Post by Darkpatch on Jan 6, 2009 22:24:59 GMT -5
The light snowflakes of winter sprinkled down slowly as if hesitant to reach it's destination of the treetops and ground below in the winter stricken forest of Mossflower Wood. The light snow was filled with trails of footpaws scampering for a warm haven against the biting frost of the snowfall. The tranquility of the silent frost-bound woodlands was like an artistic masterpiece of tranquility and silence.
Suddenly the serenity of a large snow filled clearing was rudely interrupted by the gruff sound of footpaws trudging through the freezing sheets of frost and snow. It was a thin and weedy ferret garbed in a sleeveless tunic and light brown rags for trousers. Tied to his left leg was a thin rope that held onto an assortment of pots, pans, cutlery and even a thin sword.
The ferret was a sad sight, his arms tucked into an X-shape and rubbing his shoulders in a vain attempt to prevent himself from freezing as the cold winds battered his bony body. His fur was crusted with fallen snow and his pitch black leather eyepatch was frozen to his head. On his back the ferret lugged an empty haversack.
In order to keep his spirits up, Rial "Darkpatch" Irunnwey began singing a ballad that he had written about.
"Oh, I was born on a cold Winter's Eve,
And oh, did my granny did seethe,
when I lied all her vittles away-hay-hooooo!!!!
I tricked me old granny out of her house and home,
My dishonesty got my parents to leave their house and roam,
Oh, ho, tricked ya', oh!
But what could you expect?
With an ol' great ferret liar like me!
Oh, I once met a tough stoat,
who had a great big boat,
and I lied away and tricked it away,
and the boat belongs to me-oh!
Oh, ho, tricked ya', oh!
But what could you expect?
With an ol' great ferret liar like me!
Oh, I met an evil rat,
who had a nice pet bat,
and to it I took a fancy,
so I lied to the rat named Prancy,
and the bat belongs to me-oh!
Oh, ho, tricked ya', oh!
But what could you expect?
With an ol' great ferret liar like me!"
Darkpatch repeated the chorus several times before sitting down to rest a while on a large oak, panting and extremely weary.
Suddenly the serenity of a large snow filled clearing was rudely interrupted by the gruff sound of footpaws trudging through the freezing sheets of frost and snow. It was a thin and weedy ferret garbed in a sleeveless tunic and light brown rags for trousers. Tied to his left leg was a thin rope that held onto an assortment of pots, pans, cutlery and even a thin sword.
The ferret was a sad sight, his arms tucked into an X-shape and rubbing his shoulders in a vain attempt to prevent himself from freezing as the cold winds battered his bony body. His fur was crusted with fallen snow and his pitch black leather eyepatch was frozen to his head. On his back the ferret lugged an empty haversack.
In order to keep his spirits up, Rial "Darkpatch" Irunnwey began singing a ballad that he had written about.
"Oh, I was born on a cold Winter's Eve,
And oh, did my granny did seethe,
when I lied all her vittles away-hay-hooooo!!!!
I tricked me old granny out of her house and home,
My dishonesty got my parents to leave their house and roam,
Oh, ho, tricked ya', oh!
But what could you expect?
With an ol' great ferret liar like me!
Oh, I once met a tough stoat,
who had a great big boat,
and I lied away and tricked it away,
and the boat belongs to me-oh!
Oh, ho, tricked ya', oh!
But what could you expect?
With an ol' great ferret liar like me!
Oh, I met an evil rat,
who had a nice pet bat,
and to it I took a fancy,
so I lied to the rat named Prancy,
and the bat belongs to me-oh!
Oh, ho, tricked ya', oh!
But what could you expect?
With an ol' great ferret liar like me!"
Darkpatch repeated the chorus several times before sitting down to rest a while on a large oak, panting and extremely weary.