimes, the two maidens had their good bits. They were different, but had the same sense of humor. The mousemaid didn't usually understand her prissy ways, but they got along with jokes and light chatter sometimes.
The mouse maiden giggled along with her, crunching on her candied chestnut reflectively. May was curious; Trystal wouldn't normally be thoughtful. She usually jumped into things. But, when the mousemaid did stop and reflect, it, Myaira had to admit, was typically something smart and sensible. Before she had time to nose into the subject farther, a little molebabe hobbled up to her. He tugged on her white, buttercup speckled apron furiously. In his curious dialect, he was saying, "Hurr, hurr! Mizzy Mee'air! Mizzy Mee'air! Mizz Troistal! Cumm, cumm! Foller Oi!" He kept pulling madly at it until Myaira, who was continuously asking why, gave up and followed the squealing mole infant. "Oh dearie, Rhumee. 'Tis better be good. Goodness! Look at your filthy paws! What on earth have you been up to, you naughty young rascal! Oh! Now look at that! You went ahead and got my paws dirty too! Oooh! You little rip! I'll deal with you as soon as you stop pulling!"
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 21, 2009 16:57:37 GMT -5
The mousemaid stood. Curiosity took Trystal, and she had to follow to see what was going on. The little molebabe's, Rhumee, tone was urgent, and if she knew as much, young Dibbuns were rarely in panic. Life ran by them as fun, and they were usually carefree, oblivious to emotions or danger. Trystal nearly tripped over a large root sticking out of the ground as she quickly made behind the pair, Rhumee urgently tugging at Myaira's apron strings as the squirrelmaid tried to pull his mucky paws from her clean apron and keep up.
The sight they saw in the corner of the Orchard was chaos. The first thing Trystal noticed and heard was the crying hedgehogbabe slumped against a damson tree, tears streaming like a river down her soft, chubby cheeks. Calryn, the young hedgehogmaid, had a handkerchief to her face, dabbing at the tears as a little mouse, Wrumplet, worked to comfort the sobbing creature. The next thing that caught her eyes were the two young Dibbuns, a mousebabe and squirrel, darting about frantically under an apple tree, calling and shouting, bending their heads back. Trystal followed their gazes and target of their squeals and nearly screamed.
A rather bold and adventurous squirrel with golden-red fur was scaling the apple tree. He was balancing upon the base of a branch high up in the tree, a small, thin stick in his tiny paws. The squirrel, named Elron, was waving the stick in the air angrily, crying, "Cummon, wobin! Cummon back an' fights me! I haffs sword an' chops you ups!" His supporters, the young mouse and female squirrel, echoed his words in unison, adding their own war cries and howls. Trystal immediately dashed for the tree and took hold of the weeping hedgehog, who's tears could not stop. Glancing frantically up at the young squirrel, she quickly soothed Calryn as best as she could.
"What's the matter, Calryn? Please let me know. Trystal will fix it for you... Come on now. Tell Trystal what's the matter," she crooned, continuously taking peeks above her. Elron clung to the trunk, but he was still wagging his "sword." The young hedgehog explained through her racking sobs. "Whaaahaaa! Er... err... I was j-j-just walking alongs, m-minding my own. Thens... 't-t-tis wobin p-p-p-poppers outta nowheres a-an' tooks my n-n-neckalace my mummy m-m-m-made m-m-me! Whaaaaaa!" She finished it with another stream of tears. Trystal comforted the young creature, knowing that it must have been a special object for Calryn to be in this state.
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Post by xx. Minty on May 24, 2009 15:02:42 GMT -5
Immediately, the squirrelmaid broke free of Rhumee's paws and shot forward straight for the apple tree, where the young squirrelbabe was perched on a branch high above the ground. "Cummon, wobin! Cummon back an' fights me! I haffs sword an' chops you ups!" cried the young Dibbun bravely, waving his "sword," a little stick, in the air. Elron stood boldly on the tree, one paw on the tree trunk and the other with the stick. "Ooooh! My goodness!" Myaira cried, almost tripping over her apron. "Elron! Elron! What on earth are you doing? Oh, goodness! Oh goodness me!"
