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Post by Chou on Oct 23, 2014 22:56:46 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] Chou sighed as she turned a small, scrawny carrot around in her hands. Was this really the best this… she wasn't even comfortable calling it a farm. It looked more like a dead garden. The taguel sighed as she dumped the puny thing into her sack. If there was one nice thing she could say about her now deceased father, that would the man's ability to grow or rejuvenate just about anything. He had a truly green thumb, and because of it could provide a large variety in vegetables, and not just roots. His carrots were also much bigger and healthier looking. 'Oh well. This is what happens when you lower your standards and target poorer areas.' The better, lusher farms and gardens were typically well protected. Some of them even had dogs!
Despite the advantage Chou had over them in her rabbit form, most dogs just could not be reasoned with. She had tried countless times to bribe or sweet talk the mutts, but they were too loyal to their owners to allow some strange rabbit woman ransack the place - that, and they would be scolded for not doing their jobs. At least two of the dogs were dumb enough to try and ambush her, whereas the others had the sense to keep their distance and just bark their silly heads off, or threaten to. The two that had had the audacity to leap at her were met with the strong hind paws of an abnormally large white rabbit, and left to die while she looted the place. Alas, days like those seemed to be scarce nowadays. It was slim pickings all around.
The small sack was slung over her shoulder so that she could rummage freely, the contents occasionally bumping into the small of her back when she bent over to inspect something. It was like carrying a bag of small and hard potatoes, though she only had two of those. Everything else were sorry excuses for radishes, carrots and parsnips. Chou was starting to wonder if it was even worth the effort or risk of being caught. If this wasn't some poor farmer's property, she definitely would not have considered it. The old fool didn't even have a dog, from what she could see, though there was a cat or two lurking around. Cats were okay in her book. They were too small and insignificant to be a threat, and as carnivores operating under their own agenda, they had little to no beef with produce thieves.
With a bag slightly heavier than a few minutes ago, Chou decided it was time to leave while the getting was good. It was at three hours before sunrise, but farmers were typically early birds, even crappy farms like the one she was at right now. For all she knew, someone who knew what they were doing would show up to buy and revitalize the dump - "Er…"
Standing alert and with its lips pulled back in a snarl, was a massive and heavily muscled dog. The dog was covered in a thick layer of black and grey fur, and had a long scar trailing from under its right eye to the tip of its snout. It was safe to say that it was one of the biggest dogs Chou had had the misfortune of running into. She was fairly confident that she could deal with it if it came down to blows, but she had doubts on making it out unscathed. Where the hell had this dog even come from, anyway? Wouldn't she have heard it sneaking up on her, or had she confused it with something else…?
"You there. With the bag. Put it down." The dog licked his chops and took one step forward. "This is my swamp."
Chou wasn't going to concede to an oversized rug. They may be poor roots, but they were her roots, damn it. As she was not pushed into a corner and provided with multiple options, however, Chou decided to take the easy way out - she bolted. Now, anyone who has ever encountered an aggressive or excitable dog knows that you do not simply flee from them. The dog sees such an act as a chance to chase and attempt to overtake its prey. Chou was not your garden variety rabbit, though. She was a taguel, and fleet of foot regardless of her current form. This was not the first time she has had to run for her life, and she has yet to run into a dog that could outmatch her.
The large mountain dog's paws thudded heavily into the ground as he ran after her. Most dogs would bark to alert their masters or to strike terror into the heart of their prey, but not this mutt. It was a little unnerving, to be honest, and reeked of overconfidence. Oh well. The dumb dog was going to eat fence in a moment.
The sack sailed through the air and over the strange, barbed wire fence. It was a little too tall for her to comfortably leap over, and the last thing she needed was a blood trail for this pooch to sniff her out easier. She dropped down on all fours and sort of slid under the gap she had created earlier. It would have worked, too, if her tail hadn't got snagged on a bit of wire. Chou had half of her body out before she felt the sharp tug, and a harder one only made it hurt.
