The Fall of Evening [open]

[Grath]

Grath swam strongly upstream against the current. It wasn't hard in this stretch of the river, where the water flowed almost lazily. She turned on her back and allowed the flow to sweep her downstream as she estimated the time she had left until dark.

It was early afternoon, but the light went more and more quickly as the season waned. Rolling over again, she made for the bank. Climbing out, she moved farther up the bank as she removed a long wrapped bundle from her back.

Placing it and her dagger on the ground, she moved a few steps away, but within easy reach as she shook all over to get the water from her fur, spraying out everywhere. She thought she was alone, until an indignant voice said;

"Hey!"

[Varjak Juskarak Taggerung]

Indignant. Right.

Varjak Juskarak Taggerung had just somewhat of slain the mouse with his bare paws. Fear, not anything else. He flung it away, grimacing as he put another paw forward onto a cold spot of earth, his strange tan fur blending in with the leaf litter. It was rather fortunate there happened to be little snow. Specks of ice dotted fallen brown, dark orange, and grayish leaves.

A gruff snarl built up in the hare's throat, and he spat an unintelligable word out before focusing his sparkling ice-blue eyes on the young otter, grinning, flashing short but sharp teeth as he examined one of his katana, drawing it, his breath misting the blade as he sighed, moving his paw over it in an arc. Another smile and he spoke to the otter.

'What are you doing here?'

[Rocky]

OOC Im sorry for joining, but Im REALLY bored... Pluse, I like RPing with Grath. XD

Springheel had followed Grath around. He wanted to meet this otter, but every chance he got, he missed. He was perched on a tree branch, when he saw Varjak throwing a dead mouse aside. His eyes went soft and a tear coarsed down as the mouse was so idly thrown aside. That mouse was one of Springs friend here, and his sadness soon turned to anger. His eyes went red and his nostrils started flaring. This was something uncommon to Springheel. Hed never felt this angry before. It was something new to him, and somehow... It felt... Good...

The fox dropped from his branch behind the hare, and crossed his arms, and growled and snarled. "You killed my friend. You excuse for a hare. You dont deserve to live. Your tattoos, they mean you're a taggerung, but you probably couldnt fight to save your life, you pathetic excuse. You killed a defenceless beast. An unarmed beast, and somehow you get credit from that?" Springheels rants kept coming up, and he didn't know how to stop it. It felt so good. Hed never felt like this before. The anger... It felt right... He liked this feeling.

Then, another fox stood behind him, saying, "I got your back, Spring." It was none other then Zephyr Bladerunner. He had an arrow aimed at Varjak, and he shot it off, then shot off two more. Each going as fast as the wind, aiming at Varjak's head, arm, and leg.

[Grath]

[I’m a bit confused, but here goes. Correct me if I’m wrong.]

“What are you doing here?”

Grath reacted as soon as she heard the sword clear its sheath, reaching for her bundled bow and expertly yanking a corner of the wrapping, had it uncovered and strung within a few moments. Putting an arrow to the bow, she held it ready to fire. The creature in front of her was a hare, painted wildly in the tattoos of the juska.

“Dryin’ off, hare. What’re you doing here?” she asked in true blunt fashion. A fox appeared, babbling about a creature who was a friend of his being murdered. Another fox appeared, this one with a bow. Grath watched all three warily. The fox seemed crazy, and while she had several friends who were hares, something told her not to trust the one in front of her.

[Varjak Juskarak Taggerung]

(OMG Rocky. Can't you go for one post with out bringing in the foxes?)

You killed my friend. You excuse for a hare. You dont deserve to live. Your tattoos, they mean you're a taggerung, but you probably couldnt fight to save your life, you pathetic excuse. You killed a defenceless beast. An unarmed beast, and somehow you get credit from that.

Varjak twitched his ears. 'I never said I got credit from that. I didn't say anything about it, I'm afraid, but you could say I was, how do you beasts put it...enjoying it.' A grin spread across the hare's face.

I got your back, Spring.

Varjak instinctively ducked, and the first arrow whistled over his head. Snarling, the hare drew his twin katanas. They flicked through the air, slashing the heads of the arrows that were coming at him. The one stick coming at his arm missed, the one at his leg thudded into it before dropping to the earth. Narrowing his eyes, the hare smiled.

'I wasn't called a Taggerung fer nothing, mate.'

[Rocky]

(All my other characters are in enough threads, and besides... I like these two. Would you prefer me to bring in my albino badger?)

Taggerung.

Those words echoed through Zephyr's head. He was supposed to be a taggerung, but his brother came, and Zephyr fled, swearing to himself to never use his powers too much as to give another beast a clue he was a taggerung. That's also half the reason he got his lightning bolts taken off. Still, Zephyr kept up a defiant external display, giving off nothing to these two beasts that he was indeed, a taggerung.

"You weren't named a taggerung for nothing, eh? I've seen regular juska beasts better fighting then you. I've even killed a taggerung." He ssaid almly, remembering the day he killed his brother, the other taggerung, his complete opposite. "If you want to truly be a taggerung, you better fight real warriors, and not defencless beasts like that poor mouse."

Springheel simply nodded as his friend spoke. Even Springheel didn't know Zephyr was a friend, and the two have been the best of friends, always covering each other's backs. "Heed his words, rabbit." Springheel snapped, still angry, and still proud for no reason. Probably proud because he was able to conrol his anger, unlike some he met before.

[Rocky]

OOC:If I ignored you, Im sorry.. I dont think i did... Ill modify when I can