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Post by Robin Redflash on Feb 28, 2007 18:52:06 GMT
*Thrukka looks at her oddly.* Yes once. A long time ago. Why do you ask? You wanna know my whole history or something? Why? *She is getting even more awkard and shuffling from paw to paw. She has hunched her shoulders so as little of her face is showing as possible. She always has had trouble talking about her past and her family. Uncousiously she runs her finger along the edge of her hatchet. Then she looks back to Terragon hoping she hasn't scared her away or anything.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 28, 2007 19:21:22 GMT
Perhaps you've heard, *Terragon continues, regardless of Thrukka's angry response.* That I was a mercenary once. *She flinches inwardly, cringing at her own words.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Feb 28, 2007 20:14:10 GMT
Really, I don't think I have heard of you as a mercenary before ever. My group didn't really hear of many others that we weren't assigned to well...fight. What group were you part of or what did you join up to? *Thrukka looks at Terragon oddly. She thinks to herself maybe that this squirrel isn't so bad after all.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 28, 2007 20:36:17 GMT
Ah... well, that's the problem. I was never a mercenary. *Terragon sighs.* I left Redwall when I was thirteen years, along with a friend, an otter called Seastar, and we traveled around a bit. He stayed at a valley for a bit, with some dibbuns, and I went to a Fort, North-West of Redwall. I intended to enroll for their army as a mercenary, but I was told that I was too young and that they'd not accept girls. I hung around the Fort for several days, until the daughter of the Lord of the Fort allowed me to stay as a maid. She'd three brothers. The eldest ran the army, the middle was Tervin Blackstar, who I know little about and rarely saw, and the third... I never liked him much, even then, but he and his sister got on well enough, though I'm sure she pitied him. I'd not been at the Fort long, when the Lord of the Fort passed away and the eldest took over. The youngest of the sons along with some mercenaries he'd hired from elsewhere took over. I helped in the patrol that fought back and stopped the eldest from being killed. He was forced to flee, along with most of the patrol. The ones who stayed were only protected by my mistress, who shortly had kittens. She only told me who the father was. *Terragon smiles slightly, as though pleased at being trusted, or perhaps as though to tell Thrukka "I know something you don't."* Her brother said she'd brought shame on the family name - as though he hadn't - and said he'd kill her if she didn't leave. So... we all left in the dead of night and I went to find Seastar in his valley with his friends. Robin was there. Ashnel came and found me and Seastar, and I set off again with Ash'. We came to Terralux and Ashnel went off back to the Pine Woods. He always believed I'd been a soldier, a warrior, a hero. *Terragon spits the words now and turns on Thrukka.* You don't understand loyalty, though, I suppose. I was loyal - I served how I could, but my mistress told me to go. *The squirrel tries to convince herself she's not angry, but another part of her still wants to shout at Thrukka, call her a murderer. And you want to hope against hope that Thrukka didn't notice that you never say the names of the ones who leave you behind. You wouldn't tell her Scruffear's name, you wouldn't say her name.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Feb 28, 2007 21:01:05 GMT
*Thrukka merely breathes out slowly. She scans the story over and over again in her head. Always stopping and screaming at one particular part that burns her insides.* Loyalty, huh, you say I know nothing of loyalty! You don't even know me and you judge me already. I know of loyalty and I suppose one story deserves another. In case you hadn't already noticed I'm a guosim shrew, born in a log boat on the rapids that's me. Anyway my father wanted to be the Log a Log of our division, the one who had power at that time was getting old and slow it wouldn't be long until he died. No one wanted him to die but he had been sick for nearly 6 months. Though my father wasn't the only one who wanted power there was another, called Bruark who was my father's main rival. When the time came it was Bruark who the clan selected. It nearly crushed my father, it did more than that in fact it destroyed him. After only a week of the other's rule he got it into his head to end it. My father murdered him! He murdered another shrew for no reason worth it! *She pauses for breath here, she is gripping her hatchet tightly as if she needs to hold onto something.* Once my father realized what he had done he confessed to my mother and my brother. They would have none of him, he was going to run but they wouldn't follow him. It was then that I realised he would be all alone, lost I couldn't bear to think of him like that so I left with him. We ran for many days and nights staying away from any water. We ended up near some desert fortress somewhere, by then my father had relapsed. He'd grown sick and weak. So when we reached the fortress I offered my fighting services in exchange for them keeping me and my father. I had to lie about my age to get them to accept me. Then my whole life became about helping him and doing what was good for him, never about me but I was content in my own way. I couldn't save him though after all we'd been through he still died within the month of getting to the fort. Before he went he had this made for me.*She indicates the hatchet.* He had it engraved. It says to my beloved daughter Thrukka, never forget......to live. He knew all along I'd made my life about him. Well I didn't know what to do. I chose to stay on at the fort for a while as a guard, big mistake after another year there they were taken over by some raiding wildcats and all the fort was turned into slaves and taken to Meratoa and well you know the rest. So don't you dare accuse me of not knowing about loyalty because I followed a murderer and a traitor for the simple reason of the loyalty I had for him beacause he was my father. *She glares at Terragon and holds her ground almost wanting a fight but also feeling too exhausted for one.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 1, 2007 19:42:33 GMT
