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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 1:10:45 GMT
*Oakrose gave the Dragonfly her letter and instructed it to Eale's Nest, or the Tavern, wherever Lonas was. He needed to read it. Immediately. It read: Dear Lonas, you have a way of coming easily to me. and when you Take, you take the very best of me. so i start a fIght 'cause i need to feel somethin' and you do what you want 'cause i'm not what you wanted.
oh, what a shaMe. what a rainy ending given to a perfEct day. just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say. and now that i'm sittin' here Thinkin' it through, i've never been anywhere cOld as you.
you put up walls and paint them alL a shade of gray. and i stood there lovin' you and washed them all away. and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nErve to adore you.
oh, whaT a shame. What a rainy ending given to a perfect day. So just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say. and now that I'm sittin' here thinkin' it through, I've never been anywhere cold as you.
you never did Give a d@#* thing, honey. but i cried, cried for you. and i know you wouldn't have told nobody if i died, died for you. (died for you)
Oh, what a shame. what a rainy ending give to a perfect day. every smile you fake is so condescending. counted all the scars you made. now that I'm sittin her thinkin' it through, I've never been anywhere cold as you.
If you paid attention, you'll notice that the capitalized letters spell out TIME TO LET GO. I think that time is now. So sorry, but it isn't working out. I hope we can still be friends, somehow. Formerly yours, Oakrose
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Nov 24, 2007 1:21:35 GMT
*Lonas picked up the message by the lake, oddly enough. The golden squirrel had been..fishing. Or watching Regen fish, as it were.* *He took the message from the Dragonfly curiously...the creature had stayed nearby, instead of flying off. It wasn't marked with a name, but he was fairly sure who'd sent it.* Oakrose.
*Regen glanced behind him at his brother. The black-eyed squirrel had an eyebrow raised quizzically, one paw still on his pole.* What's it say. *Lonas glanced up, scowled slightly, and reread the letter. At first, he'd thought this was a joke...but obviously not. She'd done it.* *And it wasn't a bad thing. What with Corin, and Blackstar, and Rippla, and the Apothecary, Lonas really wasn't prepared for a relationship. But that didn't make him feel any better. The golden squirrel sighed softly and crumpled the note up in his paw, then dropped it on the ground.* *The Dragonfly buzzed by his ear. Lonas glanced over, pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket, and scribbled down with a piece of charcoal:* I'm sorry. *There wasn't anything else to say. Except, of course, for the usual.* I need a drink, *followed by starting off toward the Tavern. Regen glanced curiously at his brother's receding back and picked up the ball of paper. He was fairly sure what was on it..no need to read.* *The younger squirrel tossed the paper into the lake and watched it sink from sight.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 1:40:52 GMT
*Oakrose was on her balcony, leaning over the rail, crying. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it. She'd ended it. It was for her good, and Lonas'. But, God! The thought of it made her blood run cold. Wait till her parents heard of it. She grabbed the dragonfly's note. Sorry. That was it. It was over. She knew where he'd be headed, to get a drink. Oakrose ran to the Tavern, then opened the door.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Nov 24, 2007 1:47:20 GMT
*Lonas jumped slightly as the Tavern door banged open. He'd just aquired a third ale - something he rarely drank - and was sitting having a mostly one-sided conversation with Rippla. The weasel glanced over at Oakrose and shot Lonas a somewhat curious glance.* *Lonas ignored the weasel and, despite being drunk, rearranged his despondent expression into one of mild curiousity, and smiled vaguely.* Oakrose! ....I wonder why she's here...uh...just imagine she's, um, Amber. Polite. *Rippla glanced between the two squirrels, rubbed a paw over the iron Hammer strung around his neck, and nodded to the bartender. Clearly Lonas had been spilling his guts to the quiet weasel, and Rippla was making sure he got good and drunk.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 2:00:17 GMT
*Oakrose shot a cold stare at Rippla. It obviously said what she meant: stop. The usually flirty, happy squirrelmaid wore a look of iron on her face. A tear ran down her cheek as she walked over to where the fourth mug of ale had been set down, and wrapped a paw around it.* Don't try it. Drinking doesn't help, trust me. I've been there, done that. In the morning, you'll wake up with a huge headache and a heartache. *She picked it up and let it drop it to the floor. The glass shattered with a loud crash and ale went everywhere. Oakrose looked Lonas in the eye.* I'm sorry. I gave so much and got so little in return. It was more heartache than true love. I would have given you all of my heart, but there's someone who's torn it apart.... and there wasn't enough to give away. Sorry.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Nov 24, 2007 2:09:54 GMT
