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Post by Spiderfly on Jun 30, 2009 23:39:38 GMT -5
 He was positively giddy. His step had a bit of a spring to it, as he wandered through his 'new' Warren. It wasn't as if any walls had been changed, any furniture rearranged. But his Warren did indeed feel new, and full of life. The last few months had been a fruitful few full of trading and bartering. In all accounts, Anubis felt as though he had come ahead of the pack, and by a mile.His current objective, find his new. . worker, and welcome it into the Warren properly. Not that he particularly tended to care about the help overmuch, but this one. . . The Jack strode around each corner, looking for her. He assumed with a name like that. . though he must not get his hopes up.
"Laurelin?" He called, though not in a troubled voice. Perhaps this would speed up his search. |
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Post by Ferabird on Jul 1, 2009 0:07:45 GMT -5
While the newness from the Jack's view was something entirely of his own gleeful imagining, it was to a certain degree fact for poor little Laur. Alright, forget the degree- the place was new, and she was verging on lost. It wasn't that the Warren was complex, but there was always a period of feeling entirely -lost- when a leveret was just uprooted and hustled off to a new Realm and a new home. Disoriented, the little lop was wandering entirely without direction through the halls of fine old wood and packed earth, stylish lamps aglow to elegantly light her way. Still, there was a certain subtlety just as much as there was definite class to the place, and with gold-tipped ears dragging- the leveret made quite the expensive mistake in passing a doorway. This sitting room was quite fine- too fine to be anything but her new owner's. Oh.... she trembled to think what trouble she might be in for barging in uninvited, and as she heard the approach of unidentified footsteps ducked through the next door she saw so as to avoid a scolding... ..And how ironic that the lovely little creature found herself in the bedroom of his new master just as he called out her name? What should she do?! Bubblegum pink eyes wide, she'll briefly clam up- frozen in fear of what punishment she might recieve. At least he was out and about instead of here? |
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Post by Spiderfly on Jul 1, 2009 0:23:33 GMT -5
"Laurelin!" He called again, peeking around the corner and into his own sitting area. Surely she wouldn't have gone into his bedroom, though, he had asked for new sheets hadn't he? Perhaps she was already settling in and getting to work. The idea struck him happily. A good leveret as well.
It was about the only place in the Warren he hadn't checked, so the Jack stuck his around and into the bedroom, and there it was. He was finding it hard not to think of this leveret as a girl but he couldn't help it, even though he knew it wasn't good to get ones hopes up.
"Did you fetch me fresh sheets?"
He asked as he came the rest of the way around the door frame. Otherwise, he was rather curious, bordering on suspicious of why the small rabbit was in his room. |
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Post by Ferabird on Jul 1, 2009 0:31:20 GMT -5
Oh- she could have lied. It would have been easy for any other leveret! Still- as tempting a prospect as that was, the frantic look she'd possessed moments before blanking and paling as she was spotted readily gave her away. The morganberry was a horrendous liar, too nervous of nature.
"Please, Master Anubis..." she'll beg, sinking until her belly all but scrapes the floor and crawling pathetically over to touch the tip of her bright pink nose to his nearest clawed foot in shame. "I... I got lost. I didn't mean to. Please don't trade me back! I'll find your sheets..."
You know... pathetic vibe aside, it was a delightfully submissive gesture. There was no doubt of her gender, not now. Only a woman could put on such an air! Ears and brilliant tail alike dragging upon the floor in shame, she quite evidently knew she'd done wrong... and was already punishing herself with guilt. What would Dorian say if she was sent back so soon!?
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Post by Spiderfly on Jul 1, 2009 0:39:18 GMT -5
The Jack stared down at the leveret with the slightest bit of disbelief. Such a difference between this leveret and his son. He wondered for the briefest of seconds how Jun was doing with the Jack who thought him female. A small smile flickered across the edges of his lips before he glanced down.
Lost? It was odd how he didn't react like normal around this female, wanting to make her secure he seemed. Normally a leveret in his chambers without permission was a forbidden thing. But she just seemed. . . so. . . sorry.
He crouched down in front of her, careful not to pin those glorious golden ears beneath any part of himself.
"I shall have Maezia show you around more thoroughly after lunch is prepared then."
The Jack stopped his hand when he finally found it hovering halfway between the two of them. But why should he stop? The leveret was his property now, he had the right to touch it.
Anubis hand finished it's movement and combed down the side of the leverets head before settling under her chin to lift her head. He regarded her calmly for a second, tilting his head, before standing and letting his hand slide out from underneath her chin. Eyes sweeping over the room quickly, Anubis decided his bedroom was still in proper order, and motioned the leveret out. |
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Post by Ferabird on Jul 1, 2009 0:51:21 GMT -5
The leveret was indeed as sorry as sorry could be! she trembled as was only appropriate, whiskers slicked back and eyes squinted shut in fear of the quite predictable wrath so common to Jacks. She even winced a bit as he lurched down, crouching... and sinking down near to her level?
What madness was this?
