Post by Ashen on May 10, 2007 0:05:53 GMT -5
A semi-continuation from [TP] The madness begins.
Characters: Blackbriar, Nightshade, Snowdrop, Sunflower
Location: Warren - Honeycomb
Barely managing to make it into the warren's main area before practically collapsing into a shuddering ball of fur in the middle of the honeycomb, Nightshade finally allows herself to slip into a state of tharn. If she didn't, she might very well go crazy. She has never in her life seen anything so horribly...there aren't even words to describe it. Except for one. "Zorn..." she manages to murmur under her breath.
Sunflower follows after her mother further into the safety of the warren. Her gaze following over the ones here as she moves to her mothers side. She noses at her faintly while a faint worried whimper escapes her, she settles down presses close to her mother's side, very unsure what to do or say at the moment.
With her typically usual habits, Snowdrop doesn't often find herself joining the others above. Due to this, she missed the the bloodshed. Visually, at least. There was no hiding from the shrieks and thumps, and all other signs of panic. She travels into the honeycomb stiffly, not sure if she wants to know, but unable to keep away. "What... happened?" She breaths, eyes wide and darting among the occupants.
"/Embleer/ FRITH!" Is only part of the stream of curses that echoes down the western run into the Honeycomb, followed by scratching and thumping as Blackbriar packs dirt into the entrance, being showered briefly by dirt from above that one of the wolves pushed in. The Captain turns and balks at the stinking scent of the wolves, the fur on the back of his neck raised before he makes his way towards the Honeycomb. Upon entering, he perks his ears forward and slowly makes his way through the shaken gathering. To Nightshade, he nuzzles her neck worridly, watching her with dark, helpless eyes before his attention drifts to his daughter, and to Sunflower the buck rests his cheek against hers.
Sunflower gaze snaps back towards the entrance as she hears her father call out. She sucks in a faint breath while shifting up so she's sitting while her forepaws grip at the ground not fully sure what to expect until she catches sight of her father's form. A faint breath escapes her and she watches her parents glad there alright at least. She noses back at her father's cheek as her ears twitch at times taking in different sounds and the voices of the other rabbits.
"Zorn..." Nightshade repeats again, slowly coming out of her frozen, terrified state. "The Black Rabbit has come for Myrtle-rah," she informs Snowdrop as well as the others present who had the fortune of not being aboveground when the elil struck. "Wolves. But why so close to the farm?" she inquires with a pleading voice, as if trying to ask Frith himself. Wolves had never come this close before without Man scaring them away, part of the reason why the rabbits made the edge of the meadow their home. And so they had let their guard down...and it had cost them.
"Myrtle-rah...?" Snowdrop looks about, from Blackbriar to Nightshade, even a passing glance to Sunflower. Her ears flare and her nose twitches rapidly. She has so many questions, but shock clogs the doe's mind and they never form into anything coherent.
To all, Blackbriar can only manage a meager twisting of his ears, as if acknowledging other presences but little else. His dark, brooding eyes close as he withdraws a little into himself, his normal role of leader in a time of crises reft from him because of the wolves. The earthy rabbit settles on to all fours between his daughter and his mate, his attention not focused on anything, and distant, and dark.
Sunflower frowns as she hears her mother and lowers head as she hears that Myrtle is gone. A faint whimper escapes her, she really looked up to her as she does with her mother. Her eyes close and she leans against her father while taking in a breath. No reason to talk now.
The buck can only shake his head in disbelief, feeling the sadness and rage building in him and roiling around in his blood; the scene continues to play in his mind, and although he knows that he could do nothing to prevent what happened, he still wishes he could have. Blackbriar shifts uncomfortably before quietly murmuring, "My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." Laying his head back along his body, and issuing a brief nuzzle to Sunflower and Nightshade, the captain sighs and slowlys moves off to the entrance runs, "...must check the runs, take a head count, check the runs, take a ..." and his murmurings fade away in the dimness of the warren.
In the absence of both captain and chief, the latter permanent, Nightshade, as the eldest Owsla member, takes on the role of leader to the confused, panicky, terrified hrair of rabbits. "We must all take time to mourn our fallen chief. But once this time of sadness has passed, we will seek to elect a new chief, one to lead us through such a horrible event in our history and into peaceful times once again," Nightshade intones, always business. Even in the midst of such madness, anarchy can not be allowed to take over the fragile minds of the already panicked rabbits. She cannot think of anything further to say to the gathered crowd, and simply shakes her head and departs towards her burrow. They all need to rest, herself included.
Sunflower ears lower as she hears her mother, eyes closing while she nods, a shakey breath escaping her while she curls up wanting to forget about tonight. Wolves.. why, why did they come here? Her gaze turns to follow after her parents and she looks around unsure what to do, or go. Catching sight of Chestnut she wanders over to the sleeping rabbit and just settles down there soon falling asleep herself to have a awful night of dreams most likely.