She was stuuuuck. So stuck. The key thing to do here was to stay calm and carefully work her way out, right?
Hahahahaha no. Chou began flailing her arms and legs, and emitted a shamelessly high pitched cry of distress. Whoever invented the barbed wire fence was a giant jerk. The owner of the paw pressing into her backside was an even bigger one. Chou ceased her flailing to tense up every muscle within her body. Her legs were vulnerable, and transforming now would just be painful. It didn't help that the dog's breath was seeping through the fence and brushing against her, either. His breath smelled strongly of raw meat and decay. "Can you run? I think not... I think not." ∝:1043 ✏:First post. (´・ω・`) @:No one right now [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Post by Pepe on Oct 23, 2014 23:43:07 GMT
(Music: www.yourepeat.com/watch?v=a8_TiJK-SrQ Gotta use his OST once.) Pepe stared out into the wilderness from the hill he had climbed on top of. He had decided to keep himself in his human form for now, in case any of the barbarians would be around. He just wanted peace and serenity. The mountains far in the distance were a very soothing thing to look at, and for once there was not that much snow around. He breathed calmly as he closed his eyes and opening his ears fully, listening to the nature's sounds. Birds chirping, a river flowing in the distance... High pitched screams of distress were not that natural. His eyes opened as he looked around, frowning at the source of the scream as he then noticed that, if one went down the hill and a few hillsworths to the left, you could see a barbed fence and a farm. Now there was a rather large mountain dog of sorts and a taguel struggling under the fence. He sighed to himself. One of the younglings probably who had decided to steal from the barbarians again. When would they learn? Hopefully someday before he would die, that's for sure. He reached for the glimmering stone on his belt as he then raised it, a cocoon of sorts forming around him as he then shifted into his skunk form as he begun to run towards the fence. Hopefully he would make it... He had to. He would not see another of his race die, they were already too few. He would maybe die old and alone, but others would not. Once he was closer to the fence he actually had time to think about his strategy as he suddenly proceeded to focus all the power to his legs, bouncing high and barely above the fence as his tail was scratched by the barbs. That would be... Messy. "ACH! DOW' BELOW, COVA' YER NOSE!" With that, he focused as he then released his natural foul aromas while still above the dog and the female taguel. Chou
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Taguel
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Post by Chou on Oct 24, 2014 16:05:00 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] If it weren't for the skunk taguel, Chou would have been forced into doing something rather painful. The dog's paw jerked away from the rabbit taguel beneath him, and turned his head up to stare at the leaping skunk. Chou tried her best to follow the skunk's trajectory, a sinking feeling assaulting her stomach. A skunk's natural defense was the foul odor it was capable of releasing. Was he going to…?
A loud yelp and series of sneezes from the dog confirmed it. Thanks to her stupidly sensitive nose, Chou's nostrils filled up with the bad smell. She reflexively kicked one leg out behind her as she clapped her hands over her nose. While the smell wasn't aimed directly at her, it was still pretty strong. The dog, who had presumably taken it to the face, was much worse off than the girl.
"BLIMEY! MY FECKING NOSE. UUUUGH IT'S EVERYWHERE!" There was a rustling sound as the dog dropped down and began rolling about. If there was more than a bit of hard, frost bitten ground in this area, he would have shoved his face as far into the snow as possible. Unfortunately for the dog, there was hardly any of that cold and fluffy stuff here. "I'll murder ya! I'll rip ya to shreds!" His threats weren't very effective, given how muffled and frantic he sounded.
Chou waited until the temporarily blinded dog got within kicking distance, and slammed the heel of her boot into his muzzle. The dog whimpered and pulled back, stumbling over his own paws as he limped away from the taguels. "You varmint will regret this," he cried. "No one gets one up on Rowsby Woof!" There was a low thunk as the dog ran into a wheelbarrow. "No one!"
