Post by isoba on Nov 25, 2006 21:26:04 GMT -5
My maiden Role-Play of the MUCK! I've cut out most of the extraneous OOC stuff, but I've left a few of the more memorable bits in. <3
Lush Grasslands
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A lush, green field of grass that stretches on into the distance. The sky above you is a sapphire blue with fluffy white clouds that dance across the ceiling of blue, moving towards the sun as if called to it. As your gaze around, you notice many different areas to explore with nothing to stand in your way except your own mind or inhibitions.
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Characters Involved:
Rue, a female badger.
Tamaharus, a silly lynx.
Lance, a male cross-fox.
The cool, crisp breeze of night whispers through the waves of tall grasses gently; a forceful caress tipping most of the woodland inhabitants towards the coming winter. Genetics, it seems, has its own ways of gently making life aware of change. Walling in a thorny, barren bramble at the edge of one of his favored hunting grounds, Tamaharus is dragging himself below the prickly canopy; using the protrusions as a comb. Winter coats are coming in and the lynx is significantly poofier and more well insulated than usual. Itchier too, but that is getting alleviated.
Lance sets into his haunches on an embankment, tail lashing to and fro as his muzzle remains up in the air, letting the colder then usual breeze play over it as he scents the changing seasons, having a true appreciation for the way everything smells deliciously rotted. It would be his luck that the lynx is downwind though, and he takes no notice while thinking momentarily of his stomach, which his mind always wanders back to...even after just eating...
Beneath the night-dark blanket of the firmament, the bulky form of a female badger trundles along, not bothering to hide herself in any way or make subtle her pawsteps. The folds of skin concealing Rue’s tiny, beetle-black eyes are half closed over as her limbs flump lethargically through the grass, deep in brooding thought. There weren’t many creatures willing to bother a cantankerous badger, but there were many things that did so unwittingly, including the forms of other beasts currently inhabiting the field. Ah, well. At least the entrance to the setts was close to paw. Rue didn’t think she could put up with the “others” for much longer than that.
Gnashing his fangs together with discomfort, Tamaharus' fur is on end as he pushes himself up and slides into the field, tufted ears rising upright and flicking about as he casually listens above the low rumble of his purr. The crackle and snap of underbrush beneath the waddling of Rue gathers instant attention because, really, that is /no/ rabbit. Thick furslicking back against his body, the Lynx lifts his nose quizzically and raises onto the tips of his paws; his bright eyes widening with the realization. Muttering under his breath, the feline lowers his head and begins to skulk towards the badger.
Lance raises a paw and drops his muzzle suddenly, his tail curling about in a quizzical pattern, when he hears the first noise. The instant another confirms itself to him he is up on the tips of his paws, barrels of his nostrils expanding and shrinking rapidly as he drinks in the smells around him, a big cat...and something not worth bothering. He is sure the cat would not be after him, and could distance him quickly...the smarter and instinctual part of his brain tells him to do so. Then a pang reminds him of his hunger and he tilts his head, the thought crossing his mind that should the Lynx be desperate enough to be going after the badger, then he might be sloppy enough to leave something behind. Lance settles down slowly to the grass, shifting the weight on his paws back and forth as he scoots his belly down into the dirt, pupils dialating as he becomes attentive to his surroundings. His ears pert as he waits for some sort of inevitable action....
The unmistakable odor of feline causes the badger's small ear-nubs to slick back, and her field of vision tapers drastically with the narrowing of her bright-eyed gaze. With a sharp chuff and a clashing together of claws, Rue halts in the spot where she's at and twists her head around, uttering gruffly: "Really, now. I have no time for this nonsense." And she didn't. Rue was a practical badger, not overly given to vain shows of force or ferocity, a fact which many a stray interloper had paid dearly for attempting to take advantage of. Neither was she unduly impressed by skulking beasts, deeming any creature not capable of showing himself outright a sneaky, sordid coward.
"Nonsense?" Comes the soothing voice from the grasses beyond as Tamaharus calculates the distance of the noises and circles cautiously. Large, padded paws help the feline glide across the plantlife as his mind grinds in action, a single ear flicking behind him towards the shuffle of another creature. "I thought it would be /polite/ to approach with a proper introduction, yes and offer my sincerest greetings." He remarks, whiskers twitching with an unseen, sly smile.
