Post by Prankster101 on Nov 7, 2011 22:21:22 GMT -5
The darkness of night still lingered as morning slowly snuck upon Green Isle. The stars were shining their last light through the dark while the blue light of day peaked through the trees. A heavy fog lingered close to the ground amid the green vegetation of the Isle.
Through the early morning hours, three cloaked beings traveled swiftly through the heavy fog of the center of the Isle. The tallest of the two shadows carried the second and the smaller third hurried behind trying to keep up with the quick pace.
As the smaller shadow stumbled a bit, but jumped back up and hurried along, he thought to himself. Oh why? Oh why did this have to happen? Why did Momma have to get hurt? Why did they have to run? Why, oh why, oh why?
Danju Tobias Wildlough ran through the events of the past few days in his head and he hurried along. Everything had been perfect! After Renny left Green Isle to head back home, Danju had the best days of his life! Everything was peaceful. Nobody was fighting, Danju and his parents re-arraigned the nursery into Danju's new bedroom that was his and his alone, Danju met so many new friends, tried so many new foods, explored so many new places, and he even grew a few inches!
But 2 days ago, when Danju went with his parents to the opening of a new attachment to the Summerdell wharves, everything feel apart. Danju's mother had stepped up on a small platform and was giving a small speech, praising the work of the builders and the brave sailors when all of a sudden and arrow flew out of no where and hit his mother in the side.
Danju couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his mother collapse, a red stain of blood leaking through her white blouse. As Danju's father rushed forward to his mother's side, the crowd rippled with shock, screams, and yells. Who had done that? Was the Queen okay? What was going on? Who shot that arrow?
In the flurry of activity, Danju didn't recall much. Everything was just so hectic. His mother had been rushed back to the Castle and hurried into a room that Danju wasn't allowed in. As Danju sat outside the room, otters were hurrying everywhere and all of them were talking at once. Danju only heard bits of conversation. The quiver of the shooter was found, but no shooter? Was it assassins? The shooter was in a tree nearby? The security was being tightened? Mona's wound was bad? No otter can be trusted?
It wasn't until the afternoon turned to night that Danju had been able to stand at the door to his parents room and look in. His mother was lying upon the bed, and his father was pacing about. They were arguing quietly so Danju couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could hear their tone. His father was furious and his mother was week and horribly upset.
Tears streaking down his face, Danju hurried to his room. Unknown that he was heard at the door, Danju didn't know how to handle all these emotions as he cried into his paws upon his bed. His mother had just been shot! His parents were arguing! Everyone was panicking! Danju just didn't know what to feel! He was sad, shocked, and hurt all at the same time!
But Danju didn't have much time to figure out all his emotions before his father came into his room and informed Danju quietly that they had to leave and quickly. Danju couldn't take anything with him, just the clothes he was wearing, his knives and a dark cloak. Totally confused, Danju did as his father ordered.
It wasn't long before Danju and his family snuck out of the Castle. Danju didn't know why or where they were going. All he knew was he was to follow his mother who leaned heavily upon his father. Following his parents deeper and deeper into the Isle, Danju recalled only stopping once to rest and eat at high noon. The rest was walking and walking and walking. Completely lost, Danju followed his parents, confused and upset.
Mona Wildlough was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Biting her lip to hold back the pain, Mona held on to Kenyon tightly. She couldn't believe this was happening. The pain of the arrow that cut into her side burned lanced through her whole body. Mona had not been ready for an all day hike through Green Isle, especially when her wound wasn't anywhere near healed. Collapsing from exhaustion and lack of breath, Kenyon wordlessly had picked Mona up and continued on.
The entire journey had been wordless. None of the family spoke. Mona couldn't find the words to say anything. The fact that there was an assassin out there that was after her and could be after her family chilled Mona to the bone, but the part that ripped at her heart was the fact that it could be one of the very otters that she was called to lead! This had never happened to her before! Mona felt betrayed. She didn't know who to trust and she hated the fact that to save her family and herself she had to hide from the otters she was supposed to serve as High Rhulain!
The only place that Mona knew to go that no beast knew about was her Great Aunt Faye's cabin. Mona's Auntie Faye was her father's aunt and her only other living relative. Auntie Faye was a hermit that lived alone, hidden in a small, homemade cabin in the middle of the Isle. Mona had been told, ever since she was a child, that if ever she was in mortal danger, Auntie Faye's would be a safe place. Before her mother died, the directions to her Great Aunt's cabin were ingrained into Mona. She was the only living otter that knew the way.