What the dog did mattered little to Chou, as long as he did not call for his master. "Hey! Old man! Help me out of this thing before he comes back." Hopefully she could get out without maiming her fluffy white tail. ∝:337 ✏:Tail onegai. [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Post by Pepe on Oct 24, 2014 17:43:33 GMT
Pepe frowned for a second as he watched the dog curse and leave. "Ach, if 'm an old man yer' a damnae baby, eh?" He rolled his eyes once as he then stared at the barbed wire fence in his taguel form. He stroked his chin with his paw for a moment. "Ach, bloody hooman's an' their overl' paranoid ways. 'Am humbly sorreh for wot 'am 'bout to do, bu' eh, that thar fence is hard ta take daown an' ah' just can' be arsed, yeh?" With that, he turned around so that his butt was facing her... Before then landing a good kick on her. Hopefully there would be enough power in that to launch her without... Too much pain caused by the fencing. He kept his eyes stern as he watched out for the dog, breathing heavily as he then looked over his shouder, grunting weakly. "Ach, did thae' werk?" (Sorry for short post, did not wanna godmod you getting trough or anythang. I'll make it up in the next post.) Chou
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Taguel
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Post by Chou on Oct 25, 2014 19:30:00 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] "I'm fine with being a baby, just please…" It was kind of too late for her not to be. She was caught under a fence and flailing about like an impatient toddler. The only thing missing were the tears, but crying would definitely not help her now. Er, what was he about to do…? Chou did not like the fact that the male taguel was apologizing, and apparently too lazy to resort to safer and slower tactics. …He was going to rip her out of the fence, wasn't he?
Chou managed to push herself up onto her elbows, and wiggled her butt around. "I think I can manage on my OOOOOOOWN-" The taguel popped free under the fence from the force of the kick, and was sent sliding headfirst into a pile of cold and stiff hay. Her first concern was naturally her bottom, which felt slightly breezier now, thanks to a missing chunk of fur from her thick tail.
She rolled away from the hay, turning to inspect the small bald spot near the base of her tail, and then glanced over at the fence, where a little ball of white fur was caught. Sure, she was in pain, but that did not compare to her lost pride. "…My tail!" Chou winced from the pain as she stood up, but ignored it to focus on collecting the snared ball of fur. She did not want some creepy human fondling her tail fur, or a cheeky rodent running off with it to line its burrow. "Was that really necessary," she hissed at the taguel on the other side of the fence. Bluh. Better to have a patch of missing fur than to be used as a chew toy. "Thank you."
Her ears drooped to the side as she tried to (futilely) stick the ball of fur back onto her tail. "It's not that noticeable, right?" Right now was possibly the worse time for vanity, but Chou was too distracted to worry about the dog or his owners. ∝:337 ✏:S'all good. [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Post by Pepe on Oct 25, 2014 20:49:07 GMT
"Blech, as long as no-one looks at yer arse yer gon' b' fine." Pepe nodded once as he then stared at the fence, taking a few steps back before taking running steps and leaving over the fence once more, his tail once again scraping against the top of the barbed wire. Once he landed he stared at his own tail, which had blood seeping from it ever so slightly. "Ach, tha' gon' smarts for a long time, oy oy oy...." He shook his head once as the stone around his neck begun to glow, encasing him in a cocoon before a rather large and furry man burst out of it. He stretched his human body for a moment, sticking his tail inside his coat and his ears inside his little cap. He wiped his nose once before then staring to the younger taguel for a moment, stroking his beard. "Ach... Nao'. Why in th' holy feck of th' spirits were yer stealin' from 'em hoomans? 'Em got barbs and weapon's 'o steel, woman! Imagin' 'f sum'ma woulddabeen hom'. An' imagin' if I woulddanae been 'ere, ay'? Ya'd be dead. Or worse, tha' dog wouldda kept yer alive an' eaten ya piece by piece, or wors'." He sighed, shaking his head. "An' for wot?" He tilted his head once, staring at the bag with a furrowed brow. "Fer sum' bloody veggies thae be frozen aneways? 'S like yer wan' to die fer stupidity, dammit." He hung his head for a moment, sighing in frustration. "Are ye thae' hugnreh, wot? Got nae family or are they nae' good? Sick?" Once more his head tilted as he sounded a bit worried, spitting on the ground. "Ach. If yer need food... Bleh, curs' me fer bein' a nice feller, but if yer need any food, a' think a' can provide fer sumthin'. A' git a bit of a stockpil', yeh?" Chou