The little squirrel glance down at May. "I goes fights the wobin birdie, missie May. Bad wobin birdie tooks Calrin's neckalace! Cummere, badie birdie!" Myaira frantically glanced around. Elron must be very crazy or very brave, but Dibbuns were always trying dangerous things. Trystal was knelt beside the sobbing female hedgehog Calryn, and two more young Dibbuns were racing around, cheering Elron. The molebabe Rhumee followed Trystal and was trying to comfort her, along with another young mouse. "Hushiez, now, Calrin. Elron is gettings the badie birdie!" the mouse, Wrumplet, said.
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 24, 2009 15:43:42 GMT -5
Trystal worried about Elron. He was a bold, fearless, and outgoing little Dibbun, but foolish and adventurous and liked to show off. But this wasn't showing off. If the young squirrel fell, his life will probably be cut short, judging from the distance from the ground. He had climbed his way up pretty fast and high. Elron was a squirrel, after all. And, Myaira was to. Thinking quickly, Trystal gave Myaira one, simple command. "Quick, Myaira, climb up there and get Elron!"
The mousemaid knew Myaira would resist; the young squirrelmaid had not climbed trees in a long time. Since her childhood accident, if she recalled correctly. And the prissy and overconscientious squirrel changed her mind about climbing and playing on trees, even though she's a squirrel herself. Your gown might rip or you'll slip and fall, as Myaira says, and worst, you'll get splinters or dirt on your paws. But, it was somewhat a rescue mission, and the squirrelmaid won't likely say no to rescuing a little Dibbun that had a chance of slipping off the branch. Plus, if Myaira didn't go, she would. Wrumplet, the mousebabe, as Trystal recognized, that Myaira scowled and cleaned briefly earlier, looked up and tugged at her robe.
"Missie Tristal? Can I goes up theres an' gets Elron myselves?" he asked, putting on a brave face. "Oh no, mister Wrumplet. 'Tis too dangerous. Mayhaps you fall o'er?" she replied with divided attention as she comforted Calryn. Wrumplet thought over this for a moment. "Mmm... err... you be's right, missie Tristal. I does not wanna fall overs. An', I mays gets baffs. Heehee. I no climbs trees." Trystal chuckled and patted the little one's head, nodding toward Calryn. "Alright, now, Wrumplet, why don't you be a good little fellow and watch over Calryn? Trystal is going to help get Elron down the big, tall tree." Wrumplet switched to a stiff and stern face. He made a comical salute, which made the mousemaid chuckle some more. Trystal jumped up and leaped for the spot of the problem. "Hurry, May! Just nip up there and come back down with the little one!" she urged the squirrelmaid, connecting her paws together to form a foothold.
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Post by xx. Minty on May 24, 2009 17:30:42 GMT -5
((love the avi, northie. >D))
"Quick, Myaira, climb up there and get Elron!" The squirrel paused for one moment. Climb? Oh no. She dropped out of those... foolish games a long time ago. And, furthermore, she'd stressed out over the dangers many times before. Elron was scanning the treetops, eyes narrowed with its brave spark, along with the added bonus of his paw over his eyes. He cut a heroic and fearless image, and quite comical too, if the danger of the situation wasn't present. Myaira decided. Elron was young and adventurous. If anything happened, it would be no more. "Hurry, May! Just nip up there and come back down with the little one!" Trystal's voice commanded from her right, where the mousemaid had knelt,\ and cupped her paws together.
Myaira carefully placed a footpaw on the made-foothold and levered herself up, her paws reaching for a lower branch of the tree. "Humph. Very well then. Elron! Don't move a paw! I'm coming up! Careful, little one! Hey! I said stay, you naughty little rip! No, no! Don't move farther up that branch!" The squirrelmaid gingerly pulled back her sleeves and threw her apron aside once she was balanced on the base of the limb. If she'd known something like this would happen, she would have worn something suitable for tree climbing. Myaira forced herself to concentrate on Elron, who glanced down on her and called, "Missie, May! No, no cumm up here'a! Too dangerus! Me catcha wobin by myselves!"
