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Post by Zan Taggerung on Sept 2, 2008 18:45:24 GMT -5
The sun was puring from the heavens with unrelenting light. The rays poured from the sky and beat on any unsuspecting creature below them. Zan found the weather better that winter, although the heat didn't suite him well. The rays bounced off his dark brown fur and made him wish that he was in the water, his natural home, swimming like no other. He let out a drawn out sigh. How he longed to hit the water again but his long trek had to make him stray from it for so long.
Long trek it was also. The young river otter had traveled from a far away beach where his former 'family' had camped. Zan didn't think anything of them as family really. Sure they had fed and cared for him, but a clan of vermin was no place for a good Abbey beast. Of sorts, that is. Zan had been born in the Abbey to loving parents. He had only known warmth, and friendliness, until that day. His father had taken him down to the stream as a young pup to wet his back, a typical tradition of the otters. The vermin ambushed his father and family as they celebrated their new streamdog son. Zan didn't recall the memory very well, but he hated the vermin for it, nevertheless.
The vermin took him under their wing. They named him Zan, Zan Taggerung, for he was prophicised to have great strength and cunning. They taught him to fight, always making him hunt down those that needed punishment, and delivering the punishment. He always went soft on the ones he was supposed to deliver punishment to. The clan leader protested to his soft heart but always treated him as a son until Zan escaped. The leader had hunted him down, following him with stealth, however, in the end Zan slayed his 'clan father' and ran again. He had stolen his leader's medium sized knife that had a blue jewel on the end. He had taken a long trek and had almost reached his destination. It was just a whisker's length away now.
The otter was a queer sight at least. His face had painting all across it. A black line rain from his nose, to the back of his head. Red dots flanked the black line on either side. A blue lightning stike was painted horizontally on his right cheek. Zan is tall and lean. His tail is large and rudderlike and his fur is a milky brown color with a beige underbelly. He had long whiskers and was found to be wearing a smile. He was wearing baggy brown pants, with no pockets and a crude leather belt that held his knife.. He is a muscular but lean otter.
Zan is usually a good natured fellow. He loves to help out in anyway he can, whether it be; cooking, cleaning, defending others, and anything else he can do to help. He is a playful fellow and loves to call his friends names playfully and loves to romp. Zan is good with children, playing with them is one of his hobbies. He may look tough but is really a big softie. Zan has a problem with his rage though. If anyone hurts his friends or an innocent being, his rage goes on the fritz and he takes out anyone that causes it. Usually a good fellow, but with quite a tmeper. Zan is found with a big smile and an even bigger heart.
The lean otter reached the Abbey gate and admired the large red walls. They were beautifully made with high walls and tall ramparts. He could see the top of the Abbey and a smile cracked his lips. He was finally back to his true home. Zan raised his fist and gave three loud resounding raps on the large doors. He was so excited but only his smile and the happy glitter and his eyes betrayed his enthusiasm. Zan tilted back his head and bellowed out in a joyous and joking voice. 'Any kind Abbey beast willing to accept a tired riverdog?' He chuckled joyously and waited. He hoped someone would let him in. He hoped more over that he would be accepted as family to the jovial Abbey.
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Post by Mossflower on Sept 5, 2008 7:25:24 GMT -5
Peering carefully from the tree groves not far away from Redwall Abbey was Tulip Fireheart. He had been tracking this otter for some time now until he had reached Redwall.
By now he knew that Redwall was a wonderful place and not yet knowing whether this walking paint canvas was friendly or an enemy he kept watching.
His hands instinctively strayed towards his yew bow as the otter approached the gate and called out his greeting. ~Hmm...Nothing unusual for now.~ He thought as he whipped down from the tree and started approaching the otter.
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Post by Zan Taggerung on Sept 5, 2008 19:48:40 GMT -5
Zan was begining to think that no one would answer his call. His face fell, whiskers drooping in his sadness at the thought that he would be ignored. The large otter sighed, wishing he had never come now. Rejection at his old home... Was it because of his clan paintings? They were stained into his fur, and were difficult to wash off if they ever would wash off. His rudderlike tail fell to the earth. What had he done? It wasn't his fault he had been captured by vermin all those years ago. He had merely been a babe at the time! He sighed and was about to turn tail and leave.
The sound of paws touching the ground made Zan swirl around. His mouth wanted to curl into a snarl, but he forced himself to stay calm. His hand instinctively flew to the dagger like knife that was sheathed at his side. He resisted the urge to draw the blade. His eyes opened wide with his mistake. He was faced with a squirrel padding towards him. A good beast it seemed, though it appeared to be armed with a large bow and a dagger. His body relaxed from it's stiff pose. The burly otter smiled in a greeting. He liffted his webbed paw into the air and waved jolly like towards the squirrel. 'Ahoy, mate! Would you happen to be a good beast of this Abbey?' He inquired with a smile.
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Post by Mossflower on Sept 5, 2008 20:08:29 GMT -5
Tulip cursed himself inwardly as the otter noticed his presence, he was hoping on getting closer before actually greeting the otter. Quickly he hid his surprise and gazed at the otter up and down, it was a fine specimen with a well built body and what seemed to be paintings over it's face. In it's hand was a beautiful knife with a glittering gem encrusted in it.
Tulip gazed at the otter for a while, thinking about whether he should run or answer him. ~Can't get any worse than it is now.~ He thought.