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Taguel
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Post by Chou on Oct 26, 2014 17:15:58 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] '"Bleh"?! What does that mean?!' Was it really that bad? Chou gave her tail another self-conscious pat before sighing in defeat. She always made sure to cover her taguel features around the humans, so it was unlikely that someone other than a fellow taguel or lesser beast would notice, but still…
Chou backed up as the skunk taguel hopped the fence, wincing as she saw his tail brush against the barbed tips of the fence. They weren't serious wounds; only a few scratches, but she imagined that he would have been in greater pain if he had fallen onto the fence instead - or worse; gotten entangled in it. Being trapped under the fence was scary enough, but being wrapped in it and at the mercy of whoever came by was downright horrifying.
The ears on her head twitched and lowered behind her head, as a sign of nervousness, when the now bearded man before her began scolding her like a child. She puffed her cheeks out like she was about to complain, but found it hard to actually do so. The man had a point. Even with her superior speed, being trapped under the fence would have gotten her killed or tortured by the dog. "This is one of the few times I've actually been caught in the act," she sullenly muttered. "I was hungry, and even if all they had was a bunch of crummy frozen vegetables, it's better than what I've been eating for a while now." Sprouts, twigs, bark, and the occasional fruit were not very… filling. Most of it also became hard to find the further north you went into this unyielding land.
She lightly kicked her sack of veggies with one boot. "I don't have a family." That was as much as she was willing to give away on the matter. She could imagine that her father would not be pleased about her exploits since his death. The man had been a joker until the very end, but not even he approved of theft. "Wait… You have food?" Her ears perked up at the mention of a stockpile, but her father's warning of strangers-
Urrrrrrrrk! Chou flushed and placed a hand over her loudly rumbling stomach. Stranger or not, the man had stepped in to help, despite not owing her anything. He was even offering her food. If he had something much better than hard and bitter roots to offer, she would gladly take it. "Yes, please!" Had her tail been longer and bushier, it would be wagging right now. ∝:426 ✏:--- [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Post by Pepe on Oct 26, 2014 17:45:20 GMT
He sighed a bit, stroking his beard for a moment before nodding. "Aye. Ach, I've been storin' 'em up fer a while now, dun wanna get surprised by wintah. Mith' b' a bittae hard winter this year t', so..." He shrugged once, watching as the girl kicked her bag. Or well, she was obviously old enough to be called a woman, but her actions had branded her as a slightly foolish child in Pepe's head. "'M always been told thae A'm tae nice t' people, bu'..." He stroked the back of his neck, grunting once as he rolled his eyes. "'A guess tha' if it all goes fer 'n orphan' an' all, 'A could let yer take sum'tings from me warren. 'S not much, jus' sum extra meat an' som' potatoes alon' with the occasional carrot..." He should not be this charitable. But come on, she's alone. Probably without any real friends, trying to steal from humans to survive. If that wasn't enough to tug one's heartstrings, nothing could. And Pepe's strings were easier to pull than a beginners marionette. He smiled lightly as the girl proceeded to accept as he then raised his head, sniffing his nose as if to determine what the air smelled like. "'m humbl' abode shouldn' be thae far, lass. Mayb' a few whiles plus som' moments, and then we shoul' be thar'." He laughed slightly at his own way of describing time before then beginning to scale up the hill he had rushed down earlier. "This thae way." Chou
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Post by Chou on Oct 26, 2014 22:20:41 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] Ah, the beauty of stockpiles. She really should smarten up and make one of her own before it was too late. It was so much easier to do when you were in a group, especially a warren, where you could rely on the others to help and protect it from others. She had done so in her previous warren, and of course a winter store back when her father was still alive. Now that she was more or less a wandering vagabond, she more or less tried to carry as much as she could on her back, and scavenge for supplies as she went along. She would have to settle down sooner or later, though.