Lance watches what is happening beneath him, wrinkling his muzzle and narrowing his eyes. The two look like they are on, "terms?" with each other, he tucks his head towards himself in another bout of thought, his tail shifting nervously as he decides wether or not to stay. He would almost be whining due to his stomach if he didn't think it would draw attention to himself. He grumbles and sets his head on the ground between his forelegs with disdain, "be patient, damn you" his mind instructs him, "why must you always over think things?" and so, he silences his stomach, just sitting as his tail flicks behind him, eager to see what plays out
“Sincerest indeed.” The badger snorts, raising herself to a biped position to place her paws impatiently akimbo, tapping her left footpaw in stolid rhythm. Tap, tap. A choleric little breath is exhaled from somewhere deep within her lungs, and she narrows her eyes yet further at the slinking form of the lynx. “You types are all the same, with all your half-meanings and snide implications. Think you’re so smart, do you?” With an air of marked irritability, Rue turns her head abruptly around to stare at the vulpine. “And what, pray, are you looking at?”
[OOC] You say, "Assuming that badgers can raise themselves to their hind paws here. I'm not quite sure yet of how much "anthro" this MUCK allows. XD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Go for it."
Lance flicks his ears up, a little ways off and not having been as outward and noisy as either the Lynx or the badger...having preferred to remain in the shadows, "it is my nature to observe, Ma'm" he tilts his head and gives her a sideglance....his eyes shifting from one to the other as he looks at the Lynx also, "It's not my place of course, but you do seem a bit full of yourself for one who could easily be over taken should two predators decide to put aside their differences for the sake of a meal" he raises his paw and begins to pick at the claws with his teeth, done with being belly to the dirt as long as the badger has decided to include him.
"/Overtake/ her, dear boy?" Tamaharus asks with a snorting chuckle as his hunched form slithers through the green in a wider arc at the incendiary words. "She may say /hurtful/ things, but I have already fed. Of course...I would /only/ want to talk." The lynx implores with a pout, working his way into the open and giving his ruffed head a shake as the large, drab beast becomes visible. "...if you wish to be blunt, I am Tamaharus. Who, madame badger, are you?"
A deeply scornful glance is thrown in the direction of the fox, and the badger’s lip curls derisively. “Firstly – you are not observing, you’re lurking and hoping for a confrontation. There’s a difference. And secondly, the lynx would just as soon eat you as look at me. In fact, I’d say you’d be the far more probable prey in this case.” Sniff. “And you are quite correct. It’s /not/ your place.” Turning back to the lynx, the hard lines around Rue’s mouth soften just the tiniest fraction, although her voice is every bit as stiff as before. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tamaharus. I am Rue.”
Lance flicks his tail side to side as he grins in only the manner a fox can, his voice almost a whisper, "like I said, always observant" he closes his eyes and his tail stills, if not a meal, then a nap. Perhaps after such his mind will be clear again to pursue something, though he knows not what. Constantly in turmoil, the mind of a fox....as it can only think mere minutes into the future. He snorts, not raising response to the badger, let the Lynx try to make him a meal, his legs would carry him far from the danger quicker then he himself could think about it. He wondered if it was always the badger's way to assume things one could not be certain of. She was of course...in this case right...but all the same....
The rumbling bass of the feline's purr rises into the atmosphere as Tamaharus stores the name away in his memory, passing a cursory glance towards the curious fox and clearing his throat to gather attention. "And you there, lad? I can't say you've been forthcoming with your name either." He calls, tilting his rich amber eyes back towards Myrtle and perking his tufted ears thoughtfully. "A pleasure indeed. I've met few of your kin, only a wizened elder in the highlands and the occasional rascal with something to prove."
Lance curls his lip back, thoughourly disinterested now....is there any reason he should be keeping up appearances?, "Lance, dear ones" he ponders on his own two cents and just as quick decides against it, shifty creature that he is. He does his best to feign disinterest, picking up some measure of disdain or perhaps disgust from the both of them, and wishing no part of it. He pushes out one paw, then the other, becoming restless, decidedly being ready to move at the next sign of distress. Lance turns on his paw and suddenly, with less then the flick of a blade of grass, a bottle brush tail can be seen flagged for a mere instant...and then, he is gone
“Have you, now?” The semblance of a smile curves dryly about the badger’s striped muzzle. “I can believe that. Young rapscallions these days, I don’t know…” Somehow, aspiring young males were /always/ looking for trouble, if the lynx’s words were any indication. And as such, Rue was very glad she was neither male nor particularly young. “And as for you, sir fox. You are clearly not very observant, and neither are we your “dear ones.” You had better push off, as your lack of seasoning is obviously only serving to-“ Blink. Well, that was an abrupt exit. A deep-seated feeling of relief washes over the badger: one less empty-headed ninny to deal with. One was enough. "Who was the elder you met, by the way?"