The squirrelmaid retorted in the sternest tone she could manage. "Huh! 'Tis too dangerous? Who's talking of dangerous now? Whaaa! I'm slipping!" Myaira had gotten a good grip on the trunk and was scaling carefully up. As a squirrel, it wasn't too hard, and her determination to get to Elron gave her more. Although Elron was bold and rather foolish, he was obedient and stayed where he was, on the base of the limb. Elron moved aside as Myaira gingerly heaved herself onto the branch, which shook and rattled, making Elron quickly clutch the squirrelmaid. However, not wanting to lose dignity in front of his peers, Elron scooted over swiftly and held bravely to the branch.
"Enough with the brave thingummy, you little rip. Goodness me, what's with the world of young ones these days? Come here, Elron." Myaira picked the younger squirrel off of the limb and onto her lap. She glanced down nervously, feeling a sicking feeling in her stomach, seeing the distance from the ground. Trystal was standing among the roots, staring skyward at them. Elron complained and flailed his "sword" about. "Leggo, missie May! Me gets the badie wobin birdie for takin' Calrin's neckalace! Leggo!" Myaira scowled at the wiggling Dibbun and called down to the mousemaid. "Err... I'm going to hand the little rouge down to you now. Ready, dearie?" The queasy feeling hadn't left her, and it was getting dizzy from up here.
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 26, 2009 20:12:20 GMT -5
[ Ditto to you too, sweetie! <3 Totes resembles us! x3 I'm Pat, btw. xD ]
Trystal tried to grin encouragingly to the squirrelmaid, who was leaning over the limb, a picture of frightened log the exchange, he slipped? Trystal scowled at herself for thinkinathing square on her face when she saw how high she was. Trystal had pulled a sturdy stool over, used during harvest season, and was standing atop it. If they were careful, Elron would be handed to her, and Myaira could get down. It seemed so simple, yet looked so impossible. What if they weren't successful? What if, during of such things and reached out, her paws firm on the stool.
Elron squealed as he was lower, still waving his weapon. "Leggo!" he protested, "Me catcha badie wobin birdie! Me catcha 'im! Me teechs 'im norra mess wit' me!" Trystal, standing on her tippy-toes, scowled at the wiggling squirrelbabe. "Stop squirming about, Elron! 'Tis robin silliness is ending right here! Stop it or I'll have someone to tan your hide! Better yet, I'll do it personally!" Elron scowled back, but froze and put up a look of frustration for her to see. It was easier than Trystal had thought. Once Elron was safety in her paws, Trystal stepped off and deposited him with the other Dibbuns, who were crowded around.
Once he was on the ground, a squeaking cheer burst from the spectators. Although Elron was obviously mad that his mission and image was ruined by a pair of maidens, he couldn't resist enjoying the attention. Trystal helped Myaira down, taking her paw and encouraging her to slide off. She couldn't hold back a chuckle. "You were great, mainly because the fact that you haven't done 'tis in centuries! You could have been a wee bit faster, though. Teehee."
As soon as she was done talking, a shrill, mocking shriek called out, "Heeeheeheheehe! Wharra bunch 'o softpaws! Lookit dat! You gotta a liddle peabrain offa tree! Howa heroic! Wharra crazzzie beastie! Heeehe!" Trystal wheeled to the location of the voice, fumming inside, and probably out. He was hard to miss. A fat robin was perched on a limb of a maple, jabbing his wing at them and laughing with an annoying twitter. He had a brown-olive back and a tingle of gray on his head. A spray of bright red-orange is splashed on his face, neck, and chest. Two mischievious eyes perch on his face with a flat, sharp black beak.
The bird had on a brown hat wedged firmly on the crown of his head with a purple feather jabbing out. And finally, he also had a brown pouch across his chest, stuffed full. However, what the mousemaid noticed first was the colorful, glistening necklace he had, slung around his chubby neck. The bird winked slyly at her and observed his stolen prize, holding it up with his wing as he admired the stones stringed into a piece of jewelry, all clear and in many different colors.
Immidiately, Calryn the hedgehog wailed, "My n-neckalace! Badie wobin h-has my neckalace!" Elron swiftly jumped forth and brandished his "sword." He waved it around and pointed it accusingly at the thief. "You tooks her neckalace! Gimme it!" Trystal stopped him before he could take another step. Wrumplet the mousebabe followed Calryn as she hobbled up and tugged on Trystal's robe. "Wobin took my neckalace my mummy made me!" she cried. Wrumpet pulled back his smock sleeves and stomped forth to stand next to Elron.
