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Post by Rausaro on Sept 12, 2013 2:11:19 GMT -5
As the sun sank into the western horizon, the ocean breeze picked up an uncomfortable chill. The solitary figure standing sentinel along the western base of the mountain shifted uncomfortably as another gust of wind hit. Fall was in the air; it wouldn't be long before the first of the storms hit. The minutes passed as the sky grayed and darkened.
The sentinel noted the late hour, and adjusted his cloak into a more comfortable position as he settled down. Above, the lights of the mountain fortress gleamed like stars; his stomach growled at the thought of the spreads being prepared. He peaked into his knapsack and took a handful of dried berries and nuts, thankful for some food.
Satisfied that the section of the mountain was safe, Rook was about to relocate to a more sheltered spot when he caught movement in the corner of his eye.
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Post by Shadow Flame on Sept 17, 2013 21:55:43 GMT -5
The small figure came towards the younger, but taller creature as he was spotted. The aged Mouse lowered his torch with his one and only paw, shaking his head so that the hood of his tunic would fall back into place. It wasn't often that he saw the Hares straying too far from the base from the giant of a mountain.
Cecil was close enough that the firelight of the torch emitted a glow to reveal his full self. He gave a soft smile to Rook, as the heavily scarred features were highlighted by the light of his torch on his thick mustache covered face. "Young Rook, they haven't relieved you of your sentry duty for dinner? I thought I'd be the only one out here." The old Mouse said before he continued. "This is my usual spot for peace, but I wouldn't mind keeping you company. I may be old and ill, but I can still put up a good fight against any of those rogues out there who like to cause trouble!" The lithe creature let out a soft chuckle followed by a hard cough; an after effect from his disease.
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Post by Rausaro on Sept 27, 2013 1:46:04 GMT -5
Rook relaxed as the light revealed the figure to be an older mouse. He smiled at the comment. "No, ah'm afraid not. Still an hour or so left."
The young hare selected a smooth edge of wall, and leaned against it, curious. While Cecil was known throughout the mountain, he had never personally run into the mouse.
"Why did you choose this section, of all the nooks and crannies? It's so exposed out here...." The Patroller gestured to some of the more sheltered crags that lined the mountain, a few with the telltale glow of sentry torches....
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Post by Shadow Flame on Oct 9, 2013 13:41:31 GMT -5
"Ah, well, keep up the good work. You'll be promoted from guard duties in no time if you keep working hard." He said with a friendly smile.
"This is the quietest spot! I love it here, I've been coming here to reflect on myself after my wound healed, many many seasons ago. Ever since, I do it a few nights per week." He listened to Rooks second statement and chuckled. "Oh; I may be old, ill, and missing a limb, but I still have enough fight in me to defend myself from potential attackers."
The experienced mouse heavily coughed before setting his torch on a flat rock then lifting up the shirt part of his tunic. It revealed a dagger and a lining of throwing knives on his belt. "I never come here unarmed, except for the one I'm missing. Heeheehee." He chuckled brightly, making light of his missing limb.
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