As the family approached the small cabin, hidden within a small grove of tall trees, the little light that started to break the night instantly turned to green, absorbed by the thick foliage. Sandwiched between three trees, all on the cardinal compass points, the handmade dwelling was barely bigger than the royal suite back at the Castle. The walls were made of long trunks of trees, packed tight with clay, mud, and twigs. The roof was framed with long panels and layered with long leaves for water proofing, giving an earthly, homely feel.
A small stream of smoke poured out of it's small chimney on the roof and sitting outside the front door on a small moss covered rock was a small, hunched back, gray furred otter. The female ottermum looked older than most of the trees around the house, but still had a fiery look in her baby blue eyes. Her silver fur stood out in the dark of the grove as she stood up. Leaning heavily upon a short wooden cane, the hunchback otter saw the approaching company and motioned them inside with a wave of a shaky paw.
"Knew there was trouble a brewin'. My old bones never lie." Opening the solid wooden door, Auntie Faye ushered the family inside and closed the door behind them.
Danju slowly took of his hood as he looked around the small cabin. It was obviously built for no more than two. Everything in the house fit in to one room. The walls were rough like the outside, not having been finished on the inside, but the floor was planked with wood and a thick hand woven rug. On the far wall was a fire and next to that a cupboard with a table with cooking utensils. Next to the wooden table were two simple stools, again with a handmade appearance. On the other side of the fire was a small rocking chair and a small trundle bed with a large trunk for a headboard.
Danju stood off to the side near the one pane less window with wooden shutters. His father had walked over to the bed and was gently laying his mother down upon the small bed.
Mona groaned gently as she was lowered down upon the bed. It was a straw mattress and cloth pillow with handwoven blankets. A comfy place, but to an otter who's in pain, Mona didn't notice. Gripping her side, Mona winced. After she had gotten shot and passed out, Mona had been rushed to the Castle and had her side stitched up. Thankfully the arrow hadn't hit any vital organs, but it created a deep gash rather close to her ribs. When Mona forced her body to fight the pain and walk, she knew she was ruining her stitches and bandages and now, she felt the blood seeping through her shirt again.
"Oh the troubled times we are in these days." Auntie Faye said aloud as she bustled about stripping cloth and heating water over the ashes of the low fire. "I knew this was a commin'. My old rudder never lies, no it don't..."
((Ooc:Grr..I'm not sure if I'm content with this post...*sigh* Anyways.(after editing) There, much better.... If you want to describe more of the inside of the cabin or take control of Auntie Faye, that's fine, she's NPC. Hope this works!))
Posted while still a member of this site.
Through the early morning hours, three cloaked beings traveled swiftly through the heavy fog of the center of the Isle. The tallest of the two shadows carried the second and the smaller third hurried behind trying to keep up with the quick pace.
As the smaller shadow stumbled a bit, but jumped back up and hurried along, he thought to himself. Oh why? Oh why did this have to happen? Why did Momma have to get hurt? Why did they have to run? Why, oh why, oh why?
Danju Tobias Wildlough ran through the events of the past few days in his head and he hurried along. Everything had been perfect! After Renny left Green Isle to head back home, Danju had the best days of his life! Everything was peaceful. Nobody was fighting, Danju and his parents re-arraigned the nursery into Danju's new bedroom that was his and his alone, Danju met so many new friends, tried so many new foods, explored so many new places, and he even grew a few inches!
But 2 days ago, when Danju went with his parents to the opening of a new attachment to the Summerdell wharves, everything feel apart. Danju's mother had stepped up on a small platform and was giving a small speech, praising the work of the builders and the brave sailors when all of a sudden and arrow flew out of no where and hit his mother in the side.
Danju couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his mother collapse, a red stain of blood leaking through her white blouse. As Danju's father rushed forward to his mother's side, the crowd rippled with shock, screams, and yells. Who had done that? Was the Queen okay? What was going on? Who shot that arrow?
In the flurry of activity, Danju didn't recall much. Everything was just so hectic. His mother had been rushed back to the Castle and hurried into a room that Danju wasn't allowed in. As Danju sat outside the room, otters were hurrying everywhere and all of them were talking at once. Danju only heard bits of conversation. The quiver of the shooter was found, but no shooter? Was it assassins? The shooter was in a tree nearby? The security was being tightened? Mona's wound was bad? No otter can be trusted?
It wasn't until the afternoon turned to night that Danju had been able to stand at the door to his parents room and look in. His mother was lying upon the bed, and his father was pacing about. They were arguing quietly so Danju couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could hear their tone. His father was furious and his mother was week and horribly upset.
