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PostPosted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 5:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Happy Halloween to you too. Smile

Yes...a fierce beauty....and eyes, well, eye..lol....that can stare straight through you.

Always had a thing for strong women lol
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 6:04 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I see ^w^.

Mr. Wolf12, Sir....I was thinking making my own roleplay, so my character could be more involve in BonBon. So...from your knowledge of creating stories, could you give me an advice of how to start my own roleplay story?
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

i know you asked MrWolf12 about where to start but i am going to put my two cents in. hope you don't mind. 1st get a rough idea on how you wont your avatar to look, you can alter it any time while you are doing its story. 2nd start at the beginning of what made your avatar want to come to BonBon. 3rd it doesn't have to be a epic novel, just do what you want to do. like i said i just wanted to put my two cents in. Hope y'all are not a fended. Embarassed
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

No, not at all. Thank you for the advice, Drofgod969. I sure hope I can do it, I want everyone to have a good time roleplaying with me ^^!
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

next chapter almost done
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

MrWolf12 wrote:
next chapter almost done


Yay! ^w^
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 10:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Intriguing start to the tale, Mr. Wolf12. Please keep it going.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Now there's a site for sore eyes. *Doesn't even give Mr. Wolf a chance to react, and just lunges into his chest with arms wrapping tightly about him* Welcome back.
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:17 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

~Looking down at the feline latched around his chest, he lifts a hand to gently pat her head, and scritch behind a fuzzy ear~

Thank you, Mystic, for the generous welcome.
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:16 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

*Happily smiles at the pat and scratch* Well, we have to take good care of our Royal Members so they'll continue to stay, don't we?
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

~lifting Mystics chin, as his thumb softly smooths the fur on her cheek~

Greet them like that, and i can't see why any would want to leave.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:01 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I can't see why any would want to leave anyway, but yes, that would certainly help keep most members around. Though, if you only do it when they haven't been around for a long time, they may disappear just to get greeted like that when they return. Laughing
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:19 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

MrWolf12 wrote:
~lifting Mystics chin, as his thumb softly smooths the fur on her cheek~

Greet them like that, and I can't see why any would want to leave.


Then at least we have a backup plan for keeping members.
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Mystic wrote:
Then at least we have a backup plan for keeping members.


Indeed.

Again i thank you
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 7:04 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Someone asked about inspiration, so im answering.

Some of Gabrielle's personality was partially inspired by her..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMGpcjzb67Q

Angela Gossow, lead singer of Arch Enemy.
Fierce, powerful, and beautiful.
A combination i enjoy.

Question answered.
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 7:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Since this next chapter is going to be quite long, and the fact that i have hit a block....im going to post a section at a time. When finished ill post the whole chapter on my DA account.

I hope you enjoy...
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Part 5

Far from the rest of the world, at the end of long roads rarely followed, was a jewel. Set in a crown made of mountains and deep green valleys, this jewel shined as an oasis in a world where poverty and hardships abound. This place, were delights and pleasures are gifted to all, is the town of BonBon. Beauty and life lines every street, filling every building and every soul that lived there. The laughter of males and females of every nationality and species lifted from the cobble stone roads, high into the cool and clean mountain air.

Yet, not all enjoy such a place of hustle and bustle. To some, such crowded streets seem nothing more then an endless sea of noise and cramped faceless bodies. To some, the open air outside of town, among the trees, grasses and hills was much greater a draw. Apart from the sounds of civilization, like the clacking of horse hooves and thumping of carriage wheels, deep within the forests which surrounded the structures of brick and wood, and ran all the way up the roots of the mountains. It was quiet, save for the sounds of nature, of the various critters and creatures that scuttled, ran, and flew.

And that is were one could find him.

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The sound of falling water echoed, as it tumbled from the cliff high above into a deep forest pool. The mists surrounding it caught the light of the rising sun as it poured through the open canopy of leaves, shattering into the many colors of the rainbow. The deep, blue pool below rippled and churned, as the waterfall beat upon the rocks at it‘s base. Opposite the curtain of water, the land sloped towards, and into, the glittering surface. Many stones, from tiny pebbles to mighty boulders covered in moss and lichen, spotted the small sandy shore. A gurgling stream also flowed out from the pool, sending the rich cool waters into the trees beyond.

