Dozing off.... ((Rocky, OPEN))

[Mista P]

Peace, that's all he wanted.

Peace and quiet.

However, in a busy war mountain with extremely loud and social hares, solitude was a rare find. And of course, if and when you did find it, it never lasted.

Corporeal Dallas Dwayne Delory Devereux was having this problem. After having a long day of training, workouts, and sentry duty, Dally just wanted to be alone!

As he thought about it, Dally was sure that he had duty again tonight, but he needed a break!

Dally sat upon a long tug-of-war rope within the Training Hall in the dark corner. His dust brown walnut fur almost blended into the rope, and his navy uniform with the shadow of the corner so that most hares that were in the Training Hall didn't even notice Dallas relaxing there and left him alone.

Not many hares were in the Training Hall anyways. The workouts were hard today due to the break in rainfall, so the last thing that a good amount of hares wanted was more training.

Closing his eyes, Dallas folded his paws across his chest and let his ears droop a bit. He didn't want to let his guard down, but he was very, very tired.....


((Ooc: Humm...Hope this is okay Rocky, not one of my better starts...))

[Rocky]

((OOC: Hahah your posts are just fine buddy ))

Ah.. nighttime. With the night came the quiet time that Gildor Inglorian looked forward to each and every day, as long as he didnt have the nightshift. The brawny hare's body was pushed to the limits that day, his muscles sore and aching, and all he looked for was a place to rest his weary eye and tired body.

His left paw rubbed at his face, smacking his cheek lightly to awaken himself as he sauntered lazily into the Training Hall. A few hares were wrestling with each other in this couple of free hours they had before they had to report to their bunks while a few others were sitting down watching a sparring bout between two veteran hares, a male and a female, as they poked and prodded each other with wooden weapons. He could only think, as he passed by the bout and saw the looks of awe and entertainment on the young, inexperienced creatures who made up the audience of the friendly spar, "If only I could get them to pay attention like that in class.." The old, grizzled and battered hare rubbed his one good eye and stifled a yawn and continued walking past the bout.

Nodding at an old friend who waved at him, the hare stopped, his big paws resting on his hips, his one eye looking around for some place to sit and watch each hare that spent their hours in the training hall, taking mental notes for tomorrow's training session. He was ready to poke and prod at each hare's weakness, even officers', in every aspect of training and physical fitness, ready to help them improve on their strengths and get them ready for war.

Seeing a favorite of his, a low ranked hare who was quite a sight to see, Gil rubbed his right arm around the shoulder and slowly walked towards Dallas. The corporal he kept looking at was tall, a few inches taller then he and quiet, but great with a weapon. Though he would never, ever admit it, Lt. Inglorian was very fond of this young hare, impressed with his competent abilities at such a young age and delighted that this hare was the type that wouldn't back down from a fight with anyone, quite possibly Gildor himself. That was a trait the weary officer enjoyed seeing in others and something he much hoped the younger, not so confident hares would soon pick up and learn, for that was something that could help anyone in any situation. It was much like fire... it could be helpful but also bad for you but since Gil always saw the Pros in things and never the cons, he believed it to be something worthy of respect.

Sitting down next to Dally, he nodded towards the officers having a friendly bout, "Taking notes?"

Adjusting his eyepatch, he leaned forward, his left arm resting on his left knee, his right one now dropping to his side lazily. A big sigh escaped his half open lips as he turned his gaze from the officers and their audience towards Corporeal Dallas.

((OOC: Bleh. First post in a year and a half. next posts will be better ))

[Mista P]

The sounds of hares tussling about and sparing with each other began to lull Dallas gently into a light doze. Somehow, it was calming to him. Not as calming as his mother's old gentle lullabies, but it would do.

Dally's sore muscles began to slowly ease as his pink nose twitched slightly. For once he might get the chance to relax a bit.

However, when somebeast suddenly sat down next to him, Dally jerked awake. No relaxing time for him it seemed.

Sitting down next to Dally, he nodded towards the officers having a friendly bout, "Taking notes?"

Looking over at the black furred Lieutenant with one drowsy eye, Dally leaned back up against the wall. Lt. Gildor Inglorian was a strong, battle scarred hare who taught many a sparing class, a couple of which Dally attended when he wasn't on duty. He was a very proud and talented warrior, and Dallas enjoyed his classes for the most part. Some times he wished they could be a bit more advanced, but that didn't really matter right now.

Cpl. Dallas turned his gaze over the hares that Lt. Gildor referenced. Two older officers were sparing with wooden blades. With a quick glance, Dally could tell that the slightly older male hare was more comfortable with a lighter blade, a saber most likely and favored his left side a bit. He most likely suffered and injury on that side in the past. The slightly younger female hare was a bit more accustomed with the heavier blade, and was trying to take advantage of the others weak side. However, in doing so, she wasn't guarding her own weak points as well as she could be.

"Not really, sirra." Dally replied as he settled back into a more conferable position. "Not much o' a bally reason. He's already won, wot." Dallas waved a paw toward the male veteran who displayed some very fancy foot work and disarmed his opponent after Dallas spoke.