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Post by Shadow Flame on Aug 17, 2010 0:10:55 GMT -5
A large figure glided into the woods after sneaking away from the Abbey walls. The creature needed some fresh air from Mossflower itself, continuing a couple of miles down the path away from Redwall. He quickly climbed up a large tree to get a better view of his surroundings.
"Ah, no beasts in sight. That friar is really overloading me with kitchen work. I didn't 'ave enough time to train today!" The creature, who was a large squirrel warrior named Oliver, let out a long huff of frustration. He regained himself shortly with a smile. "Kinda feels weird bein' all lonely out 'ere though, wish I 'ad some beast to talk to." He slid his back onto the branch and laid there, looking up at the sky.
"Hmm, I wonder what every beasts doin' back at the Abbey?" Oliver pondered to himself before moving his head to the side to see down the dirt path.
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Post by Grath on Aug 19, 2010 14:08:27 GMT -5
Hurrth pushed a small trundle down the Mossflower path. It was filled near to overflowing with round sections of wood, crooked branches and even a bundle of long yew and willow laths. Although the cart had to be unwieldy at best on the rutted path, the short mole handled it easily, proving that his width wasn’t all fat. He passed under Oliver’s tree without looking up, but stopped a little farther on the path.
He lifted a sturdy axe and wandered to the side of the road, where he inspected a fallen trunk of ash.
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Post by Shadow Flame on Aug 20, 2010 11:30:31 GMT -5
The sound of the cart rolling down the path had the squirrels ears twitching. Oliver sat up slowly, and looked over the side of the high branch. "Hmm, looks like a beast is comin'. Oliver was sitting up against the tree while on the branch with his back fully erect. He turned his head to the other side as the cart wheeled by.
Oliver's curiosity got the best of him. He hung down from the branch and fell to the next one below him; his muscled and heavy body caused it to creak slightly. Again he hung from the next branch to another one below him, landing gingerly in attempt not to break it from his bulk. Oliver reached the final branch and jumped off a couple of feet onto the ground. The large squirrel rolled as he hit the ground to minimize any fall damage.
Oliver stood up, brushing off the dust. "Ahoy there mate!" He waved excitedly to Hurrth.
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Post by Grath on Aug 23, 2010 23:36:22 GMT -5
Oliver stood up, brushing off the dust. "Ahoy there mate!" He waved excitedly to Hurrth.
Hurrth spun around, a comical look of surprised on his face, ax raised. He lowered it slowly, letting the head of the axe rest on the dusty path. He blinked at the bigger squirrel, his dark-furred face splitting into a wide, warm grin. He returned the wave, then kicked the log solidly with a footpaw and headed back to the cart, where he carefully loaded it back in the cart. Looking back at the squirrel, he rooted around in the cart before pulling out a long stick.
Taking a few steps forward, the mole presented it to the squirrel, showing off the straightness of the shaft. He mimed carving and then signed rapidly with his digging claws, indicating that the shaft was of a good, strong yew, with a straight grain, no knots. It was perfect for a bow stave or two, was Oliver interested.
In his excitement, Hurrth forgot one thing: Oliver didn’t know his sign language.
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Post by Shadow Flame on Aug 23, 2010 23:53:57 GMT -5
Oliver chuckled as he watched his smaller, shorter friend bring out the long stick. Carefully he watched the creatures digging claws movements as Huurth signed to Oliver. He understood what was going on with the whole carving motions, but the rest of it drew a blank to him. "Mmm.. 'Uurth is it? Well I don't understand what yer tryin' to say, I was able to make out yer carvin' movements. But are you givin' this to me? If so, then I would be 'appy to 'ave it! My old stave broke in two. Thanks buddy!"
Oliver smiled again with the moles excitement; he instantly figured that Huurth couldn't speak. He waited for his reply before taking the staff as his own, something he always did to be polite.
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Post by Eastpaw on Sept 2, 2010 13:43:02 GMT -5
"Mmm.. 'Uurth is it? Well I don't understand what yer tryin' to say, I was able to make out yer carvin' movements. But are you givin' this to me? If so, then I would be 'appy to 'ave it! My old stave broke in two. Thanks buddy!"
Hurrth had waited for the squirrel to figure out his movements, it often took a while for those unaccustomed to his mode of conversation, but this squirrel seemed to catch on quick. His face screwed up in frustration, however, as he realized the big squirrel had totally misunderstood him. He held his digging claws together, one palm over the other, in front of his chest, before sending the flat claws shooting off to the sides, simultaneously shaking his head in a gesture of negatement.
~No.~ He said again. ~Not a stave.~ He thought rapidly, then held up two claws, then made shooting motions, then repeated the sign for two. He then ran his paw down the imaginary curve of a bow, mentally rolling his eyes over using such rudimentary gestures.
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Post by Shadow Flame on Sept 2, 2010 21:37:55 GMT -5
Oliver watched the frustration in Huurths eyes as the smaller creature make gestures. Oliver continued to watch until the mole was making the curving motions and the paw movements. "B..ow.." The curve became more familiar as his friend kept going at the motions. "Ah! A bow! You made this to be a bow to shoot arrows with! Well I'm not much of an arrow shooter matey, strictly 'and to 'and, an' wrestlin'." The large squirrel shot a warm smile to the builder, feeling proud that he figured out his gestures and movements.
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