"Quickstone...Quickstorm...Quick-something." Tamaharus replies coolly, lowering onto his haunches and tending to his vanity by licking at his fur. "Her name escapes me; I've spoken with her only once. I would have thought that fox would receive a more formal parting." He remarks, lifting his softly patterned face to stare towards Rue. "With his ambitious attitude, that may very well be the last we'll see of him."
“Quicksilver.” Rue gives a brusque nod, rubbing at her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never seen her myself, although I’ve certainly heard tell of her. And I don’t expect to see her, either, if she lives in the highlands.” A soft snort of dissent accompanies Tamaharus’ uncomfortably dead-set ogle. “Ambitious, my foot. Empty-headed dullard, that one was. Won’t be surprised to hear tell of him having been eaten by a wolf or fallen into some obscure creek by now, silly thing. Almost feel sorry for him.”
Tamaharus sniffles out a snicker and gives his head a shake. "I'm not certain if she lives there...unless...how far do your kind travel?" He inquires innocently, raising and slowly stalking his way into a further circle around Rue until he's along the edge of the wood. "Well...I certainly hope the rest of our competition would be so competent, hm?"
The snow-white stripes of Rue’s face stretch slightly as she lifts an eyebrow. “As far as necessary.” As the she-badger was frequently to be heard quoting: ‘brevity is the soul of wit,’ and besides; no more specific answer was readily available. “And what do you mean, ‘our’ competition? We have no resemblance, you and I.” Eyes akin to tiny black buttons stare warily at the skulking figure of the lynx, widened in evident suspicion. “What are you doing?”
Devious eyes narrow to accusing slits as the Lynx eyes the Badger, his tongue flicking out across his delicate muzzle as he contemplates any mental seeds to plant. "I wonder, I wonder if your fangs are for grass." Tamaharus remarks with a sigh, backing back into the woods and raking his claws along the litter to enjoy the feeling. "I'm returning to my den, Miss Rue. 'til we meet again, /best/ of health to you."
[OOC] You say, "'If your fangs are for grass?' What's that supposed to mean? xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "They all eat the same thing."
[OOC] You say, "Huh? Who all eats same thing? Oo"
[OOC] Tamaharus pats Rue and sighs.
[OOC] Rue is tired, okaaay? XD
[OOC] Tamaharus rolls his eyes and nods. "Oh of course you are!"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "If I'm a pretty, pretty princess."
[OOC] You say, "Yess, of course I am. Tired of you. XD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Oh! Nice turn on thst."
[OOC] Tamaharus clicks his tongue. "*That."
[OOC] Rue scores.
[OOC] You say, "And badgers don't even have fangs. xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Ah, well. I'm sure he conveyed enough of a point."
An unpleasant sort of chortle huffs from the tip of the badger’s muzzle, and she turns her eyes skywards as though appealing for assistance. “What a silly question; really, I must say. If you’re trying to imply that-“ Rue falls silent suddenly, eyeing the lynx with an air of deep cynicism. There was just no talking to some folks. “How convenient- I, also, was about to retire to a well-deserved rest in the setts. Now, if you would excuse me.” Brushing irascibly past the feline, Rue plods on a few more feet before vanishing utterly from sight, having descended into one of the numerous well-hidden openings into the expansive subterranean network.
[OOC] You say, "Badgers are nocturnal, but WHATEVER. XD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Hey! With sentience comes siestas."
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "That's also a spiffy fade ot black for us."
[OOC] You say, "True that. We can say that Rue was tired of dealing with all you foo's. <3"
[OOC] You say, "Indeed. Am I posting this, or are you?"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Hm. Well, I'd have to say- ONE TWO THREE NOT IT."
[OOC] You say, "Fiiine. I'll post it, you sillyhead. xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Wunderbar."
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Thanks for the scene. I haven't had one here in months."