Chou blanched at the mention of meat, though she did brighten up when he brought up carrots and potatoes. As much as she tried to stick to her strict vegetarian diet, desperate times called for desperate measures. Hopefully none of it would be rabbit. That was completely unacceptable to this taguel. "Anything you can spare will be fine. It's really generous of you." Others weren't as kind.
She picked up her bag of meager rations, and slung it over her shoulder. What was the point in leaving it behind, after the trouble she had gone through to gather it? At any rate, she could hardly afford to shirk off whatever provisions she could get her paws on. The last thing she saw when she glanced at the farm was the dog, Rowsby Woof, quietly snarling at them near a ramshackle shed. Chou turned away from the dog, but not without first sticking her tongue out at him.
"So mister… um, what's your name?" It occurred to Chou that she had not introduced herself yet, and kind of felt bad about it. "My name is Chou, by the way." She nimbly made her way up the hill, dodging stray rocks. "And your warren… is it mostly skunks or…?" She had only been exposed to one warren so far, and that one was completely comprised of other rabbit taguels. ∝:342 ✏:Bluh bluh notes. [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Oleg
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Post by Pepe on Oct 27, 2014 14:12:06 GMT
He stopped for a moment, gritting his teeth. "... I live alone." He left it there, without any accent or cheery disposition as he continued to climb. He knew that he should not be annoyed at the girl for asking an innocent question or somesuch, yet he had never been that happy to talk about his past mistakes and the consequences. But, how those mistakes had felt so smooth, and had those mistake's hair been so nice smelling. He shook his head once with a sigh as they reached the top of the hill and begun to scale it down the other side. "M' nam's Pepe." He nodded, slowly smiling again as he then added. "Yer's got a nice name, heh." He laughed a bit, climbing up a second hill. Chou... Chou. It ringed nicely in his ear. That's how you know how a name is good, when it kinda rings in your ear. He stroked the back of his neck for a moment. "S', where do yer' make yer humbl' abode, then? A' presm' yer got yerself' a solo warren if nuffin' else, ay'?" Hopefully the girl had SOMEWHERE to sleep warm. Even a little itty bitty hole would do. Hopefully. Chou
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Post by Chou on Oct 27, 2014 19:21:00 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] The man stopped so suddenly that she almost bumped into him. She had asked a touchy question about a sensitive subject. His lack of cheer or even an accent sent a slight chill down her spine. When she had asked about his warren, she was under the assumption that he had company, and not a solitary rabbit like she was. "Why call it a warren, then?" was something that lingered just on her lips, but even she could not ask such an insensitive question.
Chou remained silent as they reached the top of the hill, reluctant to say anything else, less she offend the man even more. She had learned that just staying quiet was usually the best way to keep herself from saying something dumb or offensive. A small pebble tumbled down the slope as Chou stumbled in alarm. The man, who introduced himself as Pepe, was speaking again. His name made her think of a small child trying to pronounce "pepper." A small smile formed on her face, and even stayed when Pepe probed her with a question.
"I don't really have a home right now. There was some… trouble in my old one, and I've been traveling since." Even if the other members of her warren had survived, Chou was not sure that they would allow her to rejoin them. She had run off when things got dangerous, practically leaving them for dead to save her own skin. Their opponents had had steel and armor, though. "It's not a very cozy lifestyle, but I manage by digging out scrapes for the night. You know - shallow holes in the ground to rest and hide in." They were surprisingly easy to scratch out, even when the ground was frozen solid.