Tears streaking down his face, Danju hurried to his room. Unknown that he was heard at the door, Danju didn't know how to handle all these emotions as he cried into his paws upon his bed. His mother had just been shot! His parents were arguing! Everyone was panicking! Danju just didn't know what to feel! He was sad, shocked, and hurt all at the same time!
But Danju didn't have much time to figure out all his emotions before his father came into his room and informed Danju quietly that they had to leave and quickly. Danju couldn't take anything with him, just the clothes he was wearing, his knives and a dark cloak. Totally confused, Danju did as his father ordered.
It wasn't long before Danju and his family snuck out of the Castle. Danju didn't know why or where they were going. All he knew was he was to follow his mother who leaned heavily upon his father. Following his parents deeper and deeper into the Isle, Danju recalled only stopping once to rest and eat at high noon. The rest was walking and walking and walking. Completely lost, Danju followed his parents, confused and upset.
Mona Wildlough was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Biting her lip to hold back the pain, Mona held on to Kenyon tightly. She couldn't believe this was happening. The pain of the arrow that cut into her side burned lanced through her whole body. Mona had not been ready for an all day hike through Green Isle, especially when her wound wasn't anywhere near healed. Collapsing from exhaustion and lack of breath, Kenyon wordlessly had picked Mona up and continued on.
The entire journey had been wordless. None of the family spoke. Mona couldn't find the words to say anything. The fact that there was an assassin out there that was after her and could be after her family chilled Mona to the bone, but the part that ripped at her heart was the fact that it could be one of the very otters that she was called to lead! This had never happened to her before! Mona felt betrayed. She didn't know who to trust and she hated the fact that to save her family and herself she had to hide from the otters she was supposed to serve as High Rhulain!
The only place that Mona knew to go that no beast knew about was her Great Aunt Faye's cabin. Mona's Auntie Faye was her father's aunt and her only other living relative. Auntie Faye was a hermit that lived alone, hidden in a small, homemade cabin in the middle of the Isle. Mona had been told, ever since she was a child, that if ever she was in mortal danger, Auntie Faye's would be a safe place. Before her mother died, the directions to her Great Aunt's cabin were ingrained into Mona. She was the only living otter that knew the way.
As the family approached the small cabin, hidden within a small grove of tall trees, the little light that started to break the night instantly turned to green, absorbed by the thick foliage. Sandwiched between three trees, all on the cardinal compass points, the handmade dwelling was barely bigger than the royal suite back at the Castle. The walls were made of long trunks of trees, packed tight with clay, mud, and twigs. The roof was framed with long panels and layered with long leaves for water proofing, giving an earthly, homely feel.
A small stream of smoke poured out of it's small chimney on the roof and sitting outside the front door on a small moss covered rock was a small, hunched back, gray furred otter. The female ottermum looked older than most of the trees around the house, but still had a fiery look in her baby blue eyes. Her silver fur stood out in the dark of the grove as she stood up. Leaning heavily upon a short wooden cane, the hunchback otter saw the approaching company and motioned them inside with a wave of a shaky paw.
"Knew there was trouble a brewin'. My old bones never lie." Opening the solid wooden door, Auntie Faye ushered the family inside and closed the door behind them.
Danju slowly took of his hood as he looked around the small cabin. It was obviously built for no more than two. Everything in the house fit in to one room. The walls were rough like the outside, not having been finished on the inside, but the floor was planked with wood and a thick hand woven rug. On the far wall was a fire and next to that a cupboard with a table with cooking utensils. Next to the wooden table were two simple stools, again with a handmade appearance. On the other side of the fire was a small rocking chair and a small trundle bed with a large trunk for a headboard.
Danju stood off to the side near the one pane less window with wooden shutters. His father had walked over to the bed and was gently laying his mother down upon the small bed.
Mona groaned gently as she was lowered down upon the bed. It was a straw mattress and cloth pillow with handwoven blankets. A comfy place, but to an otter who's in pain, Mona didn't notice. Gripping her side, Mona winced. After she had gotten shot and passed out, Mona had been rushed to the Castle and had her side stitched up. Thankfully the arrow hadn't hit any vital organs, but it created a deep gash rather close to her ribs. When Mona forced her body to fight the pain and walk, she knew she was ruining her stitches and bandages and now, she felt the blood seeping through her shirt again.
"Oh the troubled times we are in these days." Auntie Faye said aloud as she bustled about stripping cloth and heating water over the ashes of the low fire. "I knew this was a commin'. My old rudder never lies, no it don't..."
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