[OOC] You say, "Nor have I. Well, I just joined, but that's beside the point. xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Nice."
Lush Grasslands
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A lush, green field of grass that stretches on into the distance. The sky above you is a sapphire blue with fluffy white clouds that dance across the ceiling of blue, moving towards the sun as if called to it. As your gaze around, you notice many different areas to explore with nothing to stand in your way except your own mind or inhibitions.
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Characters Involved:
Rue, a female badger.
Tamaharus, a silly lynx.
Lance, a male cross-fox.
The cool, crisp breeze of night whispers through the waves of tall grasses gently; a forceful caress tipping most of the woodland inhabitants towards the coming winter. Genetics, it seems, has its own ways of gently making life aware of change. Walling in a thorny, barren bramble at the edge of one of his favored hunting grounds, Tamaharus is dragging himself below the prickly canopy; using the protrusions as a comb. Winter coats are coming in and the lynx is significantly poofier and more well insulated than usual. Itchier too, but that is getting alleviated.
Lance sets into his haunches on an embankment, tail lashing to and fro as his muzzle remains up in the air, letting the colder then usual breeze play over it as he scents the changing seasons, having a true appreciation for the way everything smells deliciously rotted. It would be his luck that the lynx is downwind though, and he takes no notice while thinking momentarily of his stomach, which his mind always wanders back to...even after just eating...
Beneath the night-dark blanket of the firmament, the bulky form of a female badger trundles along, not bothering to hide herself in any way or make subtle her pawsteps. The folds of skin concealing Rue’s tiny, beetle-black eyes are half closed over as her limbs flump lethargically through the grass, deep in brooding thought. There weren’t many creatures willing to bother a cantankerous badger, but there were many things that did so unwittingly, including the forms of other beasts currently inhabiting the field. Ah, well. At least the entrance to the setts was close to paw. Rue didn’t think she could put up with the “others” for much longer than that.
Gnashing his fangs together with discomfort, Tamaharus' fur is on end as he pushes himself up and slides into the field, tufted ears rising upright and flicking about as he casually listens above the low rumble of his purr. The crackle and snap of underbrush beneath the waddling of Rue gathers instant attention because, really, that is /no/ rabbit. Thick furslicking back against his body, the Lynx lifts his nose quizzically and raises onto the tips of his paws; his bright eyes widening with the realization. Muttering under his breath, the feline lowers his head and begins to skulk towards the badger.
Lance raises a paw and drops his muzzle suddenly, his tail curling about in a quizzical pattern, when he hears the first noise. The instant another confirms itself to him he is up on the tips of his paws, barrels of his nostrils expanding and shrinking rapidly as he drinks in the smells around him, a big cat...and something not worth bothering. He is sure the cat would not be after him, and could distance him quickly...the smarter and instinctual part of his brain tells him to do so. Then a pang reminds him of his hunger and he tilts his head, the thought crossing his mind that should the Lynx be desperate enough to be going after the badger, then he might be sloppy enough to leave something behind. Lance settles down slowly to the grass, shifting the weight on his paws back and forth as he scoots his belly down into the dirt, pupils dialating as he becomes attentive to his surroundings. His ears pert as he waits for some sort of inevitable action....
The unmistakable odor of feline causes the badger's small ear-nubs to slick back, and her field of vision tapers drastically with the narrowing of her bright-eyed gaze. With a sharp chuff and a clashing together of claws, Rue halts in the spot where she's at and twists her head around, uttering gruffly: "Really, now. I have no time for this nonsense." And she didn't. Rue was a practical badger, not overly given to vain shows of force or ferocity, a fact which many a stray interloper had paid dearly for attempting to take advantage of. Neither was she unduly impressed by skulking beasts, deeming any creature not capable of showing himself outright a sneaky, sordid coward.
"Nonsense?" Comes the soothing voice from the grasses beyond as Tamaharus calculates the distance of the noises and circles cautiously. Large, padded paws help the feline glide across the plantlife as his mind grinds in action, a single ear flicking behind him towards the shuffle of another creature. "I thought it would be /polite/ to approach with a proper introduction, yes and offer my sincerest greetings." He remarks, whiskers twitching with an unseen, sly smile.