Trystal turned to glare at the robin. "Ahem, mister! You have no idea what you've caused! Elron might have gotten hurt, and, not only did you steal from an innocent creature, but you made her cry! Poor little thing." Calryn sniffed, wiped away a tear, and nodded meaningfully. The bird flicked a wing at them, sneering at both Wrumplet and Elron. "Aheem, yerself, missie! First 'o all, I goes by Rhor Tagsdar, Bandit on Wings, yes. Erherm, "Fat" c'n be add'd optionally. Second 'o all, mind teez Bandit. I steals fer a livin', liddle lady. Third 'o all, yew and yer friend theres are lovelies liddle missies." He winked haughtily at them again. Trystal felt as if she would explode. Never once had anybeast ever spoke to her like that.
Her face burning like flames, she retorted, "Hah! First of all, I don't care what you go by, Rhor Taggdary! Second of all, Fat, Thieving, Unkind Bird is fine with me! Thirdly, I highly disregard that you steal. 'Tis nasty, mean things nasty, mean beasts do! Fourth o'er all, I'd kindly like it if you don't mention that again! I don't need your sweet-talk, mister!" Once everything was spilled out, Trystal was left gasping for air. And, never once had she ever responded with anything like that. But the snap felt bubbly on her tongue. In the good way.
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Post by xx. Minty on May 31, 2009 17:03:56 GMT -5
((omg. crystal, are you seriously trying to kill a poor, innocent girl? what's with you and long posts? lol.))
The brief exchange was quick and easy, sort of. Once Elron was safety put to the ground, Trystal turned to help her. Myaira paused for a moment, staring at the ground nervously. At least, if she fell, blame was on Trystal. The mousemaid helped her slide down the trunk. Once her sandals felt the wooden surface of the stool, Myaira relaxed. The squirrelmaid immidiately hopped off and brushed her gown and apron of dirt and a smear of strawberry juice that Elron had left behind when he was atop the branch.
"You were great, mainly because the fact that you haven't done 'tis in centuries! You could have been a wee bit faster, though. Teehe," Trystal chuckled. Myaira gave her a playful shove. "That was unbelievable! That's probably the last time I climb a tree! But, of course, I knew I did have a sense of boldness in me. I was fantastically great, wasn't I?" She giggled, a little too vainly, to herself. Then something screeched. "Heeeheeheheehe! Wharra bunch 'o softpaws! Lookit dat! You gotta a liddle peabrain offa tree! Howa heroic! Wharra crazzzie beastie! Heeehe!" it cried in a shrieking voice.
"Oh, dearie! What is that dreadful, vile voice from?!" Myaira complained. It was a chubby robin. Instantly, Calryn the hedgehogmaid and Elron the squirrel threw accusations at it. The bird introduced himself with a cheeky tongue and haughty winks. "Aheem, yerself, missie! First 'o all, I goes by Rhor Tagsdar, Bandit on Wings, yes. Erherm, "Fat" c'n be add'd optionally. Second 'o all, mind teez Bandit. I steals fer a livin', liddle lady. Third 'o all, yew and yer friend theres are lovelies liddle missies."
Myaira was personally impressed with Trystal's comeback. She didn't know the mousemaid had it in her. Trystal was always so soft spoken and well-mannered in tongue. "Hah! First of all, I don't care what you go by, Rhor Taggdary! Second of all, Fat, Thieving, Unkind Bird is fine with me! Thirdly, I highly disregard that you steal. 'Tis nasty, mean things nasty, mean beasts do! Fourth o'er all, I'd kindly like it if you don't mention that again! I don't need your sweet-talk, mister!"
"Ah, um, yes, sir. What she said! A naughty, selfish creature you vile thieves are, Rhor! Give back the necklace you stole! It isn't yours!" Myaira added in a high-pitched, complaining voice. She always had a civilized tongue, and wasn't about to ruin it.