Suddenly, from the center of the water there came a great upheaval, as a large furred form burst forth, sending a spray in all directions. A deep gasp of air, and the form sank back into the water, swimming with long strokes towards the bank. As the bottom rose to meet his feet, the wolverine stepped up onto drier earth. Sparkling in the sun, his wet brown fur lay plastered to his skin, allowing the corded, rippling musculature beneath to show through, a body hard earned by a life that knew little of rest. Pausing, he gave a great shake, sending a shower of water into the air from his coarse coat. Stepping up onto flat area of rock, he dropped the long sharpened stick he had been holding onto the ground, the three fat fish skewered upon it wiggling in vain. He then sat down upon the smoothed stone, looking out on the rippling waters and feeling the warm sun shine upon his body, drying his fur.

It was still early in the morning, and he had spent the better of it working, preparing the greenery and flowers he was to deliver to town. Burlap sacks filled with strong scented herbs, and thick bundles of brightly colored blooms, all were stacked neatly in the bed of Brandon’s rickety two-wheeled cart. Finished with his preparations, the wolverine had decided to take a break and treat himself with a trip to this secret place, relaxing in the cool waters of a forest pool. Refreshing himself for the day to come, as well as catching a few fish for breakfast.

Brandon sighed, knowing the trek into town was close at hand. His enjoyment of this peaceful setting would have to wait for another day.

Lifting himself from the seat of rock, brushing a bit of sand from his fur, the wolverine picked up his trousers from where they laid nearby, as well as the skewered fish, and turned towards the trees. Before he pasted into them, however, something caught his attention. Above the crown of the trees, far off into the distance, a grayish column of smoke rose in a swirl into the air. It seemed like someone was camping in the woods. Not an uncommon thing, yet, for some reason, Brandon made note of it before he began the long walk through the thick underbrush and closely growing trees, following the stream, toward the clearing that was his home.

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A few moments later saw him walking the forest road, padding its twists and turns, his stacked cart squeaking noisily behind him, on his way to BonBon.

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The wolverine breathed hard, as he carefully stepped his way through the maze of ovens, sidestepping stoves and massive mixing bowls, the two large sacks of flour slung over his shoulders making his muscles burn hotter then the air that filled Creamy Donut’s kitchen. At last, he reached the open door of the storage pantry, and within, he carefully lowered the heavy cloth bags to the floor, to sit next to the six others he had brought in earlier. Straightening his back, Brandon rubbed the still aching muscles of his shoulders.

Only having just arrived in town, he never would have guessed that he would find himself under the weight of sack upon sack of baking ingredients. Yet, the pleading look that was laid upon him by the fem rabbit, as he was wheeling his cart into the town limits, was difficult to deny. Oh, well, he thought, as he looked down at the settling white cloth bags, at least those were the last two. He then closed the slim wooden doors, latching shut the pantry. At that moment, through the only other door into the kitchen, bounced the source of Brandon’s most recent task. The pearl white apron about her waist stood out against the caramel color of her fur. Bright strawberry pink hair swirled upon her head in a loose bun, as long droopy ears hung down on either side of her sweet, pretty face. Along with a garter and a pair of stockings, the apron was Creamy’s only clothing, letting her body fur be plainly seen. Minimal clothing was typical of the females in BonBon, and was something Brandon had grown accustomed to, to the point of rarely noticing.

Skipping over to the wolverine, she let shine a sugar sweet smile. “Your finished?” Creamy Donut asked, sounding more then just pleasantly surprised. Brandon nodded in answer. The rabbit let out a relieved sigh. “I can’t thank you enough.” she said. “It would have taken me all day to move those in here.” Then, her tone took on a frustrated edge. “I am gonna give that delivery man a piece of my mind! Leaving such perishables out on the road, not even bothering to help.” She sighed. “What a day for my assistants to take time off.” Turning back to the wolverine, her smile returned. “Thank you so much.”

“Your welcome.” Brandon replied, with a slight bow of his head. He then turned to leave.

