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Post by Lucca on Jan 17, 2010 0:03:23 GMT -5
 It was wrong, all wrong! Mythiril shivered as she ran through the hallways of the Warren, not sure where she was running to, but needing to run, to -get away-. Her forearms felt strangely heavy, though she knew that the weird additions were light weight, strangely constricted, though in reality she had no more limit on their movement than before, strangely alien, like they belonged to someone else. Because they should. Why had she ever put them on in the first place? Why had she even seen them? Why had she been in the Capital? And most of all...why had she LISTENED to the creepy voices last night? No, she knew why she'd done that. She'd done that because they told her she would be honored above all else, that she would be given skill to fulfill her duties better than any Leveret that had ever lived...but all they seemed to have given her was this odd tingle in the back of her mind...they'd gifted her with a power. She didn't know what the power did yet...and she was afraid to find out, and afraid to use it...so she ran. Never mind that it was only a little past 5 in the morning and she was up before the sun. Never mind that she had no idea where she was running -to-, or even what she was getting away -from-. After all, you can't run from yourself...the smell of blood followed her heavily as the cuts on her back bled freely, showing her guilt and shame to the dark world... |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 17, 2010 0:15:25 GMT -5
Zulimar had been watching the child run around the Warren like a ruddy chicken with her head cut off, and she was not amused. She'd been trying to sleep like any decent Rabbit, and the stupid kid's scrambling had woken her up, and now the coppery stench of blood was keeping her up. Morbid curiosity had caused her to follow the child around and now morbid amusement was keeping her in that position. She knew that the bleeding meant the brat was guilty about something. Perhaps she should tutor her and teach her not to have a conscience; it was much easier than the way everyone else liked to live. Guilt was an emotion Zulimar simply did not employ. Finally she became annoyed with the incessant pitter-pattering, and hid in the hallway in Mythiril's path.. then stuck her large paw out and waited for the tripping to commence. |
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Post by Lucca on Jan 17, 2010 1:47:53 GMT -5
The little Leveret was completely blind to the world around her, so focused on her circling thoughts and spinning head and shamefully bleeding back that she didn't notice anything around her. But that was all right for the most part, since the Warren's halls were hard-packed dirt or stone and there was nothing for her to trip up on.
...until now. Myth let out a helpless little suqeak as she was suddenly sent flying forward, eyes wide and staring...and right before she hit the ground, actually seeing what was right in front of her. Namely, a blue and white form. She rolled, coming up into a crouch, bleeding stopped for now, looking fearfully at her attacker.
She only relaxed slightly as she saw that it was another Leveret (though one with more seniority than she had). She shuffled her front paws nervously, trying to hide the bone cuffs attached to them permanently from the other Leveret. "Sorry," she said softly, though her heart was pounding and her brain was yelling at her to run run RUN..."I didn't know anyone else was up."
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Post by Greenie on Feb 12, 2010 11:22:44 GMT -5
Zulimar nearly cackled with satisfaction as the tiny thing went flying - nothing better than aerial leveret before breakfast! Oh, and yuck, the thing had bled everywhere. Damn mid-rangers. Zuli wasn't cleaning that up, oh hell no she wasn't. Someone else could take that wonderful task.
When the girl finally came to her senses and actually seemed aware of her surroundings, Zuli began pacing in slow, languid circles around the tiny form, her expression one of supreme condescending as she watched the girl. "You didn't, hmm? And why would you be running around at such a weird hour?" Her pacing didn't slow, but she inched her circle smaller, making her less than a foot away from actually touching the youngling. "It's rather rude of you not to consider that, you know. Quite, quite rude.." She trailed off, one eyebrow raised.
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Post by Lucca on Feb 12, 2010 11:53:28 GMT -5
Myth seemed to shrink in on herself a little, looking miserable, front paws held awkwardly under her. She ignored the fact that the bone rather dug into her chest like this, causing more than a bit of pain. She was used to pain. She looked up at the other Leveret, searching her memory for her name, but...not really coming up with anything.
"Um...I was just... exercising," she lied lamely, eyes twitching back and forth and unable to meet the cold blue gaze. "I...I am really sorry. Next time I will think of it." The tingle at the back of her mind pushed its way into her conscious thoughts, and she resisted paying attention to it. No, no she did not want to use her power on this Leveret, this fellow servant! That would be a horrible, horrible thing to do, as the other had done nothing against her strong enough to merit a battle of honor. And an honorable battle was the only one she could ever feel justified in taking part in.
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