*Rippla returned the squirrelmaid's look with an insolent stare of his own, dark fur glittering slightly in the firelight. He glanced down at the shattered mug, the look in his eyes saying, you're gonna pay for that, not me.* *Lonas smacked his lips once or twice to get rid of the dry taste of drink enough to talk. He glanced at Rippla out the corner of his eye, struggled with his expression for a second - it was harder to put on a mask when one was drunk - and gave up. His depressed look returns, and he fixes his dark eyes on Oakrose.* I'm s'rry, love. I - I've got things. Corin's almost been assas'nated, back at th' Arkains. Jon's been killed by Saracen filth. (he spits out the words with cold anger, almost hatred.) Reg's Lord Blackstar's on th' move....an' all he'll do is sit around and fish. *The golden squirrel twitches his paws slightly, almost in a parody of his usual wide-armed gesture of nonchalance.* I tried...but it ain't gonna work. We c'n still be friends though, yes? *His drunken stare is fervent suddenly, hopeful. Rippla, behind him, looks to one side out the window at the setting sun, almost seeming disgusted.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 2:22:45 GMT
*Oakrose almost wanted to go back to him. He sounded so pitiful, and she sympathized with him. She sat down on the barstool next to him. Putting her head in her paws, she shook it.* No. I'm... I'm the one that should be sorry. I didn't realize all this was going on, we should have talked more. But then, I guess it was when Blackstar began to cause trouble again, you and Reg' were always in meetings, and then my parents came, and it all fell apart. *She laughs dryly.* I even forgot my own birthday. I'm 22 years old now. Yes, I'm sure we can be friends. *She takes 8cs out of her cloak pocket and slides them onto the counter.* There, happy Rippla? *She spits the name out with distaste like it was an adder that would kill.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Nov 24, 2007 2:31:14 GMT
*Rippla smiled, baring his yellowing fangs, and replied coldly,* Completely. *The weasel then returned to looking outside, as if the setting sun required all his attention. Maybe it did, one can never tell with Rippla.*
*Lonas glanced down at the cs on the bar, competely oblivious to his ward's problems, and smiled slightly. Digging through his pockets, he came up with eight cs and slides them onto the counter, scooping the others back toward Oakrose. He spoke with obvious relief.* I'm glad. I wouldn't want.... *he frowned, trying to decide what he wouldn't want, then gave it up.* Anyhow. I was glad t' meet yer parents, they were very nice. S'pecially yer mother. *The golden squirrel smiled again. His own mother had never been that..motherly. He suspected Lenair Eale was where Corin had gotten the meddling genes.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 2:38:37 GMT
*Oakrose scowls, then decides against spitting at Rippla's feet. She grins weakly at Lonas' action.* Thanks. I'll have to pay you back... somehow. Yes, I'll have to mention that you said that in my next letter. I'll be going now. Good... goodbye. Goodbye, Lonas Eale. Good riddance, Rippla. *With that, the squirrelmaid left the Wispering Willow Tavern for the last time.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Nov 24, 2007 2:47:25 GMT
G'night, *Lonas replied to Oakrose's back, and stares at the puddle of ale on the floor. She was gone now...and what he was gonna do, he didn't know.* *Stick to the plan, he supposed. Corin wasn't dead. Jon was, but there was nothing to do about that. Keep himself alive, keep Reg' alive...no matter how much of an ass he was...keep Jacob, Corin's young son alive...* *After a moment, the golden squirrel lifted his mug with a sigh. Oakrose was gone...there was nothing to be done about that either. He might as well drink.* *And drink he did.*
*Rippla blinked as Oakrose's departure ruined his view of the sun and rose, collecting his cloak as he did.* I'm goin' home. *Home, for the weasel, was the Apothecary - he slept there as extra insurance against any young beasts who wanted to get their paws on some cinnamon. Rippla ducked into his garment as he left the porch and headed toward the small store, glaring at the ground as he went.* *That squirrelmaid...Oakrose. Talk about a weak mind. Anyway, it appeared she was gone now, at least as far as he was concerned. Good. It was hard to keep up on what went on in the world while Lonas was distracted by females. The weasel, of course, had given up on the opposite gender last spring, when Balder had slashed his face open. And discovered, on the way, that things were easiest without them.* *Good riddance back.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 3:00:08 GMT