“Oh, wait…wait!” Creamy exclaimed, reaching out to grab Brandon’s hand. He looked back at the rabbit girl, whose eyes had taken on a sparkle. “After all that work,” Miss Donut began, a grin spreading her soft lips, “you deserve a reward.” Letting the wolverine’s rough hand slip from her delicate fingers, she took a few steps back. With a mischievous glint in her slightly closed eyes, the bunny reached behind herself….and produced a small bundle wrapped in pink, flower speckled cloth. “Here,“ as she handed it to Brandon, “a sweet treat for a sweetheart. Your favorite.” adding a wink to the end.

Taking the neatly tied package, Brandon picked up the mouthwatering aroma of Creamy Donut’s infamous butter cookies. Indeed they were his favorite, seeing as how he had to control the drool that suddenly began to develop. He thanked the bunny baker, making that sugar frosted smile grow even bigger.

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The large wolverine chimed the bell above the entrance to Creamy Donut’s Bakery, as he stepped out onto the bustling sidewalks of BonBon. Munching on a cookie, he watched a richly decorated carriage, pulled by two white horses, rumble along the cobblestone road. It was joined by others, running this way and that, all as ornate as the last, carrying their well to do passengers to wherever. Trotting among them, were riders on horseback. All this traffic flowed between the tall rising buildings of shops, taverns, and inns of every kind. BonBon lived up to is reputation for catering to any and every need and pleasure. Book stores and cafes rose alongside brothels and casinos. At first arriving to this place, Brandon remembered how overwhelmed he felt. Like a river trout finding himself in the middle of the ocean, he felt drowned in a sea of sights and sounds.

And of People! So many, everywhere he turned their were faces upon faces. It was something he wasn’t used to, and didn’t care for. For many years he had traveled alone, and with only a few exceptions, had kept to himself. And his past had effected how he viewed people, and how he presented himself to others.

And, even now, as he walked over to where his cart stood, he was also aware of the wide berth he was given by those walking past as he stepped out into the streets. Dressed in a simple leather vest, and his usual mud and earth stained pants, he was far removed from the decadent clothing that was so prominent around him. He must have seemed quite the sight to some, by the way they stared and avoided him, as if he may attack them or were somehow diseased. He didn’t care. In a way, he preferred it that way. It gave him his privacy, which he valued more then anything.

But that didn’t mean he was without friends or enjoyed the company of a select few, and, as he placed his treats into the bed of his cart…

“Hey there, hun.” came a gruff but friendly voice. Brandon turned to see quite an imposing form walk up towards him along the sidewalk. A light blue dress fluttering about her thickly muscled legs, Loucille smiled at her dear friend as she approached. “And how are you doing today, cutey?” she asked, with a wink.

“Hurting.” Brandon replied, rolling his arm and shoulder. Loucille’s puzzled look begged him to explain. Afterward, Loucille just shook her head.

“You really need to learn to say no sometimes.” she said with a friendly laugh.

Brandon just nodded, as he rearranged a few of the parcels in his cart. “I just like to help.”

Loucille sighed, watching as the wolverine walked around, between the cart’s arms, lifting them up to his waist. “Mind a little company on your way?”

Brandon looked back, the happy sparkle in his eyes betraying his feelings to the bear before he answered. “If you wish.”

And so they went. The wolverine’s cart squeaking, as its wheels clomped upon the road. They talked about this and that. About the newest arrivals to town, which had been many. A new seller of tobacco caught Brandon’s interest. Another she mentioned was a rude, but cute, little cat that had arrived only a day or so ago. Asking for work, he ended up being carried from the Delight Castle’s casino after causing a ruckus.

“Sounds as if we share something in common.” Brandon commented.

“Well, you both are cute.” Loucille smirked. “But if your talking about that incident a few weeks back, from what I heard, you stopped something from getting out of hand.”

“Perhaps.” The memories of what happened all those weeks ago were still fresh in his mind. Of escorting that large egoed lion from the casino by his nostrils, and of the events that followed. Brandon could still remember the furious look from Dalila as he walked out the doors. “I didn’t think I’d ever be allowed there again.”

