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warrior ▪ male ▪ tagging Andri ▪ the gathering ▪ form ▪ wc; 485
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Small black paws sunk gently into the tender moss covering the hillocks dotted around the forest floor as Diaval slunk around in the underbrush, not far from the outskirts of the skulk's camp. "Mousey, mouse, mouse," he hummed below his breath, barely audible, even in the quiet thrum of the forest. He had been sneaking after the tiny mammal for a while now, not intending to truly catch it, but to merely amuse his restless mind. The leaves at the foot of the tree shook abruptly and the mouse sped away again, gliding across the wet dirt. Diaval skipped after it, hopping like a deranged rabbit. He was about to burst into a fit of giggles and finally leave the poor thing alone when his laughter was stifled by the sound of barking and heavy footsteps cutting into the serenity of the forest. He froze, ears turning around wildly until they pinpointed the direction of the racket. The hunting party was far enough to not pose an immediate threat to the young fox, but they seemed to be closer to the camp than before. Deciding to play it safe for once, he ducked low into the cover of the vegetation, pressing close to the twisting root of a towering tree. His ears flinched when a loud bang echoed through the woods, seeming to stir the rest of the wildlife.
Diaval had once wandered just a bit too close, too curious for his own good. He had seen the humans carrying those strange dark objects which produced the ear-splitting sounds. They were like snakes, frozen in the cold winter, spitting out anger and tiny pebbles like some creatures of legend. Only the humans could find a way to make something so small and harmless as a pebble lethal.
Once the sound of hounds thrashing through the underbrush, the heavy thumping footsteps and gruff shouts grew distant, he rose from his hiding place and shook out his glistening fur. "What a horrible nuisance." He was about to see if he could find something to really hunt, when he was once again interrupted by a distant sound, however this time it was a slightly more pleasant one: that of their graceful leader, calling for a gathering. Curious about the reason for the gathering-call, but with an inkling of its purpose, he jogged toward the cluster of dens and familiar brush. Some of the skulk had already gathered, expectant at the bottom of the old stump, overlooked by Bernita. He weaved his way through some of the crowd, deciding to plop down next to Andri - whom he wasn't too chummy with, but he wasn't choosy over his audience. As Azoth arrived at the clearing, he playfully leaned closer to the nearby red fox - who likely wanted nothing to do with the devious youngster - and whispered slightly louder than was truly necessary: "I wonder if Azoth's been partaking in some fermented berries."
Diaval had once wandered just a bit too close, too curious for his own good. He had seen the humans carrying those strange dark objects which produced the ear-splitting sounds. They were like snakes, frozen in the cold winter, spitting out anger and tiny pebbles like some creatures of legend. Only the humans could find a way to make something so small and harmless as a pebble lethal.
Once the sound of hounds thrashing through the underbrush, the heavy thumping footsteps and gruff shouts grew distant, he rose from his hiding place and shook out his glistening fur. "What a horrible nuisance." He was about to see if he could find something to really hunt, when he was once again interrupted by a distant sound, however this time it was a slightly more pleasant one: that of their graceful leader, calling for a gathering. Curious about the reason for the gathering-call, but with an inkling of its purpose, he jogged toward the cluster of dens and familiar brush. Some of the skulk had already gathered, expectant at the bottom of the old stump, overlooked by Bernita. He weaved his way through some of the crowd, deciding to plop down next to Andri - whom he wasn't too chummy with, but he wasn't choosy over his audience. As Azoth arrived at the clearing, he playfully leaned closer to the nearby red fox - who likely wanted nothing to do with the devious youngster - and whispered slightly louder than was truly necessary: "I wonder if Azoth's been partaking in some fermented berries."
