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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 8, 2017 10:19:55 GMT -5
“Well, if you want to be the best you have to be among the best. It’s good logic,” they said, a whisker twitching here and there that belied the heated emotions that boiled right beneath the surface. A frown threatened to tip Hush Hush’s moot expression downward, with the narrowing of their curving eyes an indicator of impatience. How they dreaded taking the twins anywhere. They were rude, and ungrateful, and -
“Only because you aren’t smart enough to make potions and trinkets!” Sideweave said, snickering quietly as his sister, Brightness, chimed in, “Only the boorish work, Sideweave. To trade is the best of the tasks to have for the colony.” Lifting a paw and examining her nails, her chin lifted in an air of superiority. The two walked on ahead as the youngest mouse trailed behind, seething quietly until a large paw settled upon their shoulder.
“There, there, Hush. Don’t be discouraged. But… to be a scout is the job of the Whitefoots. Don’t you think that being a poet would be better for you?” Snowfast said his peace in the kindest of ways… but it still stung. The good wisdom that Hush Hush should be more akin to the other pups and their clanmates was valid. Winterwhisker were bright, ingenious mice that, should they desire, never need to live as dangerously as the rest... but...
Strengthening their clutch around their satchel, Hush Hush flung it over their shoulder. "A poet sings of the greatness of others, Snowfast. To live in someone else's shadow? No one lives long in the shadow of a hawk." As the troop neared the waterwheel a sense of giddiness overcame whatever sourness the mouse had felt towards their brethren. Today? Perhaps today they would find a bow!
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2017 18:59:52 GMT -5 by Hush Hush
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 8, 2017 14:25:52 GMT -5
‘Go patrol the Waterwheel,’ one of Maeve’s higher-ups had told her shortly after she had gone back down into the tunnels yesterday. And she hadn’t questioned it. She’d just grunted an affirmative and then begun the journey to the outer bounds of the farm. She kept a steady march, having stopped only to take some rations with her before she’d gone, knowing it would take time to get there. She’d eaten without stopping the day before, and kept a weather eye on her surroundings. A few snakes had slithered past, but she’d kept so much distance between herself and them that they decided she wasn’t worth it. Besides, her armor made her look rather sharp and uncomfortable to swallow.
She’d made it, finally, to her new posting, rested for a few short hours (long months of guard duty and training had made it easier for her to sleep less than the average mouse) and then begun her patrols. She stood tall over everyone else, like always, when she went anywhere outside the tunnels. Smaller mice scurried here and there, doing whatever it is they were meant to be doing, and Maeve continued to patrol. She reached some distance farther out from the Waterwheel and noticed a troop of mice approaching. They seemed non-threatening, and she assumed they were colony-kin, so she did nothing at their approach, only stopped for a moment, studied them silently, and then turned on her heel and began marching back towards the Waterwheel.
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 8, 2017 16:24:05 GMT -5
Sulking was never a good appearance to wear for long, and upon sight of the waterwheel and the "extended family" (such was the way Hush Hush viewed the non-Winterwhiskers of the colony) the scout picked up their step. Or, they did until they saw what sort of behemoth the Whitefoots had trudging about their territory!
Blinking and slowing, their tail took on a pensive curl as their elders stepped on past, ignoring the uncertainty of their scout. Brightness called out to the gaurd on patrol first, indignity ringing out loudly in her shrill voice. "You! You! You guard there! Are you not going to greet us?" She scoffed, puffing out her pale white chest. Narrowing her blackish eyes Brightness was known to take even the most imagined slights to heart.
Her brother, on the other hand, was a different mouse altogether. "Come fetch our packs, boy!" He chimed, his tone pleasant and cheerful in such a way one hardly noted the rudeness of his command.