“To be honest, that was almost the case.” Loucille began, pulling the wolverines attention. “I spoke to Dalila the next day. She said Princess Betty was pretty angry, saying that she didn’t want someone thinking they had say on who could be there or not.” Brandon felt a wave of icy guilt wash through his gut. Loucille noticed her friend cringe, and was quick to continue. “But she doesn’t know you, hun. All she knows of you is what Dalila told her when they discussed having you supply flowers for the Ball. Dalila filled her in, about you and why you did what you did. It took some doing, but Betty calmed down. Even going as far as keeping your deal for the Ball. As you already know.”

“Yes,” Brandon said, “and I am very grateful for that.”

“So am I.” said the bear, “Just wouldn’t been the same without some of those beautiful roses of yours.” The wolverine turning to see the grin on his friends face.

“Its more then that.” he said, as they both arrived at a crossroads, coming to a halt to allow a carriage to trot past. “I was worried about losing a good friend. Of which I have few.”

Loucille looked at the wolverine, a touch of annoyance painting her face. “Few friends huh?” she asked, “ Then who’s that?” Indicating where she meant with a nod.

Following her gaze, Brandon turned to see, on the other side of the street, a figure standing outside a double floored building. Dressed in the same deep red as the hair upon her head, the female skunk was leading a well dressed gentleman through the open door. Her massage parlor had only been open for a short time, but Brandon knew it had become quite the popular destination. At that moment, the skunk masseur looked up, and, on seeing him, smiled and waved. Lifting his hand , he waved back, before watching her step back inside.

Then, as soon as the door closed, so did a couple walk past that very spot. A male and female feline, both dressed in finery. He in a crisp cut suit and jacket, dark in color to contrast sharply with the white of his fur, she with shocking white hair and black fur, bejeweled in gems of every color. Walking arm in arm, the siblings saw the wave from the wolverine, and returned it with smiles of recognition.

“So, you know those two troublemakers too?” Loucille said, a smug smile gracing her lips when Brandon turned back to her.

“In a way.” Brandon answered, waving back to the feline duo.

“I see you are so short on friends.” her playful sarcasm continuing as their path cleared, allowing them to continue on their way. Around another bend, and they found themselves within view of Brandon’s next stop. In front of The Outback Omnibus bookstore, a stand was set up. Upon it, were row upon row of flowers of every color and kind. Standing in front of that, waving at the two approaching friends, a feline girl. Dressed in green, with ribbons tying back her long auburn hair, the calico ran up to them, her equally green eyes sparkling.

“Good day, Brandon.” greeted Alice, as the two made their way up to where she had her stand, “and to you too, Loucille.” the cat added.

“Afternoon, deary.” Loucille said, as Brandon began lifting the several burlap wrapped bundles of freshly cut flowers from the bed of his cart, handing them to the feline girl, who began fawning over every bloom as they were uncovered. One by one, the flowers were set upon her stand. Daises and carnations, lilies and lupins. And roses, dozens of roses. And, as one particular bundle was unfurled. “Ah, I knew it.”

Brandon gave Loucille a puzzled look, as Alice was busy arranging.

“I knew those blue roses had to have come from your garden.” Loucille stated, pointing at the very blooms now being placed by the flower girl. “The girls were just going on and on about the blue roses given to Alexia. They just had to have been grown by you, they were just as gorgeous as those.”

“I am glad they were enjoyed.” said Brandon, as he continued to unload his cart. Though he had no idea what or who she was talking about.

“Oh, they were…as was the giver.” giggled the fem bear.

With the last of the wrapped flowers now having found their place upon Alice’s stand, and a few coins placed in his hand, Brandon said his goodbyes to the feline girl, and with Loucille at his side, made his way back down the street.

“I should be getting back.” spoke Loucille as they both paused in front of the home of Sibilla La Noire, “I promised one of the girls I’d meet her at the café. It was good to catch up with you, hun. You should come to town more often.” She smiled.

“I enjoyed it too.” answered the wolverine, as he walked around his cart to where Loucille stood. Reaching into the bed, he removed a few bunched of herbs, destined for Ms. La Noire’s shelves. Underneath them, he lifted a lone bouquet of bright colored flowers.

“Oh, looks like we forgot one.” Loucille said.

“No, its not been forgotten.” said the wolverine, handing them to the bear.

