January 05, 2017, 01:14 AM
(This post was last modified: January 05, 2017, 01:15 AM by RIP Snowberry.)
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"He pulled out a burnet leaf and ate it slowly, concealing his fear as best he could; for all his instincts were warning him of the dangers in the unknown country beyond the warren."
He should have known better than to stop, or to speak, or to give any chance to the passage of time. To be caught on his back by a beast, no less! Snowberry was better than this — he was a crafty buck, an ex-Owsla member, a warrior! And here he was, having planted himself in a compromising position in the dark of the wood which he hadn't visited since -- since -- well! A long time! Horrible.
Snowberry was inviting danger, and danger came swiftly to him. It loomed over him so suddenly that for a split second, he simply lay transfixed with a dumb, half-lidded expression on his face. His paws were frozen in place among his belly furs, pinching then tight. Then when the beast of Inlé spoke (diving towards his belly with great speed, enough to make even this old man tharn before it), Snowberry seemed to spasm.
He brought his hind legs in close and released them, aiming a swift kick to the lower jaw of the great, giant homba; rabbits knew of wolves but not their names, you see. To them, all things fox-sized and larger were of the same ilk. This one, tawny though it appeared and at least three times as large, was just another damnable pest. Whether the old buck's aim was true or not, he flipped and flopped awkwardly against the silf beneath, and attempted to bolt.
Yet his paws were raw and sore, bloodied, untreated since his daring escape from the Sentinels. He did stumble — and in that moment, Snowberry's mind went blank with terror.
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"He pulled out a burnet leaf and ate it slowly, concealing his fear as best he could; for all his instincts were warning him of the dangers in the unknown country beyond the warren."
He should have known better than to stop, or to speak, or to give any chance to the passage of time. To be caught on his back by a beast, no less! Snowberry was better than this — he was a crafty buck, an ex-Owsla member, a warrior! And here he was, having planted himself in a compromising position in the dark of the wood which he hadn't visited since -- since -- well! A long time! Horrible.
Snowberry was inviting danger, and danger came swiftly to him. It loomed over him so suddenly that for a split second, he simply lay transfixed with a dumb, half-lidded expression on his face. His paws were frozen in place among his belly furs, pinching then tight. Then when the beast of Inlé spoke (diving towards his belly with great speed, enough to make even this old man tharn before it), Snowberry seemed to spasm.
He brought his hind legs in close and released them, aiming a swift kick to the lower jaw of the great, giant homba; rabbits knew of wolves but not their names, you see. To them, all things fox-sized and larger were of the same ilk. This one, tawny though it appeared and at least three times as large, was just another damnable pest. Whether the old buck's aim was true or not, he flipped and flopped awkwardly against the silf beneath, and attempted to bolt.
Yet his paws were raw and sore, bloodied, untreated since his daring escape from the Sentinels. He did stumble — and in that moment, Snowberry's mind went blank with terror.
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The primroses were over. - by RIP Snowberry - January 04, 2017, 02:24 AM
RE: The primroses were over. - by Muses - January 04, 2017, 07:19 AM
RE: The primroses were over. - by RIP Snowberry - January 05, 2017, 01:14 AM
RE: The primroses were over. - by Muses - January 12, 2017, 11:18 AM