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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 5, 2008 18:50:17 GMT
A cairn? *Terragon asks, frowning over Oakrose's head at Lonas and gesturing with exasperated paws. "Back to Terralux?" she mouths, nodding at the digging squirrel. After a moment, Terragon moves away, towards Darron. She lays two claws on the veins of his wrist, turning it firmly to face upwards. With barely a pause, Terragon takes the claws to feel for a pulse in Darron's neck, no doubt having found none in the wrist. Why bother checking. He's dead, surely. But it is Lonas, not Terragon, standing alone, cursing. This gives Terragon a purpose to focus everything absolutely upon.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 5, 2008 19:00:17 GMT
Lonas nods a couple times and starts back, dragging his paws slightly. After a moment, he glances back at Oakrose, frowns, and moves on at a faster clip.
The golden squirrel returns close on a half-hour later, with Regen and Rippla in tow. Regen pauses a few feet away from Darron's body and gives voice to a disgusted oath, before glancing at Oakrose's trench. "Ye don't mean t' bury 'im here, do ye'?" "No." Lonas glances at his younger brother angrily. Regen shakes his head and draws a knife, turning to cut down a few small saplings from the side of the road. "Ye said it was a suicide an' 'e weren't christened, but that doesn't mean we hafta put 'im in an unmarked trench on th' side o' the road.." Rippla studies Darron's body cooly, then turns his eyes on Oakrose. The weasel seems to read something there, and he takes the bloody knife from the ground and wraps it in a handkerchief taken from his pocket. He places the wrapped object in the pocket of his heavy coat, then turns and helps Regen collect branches from the side of the road. The two mean to build a stretcher, apparently.
Lonas removes his cloak for his brothers to use on the stretcher, but otherwise doesn't move from where he stands glaring up the path at Oakrose.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 5, 2008 22:45:56 GMT
*Oakrose stops digging and twists her mouth wryly.* I guess not. Well, I don't think he would really wasnt to be buried inside some fort in the middle of Mossflower, where he was just a visitor. Darron was... a traveller. *She sighs, then stands and wipes the dirt from her paws and her skirt. Why does this always happen to me? Everytime somebeast comes to visit, one or both of them don't make it home. Why? What in Hellgates did I do so wrong? Gr-reat, Lonas won't stop staring at me and Rippla's got the dagger. She glances up at Rippla and tries to smile. Apparently losing Darron didn't lessen her hate of the weasel.* C-can I please have that dagger back? I know it may seem like I don't want it, but I believe there's a reason to why he chose that one to drive through his heart. *She moves away from where Darron's body is, but keeps staring at Rippla's pocket expectantly and doesn't make eye contact with Lonas.*
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