“Oh sweety!” gasped Loucille, as she lifted the bouquet to her nose, breathing deep of their sweet scent. Suddenly, she reached out and engulfed Brandon in her powerful arms. “Thank you!” she repeated several times, as her bear hug crushed the wolverine. Just as the last of the air in his lungs was forced out, she let him loose, allowing him a deep filling gasp!

“Oops…sorry.” She blushed.


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PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 9:44 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Great story, Brandon... you've got a gift for describing the setting and creating a definite mood, I could clearly picture just about everything you described. And on a side-note: Yay, more Loucille! Very Happy

Shoot, now I really gotta get off my lazy butt and start writing some more.
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Indeed, you added in Loucille. I didn't see that coming. XD
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 11:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

*giggle* I love the the part when Ms. Loucille gave Brandon her Bear hug.

I love it! Keep up the good work, Mr. Wolf12
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Thank you.

though i hope Ms Santato agrees with how i portray Loucille.
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Part 5 cont.

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The sun had begun the last leg of its journey through the cloudless sky, by the time Brandon found himself, once again, traveling the forest road. Behind him, his cart jiggled as its wheels hit rock and pits in the road. Gone where the many bundles of greenery and flowers. In their place, a few small sacks containing flour and salt, a small wedge of cheese, a bottle of lamp oil, candles, and other necessities. A breeze had begun to cool the air, as it rippled though the leaves and boughs above him. A few shafts of the fading sun still dappled the path, highlighting the wisps of dust pulled up by the forest wind.

Yet, as he took each bend in the road, his mind was elsewhere. Since leaving town all that he could think about was the visit with Sibilla. For the last several days, her demeanor seemed…strange. From the moment he arrived until their business was finished, she would ask how he was. Over and over, she seemed obsessed with making sure he was alright. Though they had been friends for as long as the wolverine had been in BonBon, as they both shared a deep sense of the spiritual, still, never had she been this worried for his well being. Whenever he tried to ask why she seemed so on edge, the skunk would only change the subject, touching a stack of cards upon a nearby table.

Brandon shook his head. He would have to try to find out on his next visit. Right now, he needed to get his supplies and himself home. As if to support that decision, his stomach gave a growling gurgle. The package of cookies from Miss Donut was now half gone, and he was looking forward to making a nice stew when he got home.

Then, he stopped.

Just up ahead, among the bushes along the side of the road, he saw something flutter, bright within the growing dark. Squeaking his cart closer, he dropped the arms carefully to the ground. A few steps took him off the path, into the bushes that grew beneath the tall trees. Reaching through the tangle of branches, he withdrew a strip of cloth. It was a light blue color, the material soft and fine. Most likely from a dress. Yet, who would be out here? Those that traveled to and from town most often go by carriage. Looking around, he saw a trail of broken twigs marking where someone pushed their way through the underbrush, into the woods beyond.

Something about this made his gut twist. Bringing the strip of cloth to his nose…female. A tang of sweat and…his eyes widened…blood!

At that he was off, racing through the brush! His nose keeping pace with his feet, as they pounded the dirt beneath them. The light around him was growing fainter, both from the waning day and the thickening of the canopy above him. Deeper he ran, dodging trees left and right, following the erratic trail. His face swiped, scratched by low reaching branches. A pair of squirrels scurried out of sight as he raced past. His nose twitched, the scent getting stronger. He turned, following the trail and the smell. Leaping over a mound of fallen leaves…

…and catching himself just before falling down a steep drop off!

With sharp claws dug into the bark of a nearby tree, Brandon pulled himself back, away from a slide down a leaf slick slope. Finding his feet again, he gazed down, and saw something that put a lump in his throat. About half way down the incline, laying against the high side of a large stone, was a prone form, partially covered in leaf litter. What could be seen was the same light blue as the tatter he had found. Wasting little time, Brandon scanned around, looking for a path to take down. Then, letting go where his claws had him anchored, he pushed off, taking a few careful steps to where another tree gave his talons a place to purchase. And, with a pause once or twice to judge his next move, he made his way down the slope. Until, eventually, he was poised over the motionless form among the leaves. Kneeling, he careful slipped his hand around the small body.