"Ahoy there, I be Tulip Fireheart the Squirrel. I'm a traveler, I offer my...services at anyone in need of them. Who do you be? Tulip said with a flick of his tail, his intense blue eyes peered at the otter as he awaited his answer.
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Post by Zan Taggerung on Sept 5, 2008 20:35:31 GMT -5
Zan didn't notice for quite some time that his knife was still held aloft in his paw. He admired the blade for a minute. The blue gem was almost transparent, and was craftily fashioned to the pommel of his dagger. The blade had not one stain or scratch on it. He blinked and sheathed the blade. He was glad he stole the knife from the vermin clan leader, as it was a nice blade and had served him well ever since he'd taken it. Zan looked back up at the squirrel. Histail had lifted again and his whiskers were heald aloft and happy. he smiled sheepishly at the new aquaintance. 'Sorry, mate. Old habits die hard and these are dangerous times ya know. Can't be to careful.'
Zan listened to the name and occupation intently. He was glad to have talked to someone for it had been awhile since he had found a good beast to speak with. Zan smiled. 'I'd be Zan Taggerung, a Redwaller that was captured as a babe and wishes to return home. Pleasure to meet ya, Tulip.' Zan held his webbed paw up for the squirrel to shake. He smiled. Tulip had odd blue eyes for a squirrel but Zan would bet that the ladies were drawn to him because of it. His own eyes were a soft hazel hue. Zan gazed at the Abbey for a moment before looking back at Tulip. 'Do ya know how to get a poor riverdog into his old home? I sure do hope someone remembers me. Doubt it though, it's been many seasons...'
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Post by Mossflower on Sept 5, 2008 20:43:02 GMT -5
The smallest shadow of a smile spread across Tulip's grayish fur, "We have all gone through some rough times"he said in the quietest of whispers as his memory drifted back into time, he quickly snapped out of it and looked back at the otter. He looked at Zan's outstretched hand as if shaking it was a new concept to him. Tentatively he firmly shook it, quite pleased that he had succeed in that one minor task. ~I'm going to have to get use to people again.~ He thought as he looked back at Zan.
His tail twitched as he looked past Zan's shoulder and to the Abbey, many times he had seen it and the happy creatures that had lived in it, But not once had he gone inside. "I'm sorry to say, but I can't help you getting in the Abbey...You see..I live in the woods"He said, his tail flicking towards the never-ending trees that were part of Mossflower Woods.
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Post by Jasyn on Sept 6, 2008 18:18:26 GMT -5
Rizhacka had marched up to the ramparts to escape the abbey babe's parents. Apparently, they had asked the abbess to banish him from the abbey on account of his savage appearance. He was 'corrupting' the dibbuns. What a load of(censored)! Truth be told, Rizhacka was actually quite proud of his appearance. All the way from his serpent tail ring, to his many tattoos, to his torn ear. The short otter grumbled and cursed all the way, untill he heard voices. Peeking over, with his paws held ready to unsheath his spears, he listened. One was another otter, slightly younger then himself with tattoos an a knife. The other was a grey squirrel about the other otter's age armed with dagger and bow. Neither was a vermin, so Rizhacka decided to test his chances. "Ahoy down the path. Who be the ones seeking admission into our fair abbey? Speak up now!"
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Post by Mossflower on Sept 6, 2008 22:28:51 GMT -5
Tulip was lost in thoughts as he gazed at Zan once again. He quickly snapped out of his daydreaming and looked up at the rampart where a fearsome looking otter was currently standing. ~Is there only Otters in this Abbey place?~ thought the Squirrel as he looked from one Otter to the next one. He glanced up again, "Ahoy there!, I don't be needing any help getting in, but 'me mate here does.He called out to the Otter.
He glanced back at Zan, "'Ey there mate, there be an otter calling out to you....You should probably answer him. Tulip told Zan before looking back up at the Otter.
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Post by Jasyn on Sept 6, 2008 22:31:23 GMT -5
Rizhacka gave a great booming bark of a laugh. "Ay. I suppose he do. I need names though." the otter gave them a scruntinizing look then growled savagely. "And your purpose of coming here." He then grinned again. He stood to his full height(not too terribly impressive though) and held up a hand. "Hang on a tick and I'll open the gates. After names of course!"
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Post by Zan Taggerung on Sept 7, 2008 14:43:40 GMT -5
Zan listened to Tulip. 'Ah, that's right fine mate. Someone will come eventually. Thanks for keeping a lonely streamdog company, Tulip.' He smiled, genuinely happy to have met the squirrel. Zan whipped his head around when her heard pawsteps up on the ramparts. He smiled at the figure of the other otter. He opened his mouth to speak but Tulip beat him to it. He shrugged, not minding really. He raised his webbed paw and waved, following Tulip's advice. His eyes glittered happily. 'Aye, that'd be me, mate!' He listened to the otter for sometime. He wanted names and that was jolly alright with Zan. 'Zan Taggerung's my name, sir!' It also appeared the otter wanted to know why he was here. 'I'm here because I was born here, I was taken away by vermin when I was a mere babe but I escaped to come back home.' He smiled. The large otter bounded over to the gates and looked back at Tulip. 'Sure ya don't want to come, mate? Thanks for helping me, Tulip.' He smiled, hoping that he would say yes but figured that the squirrel prefered his woodland home.
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