She expected that Pepe had something larger and comfier to go home to, though. Assuming his warren had been designed for multiple taguel, it was probably decently sized and well hidden. The tips of Chou's ears twitched in curiosity as she scanned the mountainous terrain for the faintest sign of taguelization - taguel civilization. ∝:346 ✏:meep [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Post by Pepe on Oct 27, 2014 20:02:31 GMT
"Trooble?" He raised his eyebrow a bit. Maybe... Maybe she had suffered the same fate he had suffered all those years ago. His heart sunk a bit as he heard that the girl did indeed make little holes to sleep in for the night. "Ach, thannae' gewd at all, lass." He shook his head as they walked, finally reaching a rather spacious and hilly area surrounded by pine trees. He looked around for a moment before nodding, heading towards one of the larger hills before then digging about some snow with his hands before... Falling inside the hill. "Ach, her' it is, yer!" He laughed a bit goofily as he sat there in his humble abode. It was nothing special, really. Just a homely little hole with some human candles, a bed that was rarely used, pots, all that kind of stuff with some half gnawed meat and veggies littered around. "Anehways... Make yerself at hom', amma jus'..." He got up, heading to a little corner off at his hole as he begun to dig with his hands once more. It took a long while before he finally managed to rip out a rather large bag, swinging it over his head so it landed near the entrance. "Alleyop. 'S got sum' o' me stockpile, should keep yer alive fer a whil'." He nodded, stroking his beard. "Al'tho... A' say, A' could help yer make yerself' a lil' hole nearby. Thes' hills got sum' good space under 'em fer sum good hom's, am sure we coul' settle ya in one of 'em." "If ya don' min' being m' temporary neighbor, eh? Mus' be a damnae nightmare knowin' me, HAR!" He laughed for a while, patting his belly. Chou
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Post by Chou on Oct 29, 2014 15:53:35 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] From the sound of it, Pepe did not like that Chou slept in itty bitty holes in the ground, which was reasonable enough, but there was no sense in digging in permanent one right now. For one, Chou had to find a good area for that, and for another, she was somewhat hoping to stumble upon another warren to merge with. Living alone was awfully lonely.
She blinked as Pepe slowed down near a cluster of pine trees and lots and lots of snow. The cold did not bother her much because of her fur, but still. She watched as the man dug through the snow with very faint chills on her skin. Surely he didn't actually live in a snow drift, right? When the snow gave way to reveal a sizeable hole, however, Chou relaxed.
Chou hopped in after Pepe, the tips of her ears flicking from side to side as she instinctively checked for any foreign sounds. From the look and smell of the place, though, it was rather devoid of life, aside from Pepe, of course. She was slightly tempted to tidy the place up, but kept her hands on the small sack she still carried.
While Pepe busied himself with digging in a corner, Chou plopped down on the bed and rested her chin on her knees as she watched him work. It appeared to be a well hidden burrow. Unless someone had the misfortune of falling through the snow bank, they would not find the taguel. Her previous scrapes were just barely covered with pine needles and bits of fur. It was mostly luck that kept the barbarians or others from unearthing her in her sleep.
Chou nibbled on one of the hard and bitter roots as she watched Pepe dig for buried treasure something. It went on long enough that she got bored and wandered around his home, examining the odds and ends. She was in the middle of trying to coax a shy mole from under his bed when, the sound of a heavy bag struck the floor somewhere behind her. It was a large bag of supplies.
The little mole squeaked and retreated further into its hole as Chou scampered over to pick up the bag, almost forgetting her own. "This is a lot. I could live for at least a month off of it." And likely much longer, if she carefully rationed it. "…My own hole?" Chou looked up from the bag she was rummaging through. She wouldn't mind living in a comfy hillside home for a while, and with Pepe as a neighbor, she would not have to be lonely.