Small?

Gently, he turned and lifted, and felt his throat choke at the face of a young little rabbit girl. He laid her gently back onto the soft earth. She couldn’t have been more the ten years old. Fur of dark gray covered her face, and the long ears that drooped to either side. Between them, the darker locks of hair were a tangle of twigs and burrs. Her face was criss crossed with thin shallow scratches. The dress she wore was torn and ratted, shredded by her hurried run through the thick undergrowth.

And why was she running?

Brandon chided himself. This was not the time to figure that out. Leaning down he put his ear to her tiny chest. He sighed in relief…a heartbeat.

That’s when a small hand touched his face.

He looked up, and saw two brown eyes creaking open.

“It…hurts.” came a soft whisper, as tears began to fall from those barely open eyes.

The wolverine placed his big hand upon her forehead, gently. “You’ll be alright.” his voice light. “Shhh.”

“…help…” was all she got out, before her eyes closed, slipping back into unconsciousness.

Petting her cheek once more, Brandon stood up, pulling off the leather vest he wore, and, ever so carefully wrapped it around the small bunny girl. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to stave off the coming chill the signaled the setting of the sun, and the arrival of night. He then slowly, as if handling the most delicate of flower’s, lifted her into the crook of his right arm, cradling her head into his neck. This left his other hand free, and he was going to need it, as he turned and looked up at the steep climb before him.

He felt her breath ruffle the fur of his chest as she gave a soft but pain soaked whimper.

That sound seemed to send a surge of strength into Brandon’s limbs, and, with a growl, he made quick the return climb, leaping from rock to tree, ledge to root, all the while keeping his precious bundle close and safe.

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“Oww..” she squeaked, as she slowly awakened. She hurt, all over. Her face stung from many scratches, her body bruised, from her tumble down that hill…running through all those bushes…

…running….away from…

She gasped, sitting up from where she lay! Her eyes scanned about her, scared to see whether they had…but she wasn’t in the woods anymore.

Where was she?

Looking about, her attention was first drawn to the fire crackling in a large stone mantle that rose from the very center of what seemed to her to be a large open house. An iron pot steamed from where it hung from a metal arm just above the licking flames. Where she lay, upon what felt like a pile of straw covered by woolen blankets, was tucked into the corner where two of the outer walls met. One, the length of which she lay along, seemed to be he front, with a door set into it, and a shuttered window just to its side. The flaming mantle also faced this wall, its light dancing upon the massive logs that this house seemed built from. The light also showed the several items hanging near the door. What looked like a leather satchel, with a strap of braided leather cord, hung from a nail. Next to that was something that brought a shiver to the girls spine. A large glistening blade stuck out from where it had been driven into the wall itself. Its edge looked dinged and chipped, but still seemed very sharp.

Suddenly, something moved. The girl pulled the blanket up to her chin, as something big stepped from the dark, beyond the reach of the firelight.

“Stay away!” she yelled, trying to get up. “Owww!” she cried, as a sharp pain in her leg dropped her back onto the cushion of straw.

“Careful.” came a deep voice.

Looking up, the girl watched a tall male step before the fire. In her eyes, he was huge! She had never seen his kind before. His fur looked spiky, rough. All he wore were some dirty looking trousers and a stitched together leather vest. He knelt in front of the fire, and the shadows were chased from his face. He had tall fuzzy ears topping his head, with nicks taken out of their edges. His face was dark furred, and looked as rough and scruffy as the rest of him. She watched as he took the pot from the fire, tipping it to pour the steaming liquid from it into a small cup. He then stood again, before taking a few steps towards her.

She scooted back, fear still staining her eyes. “Who are you?!”

“My name is Brandon, I’m a friend.” he said, dropping to his knees next to her. “You took a nasty fall. You need to heal.“

Even kneeling as he was, she still had to crane her neck up to look at his face. That when she saw his eyes. In the flickering orange light, they looked like the golden spheres she once saw in the window of a jewelers in town. They seemed so warm…so…friendly. She felt her fear just melting away. So, when he lifted the cup to her, she had no hesitation in taking it.

“Drink.” came that deep voice again, but now she also noticed how soft it was, “It will help you feel better.”