*Terragon looks her up and down slowly, and curses loudly, before murmuring, perhaps to herself.* How did this happen? We're on the same side, we've just shouted what we've never said before to anybeast at each other, and yet... *The squirrel sighs, and almost seems to grow angry again.* Why...? Is it because we're the same and I - no, you - don't want to admit it, or is it because we're different. I don't kill. You do. But, *She pauses and returns to her normal self.* I've killed before in battle; and I've blamed myself for it. Not only blamed myself for that, but for Oakbark leaving. *Terragon shifts her head to one side. It's a vunerable action for the squirrel and for a moment, she wonders if Thrukka notices.* Sorry.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 3, 2007 15:58:31 GMT
*Thrukka does notice she has seen an executioners axe fall on the exact spot Terragon made vulnerable many a time.* I'm proud but I will say this it would be...not...the most...unwelcome thing in the world if we were quite similar. There I said it. *She grins her teeth now but does not look away.* As for blaming yourself you shouldn't for the one's you've killed in battle or you will end up slicing your own throat before you're done naming them. As for Oakbark I have no idea who he is but I can gues. *Here she flits her eyes up and down Terragon with a slight smile on her face.* Why do you kill? I kill to live and to survive, maybe I'm just over competetive or something. I'll admit freely I sometimes take pleasure in killing my enemies but only because I know that I have bested them at the hardest thing there is in this world, surviving. Why do you? *Thrukka stares at Terragon hoping she replies she is rather enjoying this.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 3, 2007 18:47:13 GMT
*Terragon pauses, letting the memories gush through her mind.* Because, *She answers, finally, slowly.* Because... not for fun... to survive, maybe, but I value the survival of other Terraluxians more than my own, I suppose. *The squirrel pauses, and barks with laughter.* I don't have a clue how that sounded, but it must've seemed... *She shruggs and laughs again slightly, before growing serious again.* Maybe for honour, or because I wished I could have stopped what happened at the Fort all those years ago. If I'd been a mercenary, not some wildcat's servant, would there have been a different outcome? *Terragon stops, and takes her turn at asking questions again.* Why do the survivors wished they'd not lived? Or, is it just me that's strange?
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 3, 2007 22:07:53 GMT
*Thrukka's eyes go slightly wide at Terragon's words.* I'm sorry now. I underestimated you, completely. You have just said that you fight for those who aren't you or even remotely connected with you ecept that you feel that they are under your care. Also that you care about honor and yet I have seen you fight and I believe that to survive you would fight dirty even though you say you fight for honour. *Then she realises what she is saying almost but doesn't take it back exactly.* Oh sorry...it's just very interesting I'm sorry if I've offended you I'm merely intrigued. Anyway I may not know much about you but I know that if you blame yourself for everything you'll drown yourself in guilt. My father told me that...Anyway I think survivors wish they hadn't because creatures aren't meant to be alone and we are made to follow something, even leaders always believe that they follow some higher purpose. So we wish to follow those who go on ahead because we are made to follow and because we don't want to be alone and everyone hates beiong left behind, alone. *She stares at the stars hardly paying attention to anything now.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 4, 2007 7:57:08 GMT
OOC: Terri and Thrukka are inside Starsett Hollow. Is Thrukka looking out of the window, or something-? *Is confused.* BIC: *Terragon bites her lip.* There are some things that neither of us would do to survive. *She watches the other carefully, trying to phanthom her thoughts.* Yes?
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 4, 2007 8:34:49 GMT
OOC: Er....yes that's it. She's looking out of a window.
BIC: *Thrukka looks over to Terragon dreamlike for once in her life. She considers the question.* Yes there is something neither of us would do to survive. I would never betray someone who I respected and had earned my loyalty just for my life among other things. And you? *Her eyes are unfocused and she feels oddly calm.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 4, 2007 11:01:56 GMT
*Terragon shruggs, and glances down to the clearing.* Not now. First, I'll introduce you to Arven.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 4, 2007 17:58:23 GMT
Fine. Lead on. *Thrukka gestures that Terragon probably should go first. She has enjoyed finally getting this straight, she can't say that she like's Terragon anymore than normal but she does have a little more respect for her now.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 5, 2007 19:09:32 GMT
*Terragon pauses, wavering a little, before climbing down onto the rope ladder.* Close the door b'hind you, though. *She calls up to Thrukka. It sounds strange to speak about normal things when she's here. Even closing the front door seems too real...*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 10, 2007 7:22:07 GMT
*Thrukka merely nods and follows Terragon. She waits for her to climb down the ladder all the way before she starts to climb down. Then remembering Terragon's instruction she quickly gets back up and closes the door, and begins her descent again. Once she reaches the bottome she hops off neatly waiting to meet this ARven character.*
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