Lance watches what is happening beneath him, wrinkling his muzzle and narrowing his eyes. The two look like they are on, "terms?" with each other, he tucks his head towards himself in another bout of thought, his tail shifting nervously as he decides wether or not to stay. He would almost be whining due to his stomach if he didn't think it would draw attention to himself. He grumbles and sets his head on the ground between his forelegs with disdain, "be patient, damn you" his mind instructs him, "why must you always over think things?" and so, he silences his stomach, just sitting as his tail flicks behind him, eager to see what plays out
“Sincerest indeed.” The badger snorts, raising herself to a biped position to place her paws impatiently akimbo, tapping her left footpaw in stolid rhythm. Tap, tap. A choleric little breath is exhaled from somewhere deep within her lungs, and she narrows her eyes yet further at the slinking form of the lynx. “You types are all the same, with all your half-meanings and snide implications. Think you’re so smart, do you?” With an air of marked irritability, Rue turns her head abruptly around to stare at the vulpine. “And what, pray, are you looking at?”
[OOC] You say, "Assuming that badgers can raise themselves to their hind paws here. I'm not quite sure yet of how much "anthro" this MUCK allows. XD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Go for it."
Lance flicks his ears up, a little ways off and not having been as outward and noisy as either the Lynx or the badger...having preferred to remain in the shadows, "it is my nature to observe, Ma'm" he tilts his head and gives her a sideglance....his eyes shifting from one to the other as he looks at the Lynx also, "It's not my place of course, but you do seem a bit full of yourself for one who could easily be over taken should two predators decide to put aside their differences for the sake of a meal" he raises his paw and begins to pick at the claws with his teeth, done with being belly to the dirt as long as the badger has decided to include him.
"/Overtake/ her, dear boy?" Tamaharus asks with a snorting chuckle as his hunched form slithers through the green in a wider arc at the incendiary words. "She may say /hurtful/ things, but I have already fed. Of course...I would /only/ want to talk." The lynx implores with a pout, working his way into the open and giving his ruffed head a shake as the large, drab beast becomes visible. "...if you wish to be blunt, I am Tamaharus. Who, madame badger, are you?"
A deeply scornful glance is thrown in the direction of the fox, and the badger’s lip curls derisively. “Firstly – you are not observing, you’re lurking and hoping for a confrontation. There’s a difference. And secondly, the lynx would just as soon eat you as look at me. In fact, I’d say you’d be the far more probable prey in this case.” Sniff. “And you are quite correct. It’s /not/ your place.” Turning back to the lynx, the hard lines around Rue’s mouth soften just the tiniest fraction, although her voice is every bit as stiff as before. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tamaharus. I am Rue.”
Lance flicks his tail side to side as he grins in only the manner a fox can, his voice almost a whisper, "like I said, always observant" he closes his eyes and his tail stills, if not a meal, then a nap. Perhaps after such his mind will be clear again to pursue something, though he knows not what. Constantly in turmoil, the mind of a fox....as it can only think mere minutes into the future. He snorts, not raising response to the badger, let the Lynx try to make him a meal, his legs would carry him far from the danger quicker then he himself could think about it. He wondered if it was always the badger's way to assume things one could not be certain of. She was of course...in this case right...but all the same....
The rumbling bass of the feline's purr rises into the atmosphere as Tamaharus stores the name away in his memory, passing a cursory glance towards the curious fox and clearing his throat to gather attention. "And you there, lad? I can't say you've been forthcoming with your name either." He calls, tilting his rich amber eyes back towards Myrtle and perking his tufted ears thoughtfully. "A pleasure indeed. I've met few of your kin, only a wizened elder in the highlands and the occasional rascal with something to prove."
Lance curls his lip back, thoughourly disinterested now....is there any reason he should be keeping up appearances?, "Lance, dear ones" he ponders on his own two cents and just as quick decides against it, shifty creature that he is. He does his best to feign disinterest, picking up some measure of disdain or perhaps disgust from the both of them, and wishing no part of it. He pushes out one paw, then the other, becoming restless, decidedly being ready to move at the next sign of distress. Lance turns on his paw and suddenly, with less then the flick of a blade of grass, a bottle brush tail can be seen flagged for a mere instant...and then, he is gone
“Have you, now?” The semblance of a smile curves dryly about the badger’s striped muzzle. “I can believe that. Young rapscallions these days, I don’t know…” Somehow, aspiring young males were /always/ looking for trouble, if the lynx’s words were any indication. And as such, Rue was very glad she was neither male nor particularly young. “And as for you, sir fox. You are clearly not very observant, and neither are we your “dear ones.” You had better push off, as your lack of seasoning is obviously only serving to-“ Blink. Well, that was an abrupt exit. A deep-seated feeling of relief washes over the badger: one less empty-headed ninny to deal with. One was enough. "Who was the elder you met, by the way?"