"I don't mind at all. It would be preferable to wandering around and sleeping in shallow holes." She smiled at the jolly older taguel. "I survived my father's bad jokes. I think I can manage." ∝:475 ✏:Meh post. >.< [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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Oleg
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Post by Pepe on Oct 29, 2014 16:54:30 GMT
"Eh, so yer pop' was a jokester? Har, 'm guessin' he was a bunneh t'?" He tilted his head for a moment as he then took a step back, jerking his thumb to the hole he had dug for himself. "An' don'cha worreh lass, I got meself aroun' fifteen sacks o' th' same size. Ammae not gon' die from' hunga' anytim' soon." He patted his belly for emphasis once more as he then nodded to her. "An'ways, 'boot thae' hole we gon' dig for yer." He proceeded to climb out the exit of his humble little abode as he stared around for a moment. "A' thin' we got yer a g' place here." He nodded, pointing over to a slightly smaller hill just a few meters away. "Nao'..." He proceeded to grab the glowing stone on his belt as he raised it, a cocoon engulfing him as he then burst out in his skunk form. "Min' helping?" He looked to her for a moment before leaping to the other hill, starting to dig. After a while of digging, he begun to speak. Maybe just out of wanting something to say. "Ya' no', sumtime's I wonda' if A' coul' get sum moar' people here. Ya' n'oo, make it a whole tagueltown, eh? 'Sbeen always a kinda dream. Taguel's in a whol' town o' sorts, like 'em hoomans. Mayb' even tradin' with 'em buggars. Not all o' 'em are bad." Chou
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Post by Chou on Oct 29, 2014 19:36:20 GMT
[attr="class","zelamir"] Chou's smile flickered at Pepe's question. Was he father a bunny? No. He wasn't even a taguel. She hesitated, unsure of how to answer. Most of the taguel she had run into had an extreme hatred or at least some dislike for humans, and she was afraid of being looked down on for being raised by one. As far as she knew, Pepe could be one of them, and she feared being spurned and kicked off of his territory. In this case, she thought it was prudent to lie. "Y-yeah." It was mostly true; at least one of her parents was bound to be a taguel.
She was really glad when Pepe changed the subject. She reaaally did not want to get into the topic about family right now. "Did you build your burrow on your own? It must have taken a while…" Her voice trailed off as she fiddled with the larger sack. It likely took less in his skunk form, though she was unsure of how good a digger they were. Does, however, were very well suited to the task, especially since they dug out better holes than bucks for their offspring.
When Pepe stepped out into the snow, Chou followed, turning her eyes to rest on the small hill the man had picked out. "Yeah. Of course I'll help." She was definitely no freeloader, and digging was always nice. Before shifting into her rabbit form, though, Chou tucked the small sack into the larger one, and tied it up nice and tight. She then followed Pepe's suit, by grasping the beaststone hanging from her neck. A large, white albino rabbit appeared a moment later, and hopped after the skunk.
The rabbit settled down beside the skunk, and began kicking large clumps of snow behind her with her forepaws, before digging into the frigid earth below. The outer layer was rather tough against her claws, but soon gave way to softer and pliable earth. She was careful not to shower Pepe with any of it, of course. "Tagueltown, huh?" Chou paused in her digging to sit up on her haunches and tilt one head at Pepe. A community of taguel sounded nice.
She brought her forepaws back to the ground a moment later, though did not resume her previous enthusiasm. Her white paws pawed daintily at a small pile of dirt. "It does sound better than roughing it out on your own. Safety in numbers, too…" She twitched her nose at Pepe's last statement - about humans. "I agree. Some of them are kind of… nice. Do you think they'll leave us alone if we keep to ourselves, though?" Based on the limited knowledge she had of taguel and human relationships, that seemed unlikely, but if each side would just mind their own business, why couldn't they live in harmony? Or was that just another of her naïve viewpoints? ∝:481 ✏:Bluh bluh notes. [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar]height:5px;width:12px;background-color:#12090a;[/newclass] [newclass=.zelamir ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#390000;border-left:1px solid #000000;border-top:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;[/newclass]
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