She looked down at the dark fluid that filled the cup. She could see little bits of…something…floating just under the surface. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffed. It smelled…good. Like flowers. Looking up at those gentle eyes again, she saw him nod. She returned it, and, slowly, brought the cup to her lips. She tipped it, wincing as the drink touched her tongue, expecting it to taste awful. She perked up, as the flavor that filled her mouth was that of fruit and honey. It was delicious! And not as hot as she thought, it was pleasantly warm. She took a heartier gulp!

“Easy.” cautioned Brandon, putting one of his massive hands on hers to lower the cup. ”Just a little at a time.”

She nodded, letting the mouthful she had go down. She noticed how warm she was starting to feel, the pains that had been all over were fading. “Thank you.”

He didn’t speak, and his face stayed fixed in a neutral expression, but those friendly eyes helped the young girl relax, as did the drink she continued to sip. “Whats your name?”

The girl looked up from her cup, “Jeanni.” she answered with a smile.

“Now tell me, Jeanni” he said, “why were you out this far from town, and by yourself?”

The girl finished the last of the drink, “Oh I wasn’t alone, I was with…” A saddened realization, and horror, shot open the bunny girls eyes. “Oh No! Allie!!! They’re still after her!!” She dropped the empty cup, again trying to stand, but was held down gently by Brandon’s powerful hands.

“Calm down.” he said, “Calm down.” he repeated. Slowly, the girl relaxed, settling back done upon the mat. “Now tell me, slowly, what happened?”

Tears began to well in the young rabbits eyes, “We were coming back from watching the sun set. We always do that on this cliff near the mountains. It was so pretty. Then we were coming back and…and…” her voice was breaking, wiping tears from her cheek.

“Please, Jeanni, “Brandon asked, his voice as soft as he could make it, “I need to know.”

The rabbit sniffled, before continuing, “These men came after us. I don’t know where they came from. They just started chasing us! We were…running on the road. Then, Allie stopped me, and pushed me off the road. She told me to run, and don’t stop. I didn’t want to leave her….” in between the sobs, Jeanni yawned, “…but she yelled at me, and…I was so scared! I…just…ran.” Brandon reached out to pet the young girls head. Instead, she latched onto his arm, hugging it tight as she looked up at him. Her eyes were rimmed red, the fur beneath them soaked in tears. “You have to find her! She’s my sister…please…” She yawned again, her grip loosening, and he eyes started to close. “Please…please…” her voice trailed off, as she gently fell into a calming sleep.

Brandon lowered her gently to the straw mat, glad to see the herbs he added to the tea were having their effect. She needed to rest, especially after what he learned she’d been through. The tea would also help her heal. Pulling the blanket up, he covered the girl to her chin, before stroking the fur of her forehead.

He then stood, and, quietly, let himself out the door, closing it behind him.

It was just past dusk, the only sun left was a reddish orange streak along the horizon, alighting the far mountain tops. And there, rising from the distant treetops, that same column of smoke curled into the sky. The kind eyes seen by the young rabbit faded, replaced by ones filled with stern certainty. As well as a touch of anger.

Anyone that would do something so cruel to one so young, to put such fear into a childs heart…
As the wolverine took off into the trees, towards the base of that gray swirling pillar, the blade seen by those young eyes was gripped tightly in his hands.


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PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Oh, my. This is starting to get good.

Can't wait to read what happens next. Smile
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 11:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Aren't bear hugs keen? Very Happy
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 7:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Xebulon wrote:
Aren't bear hugs keen? Very Happy


I know I'm a fan. *Squeezes onto Xebulon*
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 6:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm a fan of Bear hugs, too. *hugs behind Mystic and reach her arms out more and pat Xebulon's fur*
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 7:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

~walks up.......sees the three huggers......and shrugs~

Why the hell not............Group Hug!

~wraps those long arms around the lot....and lifts all three off the floor for a moment....then setting them down and letting go!~

Well, that was nice. lol
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 10:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

*wraps an arm around Mystic and Lidia, lifts them off the ground, spins them around once then sets them back down* Very Happy
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PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 8:46 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 3:08 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

next section will have to wait.

have to leave for a while.

take care all.
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