"Quickstone...Quickstorm...Quick-something." Tamaharus replies coolly, lowering onto his haunches and tending to his vanity by licking at his fur. "Her name escapes me; I've spoken with her only once. I would have thought that fox would receive a more formal parting." He remarks, lifting his softly patterned face to stare towards Rue. "With his ambitious attitude, that may very well be the last we'll see of him."
“Quicksilver.” Rue gives a brusque nod, rubbing at her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never seen her myself, although I’ve certainly heard tell of her. And I don’t expect to see her, either, if she lives in the highlands.” A soft snort of dissent accompanies Tamaharus’ uncomfortably dead-set ogle. “Ambitious, my foot. Empty-headed dullard, that one was. Won’t be surprised to hear tell of him having been eaten by a wolf or fallen into some obscure creek by now, silly thing. Almost feel sorry for him.”
Tamaharus sniffles out a snicker and gives his head a shake. "I'm not certain if she lives there...unless...how far do your kind travel?" He inquires innocently, raising and slowly stalking his way into a further circle around Rue until he's along the edge of the wood. "Well...I certainly hope the rest of our competition would be so competent, hm?"
The snow-white stripes of Rue’s face stretch slightly as she lifts an eyebrow. “As far as necessary.” As the she-badger was frequently to be heard quoting: ‘brevity is the soul of wit,’ and besides; no more specific answer was readily available. “And what do you mean, ‘our’ competition? We have no resemblance, you and I.” Eyes akin to tiny black buttons stare warily at the skulking figure of the lynx, widened in evident suspicion. “What are you doing?”
Devious eyes narrow to accusing slits as the Lynx eyes the Badger, his tongue flicking out across his delicate muzzle as he contemplates any mental seeds to plant. "I wonder, I wonder if your fangs are for grass." Tamaharus remarks with a sigh, backing back into the woods and raking his claws along the litter to enjoy the feeling. "I'm returning to my den, Miss Rue. 'til we meet again, /best/ of health to you."
[OOC] You say, "'If your fangs are for grass?' What's that supposed to mean? xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "They all eat the same thing."
[OOC] You say, "Huh? Who all eats same thing? Oo"
[OOC] Tamaharus pats Rue and sighs.
[OOC] Rue is tired, okaaay? XD
[OOC] Tamaharus rolls his eyes and nods. "Oh of course you are!"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "If I'm a pretty, pretty princess."
[OOC] You say, "Yess, of course I am. Tired of you. XD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Oh! Nice turn on thst."
[OOC] Tamaharus clicks his tongue. "*That."
[OOC] Rue scores.
[OOC] You say, "And badgers don't even have fangs. xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Ah, well. I'm sure he conveyed enough of a point."
An unpleasant sort of chortle huffs from the tip of the badger’s muzzle, and she turns her eyes skywards as though appealing for assistance. “What a silly question; really, I must say. If you’re trying to imply that-“ Rue falls silent suddenly, eyeing the lynx with an air of deep cynicism. There was just no talking to some folks. “How convenient- I, also, was about to retire to a well-deserved rest in the setts. Now, if you would excuse me.” Brushing irascibly past the feline, Rue plods on a few more feet before vanishing utterly from sight, having descended into one of the numerous well-hidden openings into the expansive subterranean network.
[OOC] You say, "Badgers are nocturnal, but WHATEVER. XD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Hey! With sentience comes siestas."
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "That's also a spiffy fade ot black for us."
[OOC] You say, "True that. We can say that Rue was tired of dealing with all you foo's. <3"
[OOC] You say, "Indeed. Am I posting this, or are you?"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Hm. Well, I'd have to say- ONE TWO THREE NOT IT."
[OOC] You say, "Fiiine. I'll post it, you sillyhead. xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Wunderbar."
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Thanks for the scene. I haven't had one here in months."
[OOC] You say, "Nor have I. Well, I just joined, but that's beside the point. xD"
[OOC] Tamaharus says, "Nice."