*Oakrose had run home, oblivious to the wind and the cold, tears streaming down her face. She collapsed on her bed, then yelled out to the world.* SCREW HIM! SCREW RIPPLA! SCREW THIS HEART OF MINE! IT'S SO WEAK, AAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH! *She let out a scream of anguish, then fell asleep to her tears. She had a dream. The world didn't care. She could love Lonas, and no one interfered. His family was fine with it, and Jon hadn't been killed. There had never been a Tervin Blackstar, nor a Virrax to break her heart. Lonas was the only other thing in the world. She had personally murdered Rippla, and had enjoyed it very much.*
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Silas
Villager
A Wandering Warrior
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Post by Silas on Nov 24, 2007 3:21:03 GMT
*Even down the village path a ways, those same screams, though faint, rached the ears of Silas Hawkeye as he stood upon the battlements of Fort Leafback as if he were a statue, sipping his warm mug of soup, wrapped in winter clothes. His ears perked up in surprise as the sound waves reached him, the words spoken blurred from distance.*
What the...? *He wondered aloud, setting his mug down upon the battlements. A vermin attack? No, they wouldn't be here in winter. Well what was it, then? He had heard something. Shrugging, he decided to stay put, leaning upon the battlements with his elbows, feeling like he would actually turn to stone one day. And as that final outburst reached him, he thought that might just happen to him in that particular millisecond. Wincing, he sighs once more as it ends. He wasn't very partial to screams.*
*Not at all.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 24, 2007 9:48:58 GMT
*Terragon sits on the rooftop of Starsett Hollow, the first glimmers of light awakening from the darkening sunset. One by one, the stars begin to shine. And then she hears it: a scream she knows all too well. It sounds almost more horrible from another creature's lips and Terragon is half-way to her footpaws before Ashnel pulls himself up onto the roof beside her.*
Oakrose, *He murmurs. Terragon nods, not asking how he knows. Ashnel explains anyway.* Danniar was in the Tavern. Lonas was there with Rippla. Oakrose talked to them. Danniar said it was all quite quiet. *There comes a pause before he speaks again, voicing the other squirrel's mind.* ... until now. *Another pause, longer this time, broken by Terragon standing fully.* Leave her for a moment, Terri, *Ashnel mutters and after a silence, goes back into the house. Terragon doesn't sit down, but watches the dying sun from where she stands until it has nearly disappeared behind the trees.* *It is then the squirrel moves. Quickly, quietly - so Ashnel will not hear her from the rooms below - her walking pace almost a jog, she crosses the roof and with a deep breath, jumps to the thick branches of a tree beyond it. Climbing, Terragon reaches the walkway that leads through the settlement and clambers up onto it. Here, she makes her way towards one of the cottages. The walkway at this point is low and Terragon can jump from it, to the roof of the cottage and down to the ground. She makes her way around to the front door and stops without knocking. Maybe Ashnel's right and Oakrose should be left alone... but then again, the observation skills of Ashnel Alashia regarding other creatures are not perfect. It's very nearly nightfall now and Terragon sighs, because she knows exactly how it feels.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Nov 24, 2007 13:15:05 GMT
*Regen, on his way home with a long line of small trout and the like, froze as a scream rent the chill air. The squirrel can't hear words in it, but can make a guess at what it is.* Sounds like they act'lly did it. I was right...Oakrose was th' best thing t' happen t' since th' Apothecary. *He continued onward when the woods went quiet again, his fish in one paw. A breeze blew his cloak back, and the squirrel glanced up - a few clouds could be seen against the almost-full moon. Looked like rain before long.* *As his gaze moved downward again, he caught sight of somebeast on the battlements of Leafback. Silas, probably. He stopped beside the fort and waved.* Evenin!
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Nov 24, 2007 14:58:06 GMT
*Soilrose was cleaning the living room- just tidying up- when she had seen Oakrose run to the Tavern and, then, back later. She knew what had happened. The screams, crying, it was new to her, she'd never fallen in love. The mole shook her head as she wiped off the window.* Poor Miz Oakroser. Annuver 'eartbreak... Oi doan't know 'ow mooch moore she carn taker. *Soilrose saw the figure, though she couldn't tell who, approach the door.* Whoo's art ee doorer? Ef et Zurr Rippler, Oi think Oi'll whark 'im noice an' 'ard. *She chuckles as she heads to the door. When the door reveals Terragon, she is very surprised.* Miz Terragonner, coom in, wot brings yoo 'ere? ~~~~ *Oakrose stirred upstairs: she'd awakened from her peaceful slumber. The squirrelmaid thought she heard Soilrose answering the door, but who would be coming over? Lonas was... just a friend, Rippla wouldn't dare to come calling to her cottage, the others probably weren't able to sympathize, so who was left?*
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