Relaxation ((OPEN))

[Shadow Flame]

Oliver had his head slumped as he laid back onto a tree, the soft grass was relaxing to him. His eyes were closed, the squirrel being tranced into his flashbacks.

A tall figure with a muscular, but quick build walked across the hot plains. His face mysteriously hidden behind a mask and a cloak that protected him from overheating in the sun. Many creatures looked upon him in awe, they didn't know what to expect. No threatening presence came from the figure since the tail that waved was that of a squirrel.

He traveled for many long months; coming back from halfway across Mossflower is no easy task for a lone squirrel, let alone any beast. His ears slightly twitched, he sensed a certain danger. "Aye, mate! You seem lost and confused. Let us have your valuables and we might not kill ya!" The Ferret spoke with a raspy voice, it was quite annoying. His accomplice was a fox with a small dagger adjacent to his paw. They both gave cruel, gruesome smirks. They obviously had already mugged some poor soul. They seemed very proud of their evil accomplishments.

"So." The squirrel spoke with a harsh tone. "I smell blood on ya, what did you scrounge for today?" His sarcasm led the two vermin to get angry. "Stop foolin' around, I guess we gon' kill you for yer stuff." They both held their daggers outwards. The squirrel ran at them, footpaws moving quick like lightning. The two were surprised at his great speed. He pushed the ferret's wrist upward when he thrusted his dagger. A quick footsweep technique was used soon after, knocking the stunned ferret backwards and onto the ground. The fox wildy sliced his way at the squirrel. Landing a couple of slashes on the cloak into the the mask giving the warrior a small cut on the face. The warrior got in close, grabbed an arm, popped his hips, and flung the fox slowly over his head. He hit the ground with a loud "THUD!" The squirrel walked away from the two muggers and left them there dazed and hurt. It was a long ways away, but he was almost there. Redwall was the final destination, it was his second time coming to such a wonderful place.

Many more days passed and he reached the path.. to.. Redwall... The flashback ended. Oliver opened his quickly and fell onto his back from the sitting position. "Ow! Ugh.. I must've dose d off again. Man what a journey." His cloak and mask were being fixed up by some friends that lived nearby. A cup of Strawberry Cordial was sitting next to him. His favorite of all drinks. He slowly sipped at it with content. It made him happy.

[tabasco]

(Long time no see! :>)

The once bountiful fruit trees of Redwall Abbey now yielded barren branches, and though the air had a distinct nip to it, snow had not fallen for two moon passings. The bitter white snow that had collected on the grass previously, now only littered corners and against the red Abbey walls. Therefore, it stands to reason that grass, although wilted, could still appear in patches along the ground.

Tabasco wove her feathered bulk through the collection of orchard trees, favoring her talons in stead of flight. This could be attributed to both wings being preoccupied; a small wooden tray balanced between the curled feathery tips, atop it a large bowl of sweet potato soup, with a sizeable cheese scone on the side served for dipping. A hearty lunch for a hearty bird.

The hawk was searching for one of these rare areas of grass, while keeping a disdainful eye on the soup which was rapidly cooling. Mayhaps it would have been a better idea to eat /inside/ with the others? She usually fed in her nest in the upper compartments of the belltower, but seeing as today her meal wasn't quite so.. portable, somewhere quiet like the orchards would be suitable to a bird like herself.

Up ahead, her quick hawk eyes spotted a flat of green, underneath a tree. She trekked over through the layer of crunchy snow, puffing up her breast feathers against the cold. The tree was a peach; gnarled and bent, with the trunk wide enough to conceal a beast. Tabasco looked down her beak at the laden tray, as she lowered it to the ground cautiously.

She was nearly startled enough to knock the entire thing over when she saw Oliver. She shrieked, and, after unfolding her wings, flapped them awkwardly. "KEEYAR! Whatchasquirrelbeastscaringthisbird?" She chattered furiously at the squirrel who lounged under the tree, which she had picked unknowingly that he had chosen it first.

[Shadow Flame]

Oliver looked up and smiled at the bird. "Sorry for startling you, Miss." He sat upright and sipped at his cordial, it tasted wonderful, going down his throat. The day was nice. "I have a feeling a met you before. What is your name?"