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on May 31, 2009 17:41:37 GMT -5
[ Lol. No, but I'm seriously trying to kill annoy you. x3 'N, there's absotively nothin' wrong with it. What bouts you? Wut's your problem with long posts? Huh? HUH?! xD Lol. ]
"Ah, um, yes, sir. What she said! A naughty, selfish creature you vile thieves are, Rhor! Give back the necklace you stole! It isn't yours!" Myaira said in a squeaky tone. A playful breeze stirred in the air and tugged at her robe as Trystal took a small step forth. The treetops rustled and Rhor hopped twice on the branch as the limb swayed lightly. He ruffled his feathers and sneered. "Aw, yesh. Grumplies maids, naughtin' worse, I says. Heeheehe!" the robin chirped, wiggling his tail feathers in a teasing manner.
"Wells, sorries, I says. Liddle hedgepig's faulter fer walking arounds, unawares! Teeeheetee! Tisk mine now! Taha! Pretty, yesh?" he chirruped, hopping one one foot, cackling gleefully. Trystal was fuming. What an extraordinary cheeky and rude creature! Normally, this wouldn't bother her, much, but after making a poor young hedgehogmaid cry and laughing about it, it was almost like a sixth sense to feel anger. Elron made a sudden dash forth before Trystal could stop him.
He lashed out his "sword" with a cry. Rhor watched the young squirrel with a mock pitying expression. "Heeeheehee! Lookie dat! Stupid treejumper! Kaaaraakk! Stupid, stupid! Teehee!" Elron was bolting up the trunk in an instant, waving his sword madly. Rhor cackled with laughter before easily lifting off before Elron reached up. He soared above the branch and made for the ramparts, wings flapping madly to keep his heavy weight in the air. Elron was after him in a flash. Bravely, but foolishly, he leaped off the branch, hoping to land on the battlements. Lucky for him, the maple was the closest to the wall. Elron landed with a thump on the red sandstone surface.
With a cry, Trystal was after him in a heartbeat, screaming. "Elron! Elron! Stop! Stop now!" A few other beasts looked up from their chores once they heard the yelling mousemaid. They glanced at each other, puzzled. Well, she did look rather like a madbeast. The young squirrel kept going after the robin. Rhor had wheeled around once to see the pursuing creature after him. The mean, cold-ish robin laughed in his shrilling voice and stayed above the battlements so Elron would continue his chase. The mischievous robin thought it was great amusement that Elron vainly tried to catch up to him, the Faster Thief of the Sky, as Rhor calls himself.
xoxo, Northie
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xx. Minty
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I <3 you, Crystal. =)
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Post by xx. Minty on Jun 4, 2009 10:37:38 GMT -5
((*shiftyeyes* whatever, crystal. >3))
Rhor must have been one cruel, uncaring beast, for he encouraged Elron to keep the chase be staying over the battlements, and occasionally slowing down, and when Elron was almost in reach with his weapon, the robin would wheel ahead, screeching with laughter. The pair, and Trystal stumbling after them, didn't make it far, though. Elron had his eyes on the bird, and the bird's shrieking and Trystal's cries had attracted attention. He didn't see the elderly mouse who had heard them first and had come up to investigate. When the old mouse made it to the battlements, he was met, literally, with Elron. Myaira commanded the Dibbuns to stay and help comfort Calryn and darted up the steps.
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→{n.orthie}♥
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yes. yes we do. -sinister grin-
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Post by →{n.orthie}♥ on Jun 4, 2009 15:56:45 GMT -5
A gasp ripped itself out of Trystal's throat. The elderly mouse, Semmol, who was moving up the steps as fast as he could to see what the heck was going on, was rammed dead-on by Elron as he bolted across the battlements. The young squirrel had hit the elderly mouse just as he set found upon the battlement's surface, his eyes never leaving the robin. Semmol grunted and Elron screamed, releasing his "sword," and both tumbled down the stairs. The pair stopped midway, and Myaira was bolting up the steps, followed by a number of spectators. She hopped gingerly down the step, paws sore from running upon the hard red sandstone surface with bare paws.
Semmol took most of the fall, with scratches from the sandstone on his paws, and Elron was grinding his teeth to keep from crying aloud. The belly part of his smock was tattered from scratching against the steps and his paws were scraped and raw. Trystal carefully cradled Elron as she shot a look toward the walltop. Rhor was perched on the battlements, pruning his feathers casually. He caught her hateful glare and winked insolently. "Heehee! Nows that was funnies! Kaaraak!" Then he was off, wings fluttering madly to keep his weight in the air.
xoxo, northie
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