She dared an upward glance just in time to find those powerfully clawed fingers hovering between them, eeking out a whisper of a squeek she'd rather meant to smother only to find her head very gingerly caressed.
.....well that pretty much shattered the universe as she knew it.
Great pink eyes were unfocused in shock as he tipped up her head, looked her so thoughtfully over. Even as he went shooing her gently out, her little hops were shaky with reaction to the brief bit of interaction. On one hand, he'd been wonderfully merciful over a mistake she should have known better than to make... On the other brightly-colored paw... he touched her. Didn't hit her, kick her... touched her. All Nanna's old lectures flodded back though her skull at once, leaving her long, graceful ears ringing as she almost limped out. My- but she was out of it.
Thankfully, she had the sense in there somewhere to breathily say- "Thank you, Master."
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Post by Spiderfly on Jul 1, 2009 13:04:05 GMT -5
He nearly shuddered in pleasure when the small leveret abased itself so thoroughly at his feet. He had made a good trade indeed. Anubis stretched himself tall as he stood up and regarded the small creature that so shakily left his quarters. As Laurelin nearly rounded the corner the Jack spoke up again. He didn't feel like leaving this one's company so soon.
"However, I do need you to the weed the garden. Follow me."
He turned swiftly down the hallway to the left of his chambers. The natural light from the back door filtering in softly through round windows to make gentle shapes on the ground. It would be interesting to see how well this one could work before he made any decisions on how good his trade had truly been.
He pushed open the door and strode outside, knowing the leveret would follow. Before them stood the garden. It was a massive piece of land all things considered, being that it equaled the size of above 1/3 of the Warren. |
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Post by Ferabird on Jul 1, 2009 13:23:59 GMT -5
Hop.... hop.... scuffle-hop... and now he was calling her back?
Eager to make up for her mistake, she'll make a turnabout with such an eager scrabble that her blunt little claws scrape at the floor. She'd have to buff that out later... Still she'll dutifully pick up the pace to keep up with his long bipedal strides, hippity-hopping along adorably so that her long ears and tail bob along with her. She was such a goofy creature- really.. dutifully attentive and for the most part ignorant of just how much a Jack would appreciate her potential.
Wordlessly she follows, and while she pauses at the entrance to the garden in honest appreciation, she'll take no more than those few acceptable moments before diving right to business! Funny thing... before Dorian she'd been sent out time and again to collect flowers. Always they were gifts from her Jack to his many Does, and always they fought over who got the finest bouquet, and sent her out again to pick more. By now the little morganberry had a delightful feel for the floral, recognizing the various leaves and stems so that she could pinpoint weeds. So before he had a chance to do more than point her at a particular flowerbed he might prefer she start at- she was off!
Whiskers twitching attentively, she sniffed lightly at various plants to assure she'd identified them, putting her agile little clawed toes to work. Buns were built for digging, and she had such a gentle touch about her that a pile of uprooted weeds would soon grow beside her on the walk, tossed out onto the stepping stones so that they couldn't try to set root again before they were disposed of.
Sure it meant that topsoil speckled her little muzzle and arms, but gardening was just a dirtier duty! She didn't mind it...
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Post by Spiderfly on Jul 1, 2009 14:05:42 GMT -5
The Jack nearly stopped her as she dove into the garden in a seeming hurry. If it messed up his plants he'd throttle the damn thing, but. . . Her paws moved deftly and she successfully avoided the proper plants. Now that, was a surprise. Most rabbits, for all they ate, didn't seem to know the difference between a parsnip and plantain. And here this little one was pulling out every weed, and not a single intentionally grown plant.
The Jack backed up a bit towards the edge of the burrow wall and made himself comfortable in a wicker chair that sat nestled against the slope of ground. He dipped his head, allowing his feathery mutation to shade over his eyes and watched.
He watched Laur pull each weed with ease, her little feet deftly sifting through the earth. The dirt on the walkway peeved him somewhat and he spoke up.
"Throw the weeds onto the grass."
The Jack refrained from chewing on his lip. This leveret could be. . interesting. Though he had never truly wooed one to Doe before. His hooded eyes remained distant as he started to consider how to go about. . things. |
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Post by Ferabird on Jul 1, 2009 14:13:40 GMT -5
Oh, thank ggodness she knew her plants. Food, floral, herb... it didn't make a difference. She'd had experience in plenty, really. She wouldn't so much as pausee until direction was given, a flush of shame tinting her great lop ears.
But how to convey the why of it without sounding uppity? she hated having to talk back to a Jack...
"I'm sorry Master Anubis. I was always told to keep them off the dirt so that they couldn't leave roots, and sweep after. Would you still like me to put them on the grass?"
That was properly deferential, wasn't it? And it explained her reason without suggesting that she knew better than he. Yes, that'd do. And while shee awaited him to call one way or the other, she'd abandon her careful digging and patting of earth to turn about and set one forepaw about the growing pile. That way she was evidentally ready to scoop it up if he insisted! Nervous habit taking hold, she'll somewhat thoughtlessly sweep a bit of the walk behind her with brilliant tuft of a tail, ushering some of the planting soil back where it belonged.
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