Characters: Blackbriar, Nightshade, Snowdrop, Sunflower
Location: Warren - Honeycomb
Barely managing to make it into the warren's main area before practically collapsing into a shuddering ball of fur in the middle of the honeycomb, Nightshade finally allows herself to slip into a state of tharn. If she didn't, she might very well go crazy. She has never in her life seen anything so horribly...there aren't even words to describe it. Except for one. "Zorn..." she manages to murmur under her breath.
Sunflower follows after her mother further into the safety of the warren. Her gaze following over the ones here as she moves to her mothers side. She noses at her faintly while a faint worried whimper escapes her, she settles down presses close to her mother's side, very unsure what to do or say at the moment.
With her typically usual habits, Snowdrop doesn't often find herself joining the others above. Due to this, she missed the the bloodshed. Visually, at least. There was no hiding from the shrieks and thumps, and all other signs of panic. She travels into the honeycomb stiffly, not sure if she wants to know, but unable to keep away. "What... happened?" She breaths, eyes wide and darting among the occupants.
"/Embleer/ FRITH!" Is only part of the stream of curses that echoes down the western run into the Honeycomb, followed by scratching and thumping as Blackbriar packs dirt into the entrance, being showered briefly by dirt from above that one of the wolves pushed in. The Captain turns and balks at the stinking scent of the wolves, the fur on the back of his neck raised before he makes his way towards the Honeycomb. Upon entering, he perks his ears forward and slowly makes his way through the shaken gathering. To Nightshade, he nuzzles her neck worridly, watching her with dark, helpless eyes before his attention drifts to his daughter, and to Sunflower the buck rests his cheek against hers.
Sunflower gaze snaps back towards the entrance as she hears her father call out. She sucks in a faint breath while shifting up so she's sitting while her forepaws grip at the ground not fully sure what to expect until she catches sight of her father's form. A faint breath escapes her and she watches her parents glad there alright at least. She noses back at her father's cheek as her ears twitch at times taking in different sounds and the voices of the other rabbits.
"Zorn..." Nightshade repeats again, slowly coming out of her frozen, terrified state. "The Black Rabbit has come for Myrtle-rah," she informs Snowdrop as well as the others present who had the fortune of not being aboveground when the elil struck. "Wolves. But why so close to the farm?" she inquires with a pleading voice, as if trying to ask Frith himself. Wolves had never come this close before without Man scaring them away, part of the reason why the rabbits made the edge of the meadow their home. And so they had let their guard down...and it had cost them.
"Myrtle-rah...?" Snowdrop looks about, from Blackbriar to Nightshade, even a passing glance to Sunflower. Her ears flare and her nose twitches rapidly. She has so many questions, but shock clogs the doe's mind and they never form into anything coherent.
To all, Blackbriar can only manage a meager twisting of his ears, as if acknowledging other presences but little else. His dark, brooding eyes close as he withdraws a little into himself, his normal role of leader in a time of crises reft from him because of the wolves. The earthy rabbit settles on to all fours between his daughter and his mate, his attention not focused on anything, and distant, and dark.
Sunflower frowns as she hears her mother and lowers head as she hears that Myrtle is gone. A faint whimper escapes her, she really looked up to her as she does with her mother. Her eyes close and she leans against her father while taking in a breath. No reason to talk now.
The buck can only shake his head in disbelief, feeling the sadness and rage building in him and roiling around in his blood; the scene continues to play in his mind, and although he knows that he could do nothing to prevent what happened, he still wishes he could have. Blackbriar shifts uncomfortably before quietly murmuring, "My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." Laying his head back along his body, and issuing a brief nuzzle to Sunflower and Nightshade, the captain sighs and slowlys moves off to the entrance runs, "...must check the runs, take a head count, check the runs, take a ..." and his murmurings fade away in the dimness of the warren.
In the absence of both captain and chief, the latter permanent, Nightshade, as the eldest Owsla member, takes on the role of leader to the confused, panicky, terrified hrair of rabbits. "We must all take time to mourn our fallen chief. But once this time of sadness has passed, we will seek to elect a new chief, one to lead us through such a horrible event in our history and into peaceful times once again," Nightshade intones, always business. Even in the midst of such madness, anarchy can not be allowed to take over the fragile minds of the already panicked rabbits. She cannot think of anything further to say to the gathered crowd, and simply shakes her head and departs towards her burrow. They all need to rest, herself included.
Sunflower ears lower as she hears her mother, eyes closing while she nods, a shakey breath escaping her while she curls up wanting to forget about tonight. Wolves.. why, why did they come here? Her gaze turns to follow after her parents and she looks around unsure what to do, or go. Catching sight of Chestnut she wanders over to the sleeping rabbit and just settles down there soon falling asleep herself to have a awful night of dreams most likely.