Inwardly and outwardly Hush Hush cringed. The soldier wasn't a very pretty mouse, was he… and so humongous to boot... No wonder the Wheatnoses had to spend all year long to cultivate food…
Last Edit: Oct 8, 2017 16:26:12 GMT -5 by Hush Hush
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 8, 2017 16:52:01 GMT -5
Maeve stopped in her tracks at the words that were thrown harshly in her direction. She blinked, grunted, turned back around to face all of them, and marched forward with a look of complete passiveness on her face. Words didn’t bother her. She was a grunt — a soldier, a guard, a protector. Words didn’t mean much in her line of work, except “Yes, sir,” and “No, sir.” Actions, for the most part, were what mattered. So these indignant words, words that meant there were others who felt they were better than Maeve was, didn’t even faze the large mouse. She silently picked up as many of their packs and bags as she could, slung them over her shoulder, and then stood silently, waiting. She didn’t even care that they thought she was a boy. A lot of mice mistook her for the opposite gender, on account of her size, her musculature, and… well, pretty much everything else about her.
It was then that she remembered one of them, a girl, had shrilly remarked that she hadn’t greeted them. “Welcome to the Waterwheel, colonykin,” she said, voice gruff with misuse, and therefore raspy and male-sounding. Then, once again, she fell silent, her dull black eyes staring straight ahead, like a good soldier. It’s not that she was trying to be mean or curt with anyone. It was just that… She was a grunt. What did anyone want from her? The words of a charismatic diplomat? ‘Cos that wasn’t gonna happen. With Maeve, what you saw was what you got.
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 8, 2017 18:51:29 GMT -5
Sideweave sighed happily, exhaling his delight at not having to trudge around with all his - and his sisters' - junk in tow.
"We need one of these around at home, Brightness!" Sideweave remarked as he stretched. Moving to pat the big brute on the shoulder (or ribs, or chest, or wherever his paw could touch) he fished out a small treat from one of his pockets to munch on. Such piggish behavior resulted in a roll of the eyes from Hush and an audible snort from Brightness.
… The female mouse (Brightness) promptly began to criticize their new compatriot as soon as Snowfast sauntered off towards the waterwheel. Much to the chagrin of his wives, it was well known that Snowfast would have paired with the Waterwheel itself should he have been able. Such was the way of rapture, Hush Hush supposed, but they reckoned they had never felt that sort of blind passion towards anyone or anything so long as they currently had lived. Maybe one day soon they could say otherwise, but as it was they were forced to tag along with Sideweave and Brightness, and who could really be passionate about that.
“You have horrible posture. Perhaps you are part rat? You’ve the manners of a possum!” Which, for the record, were not very cordial at all. Whatever masque of civility Brightness had towards the “peasantry” went along with Snowfast’s departure… which only meant the trio of Winterwhiskers would devolve into a rioting mess before long.
“Perhaps it would be wise to be very kind to those who are very much bigger than oneself, don’t you think, Brightness?” Hush Hush remarked, their voice as soft and scrumptious as velvet cake as they folded their arms.
“The rat has not even introduced themselves and they welcome us? ‘Tis rude, cousin, ‘tis rude.” Brightness responded, throwing up a hand and walking onward, gesturing towards the soldier to follow along.
“Neither have you introduced yourself, Brightness...” Hush Hush muttered under their breath.
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 8, 2017 20:54:56 GMT -5
Maeve blinked and looked down at the tiny paw that patted her armored chest. She blinked again, ignored the paw, and raised her head again, staring blankly ahead. One mouse complained about her posture, and she shifted a tiny bit in response. Yes, words were just words, and they’d never made her cry, but they could still be mildly irritating at times. Another mouse mentioned how it was a good idea to be nice to those who were bigger than you. A tiny smile creased Maeve’s lips for a split-second. At least one of these rodents was smart — not that she would ever harm a colonykin. Wouldn’t dream of it. Only, keeping in mind your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses was smart even if they weren’t really your opponent.
Then she was called a rat for the second time by a third mouse. This comment warranted no reaction, as she’d reached her reaction quota for the day. She remained straight-faced, even as she said a quiet and gruff, “Name’s Maevemora.” After this, she simply fell in line behind the troop, holding the rear position. Being in this particular group’s company was proving to be… interesting.
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 8, 2017 21:18:41 GMT -5
The cordial, agrerable nature of the warrior mouse was lost upon the majority. With Snowfast galloping off, Sideweave munching along and Brightness leading the march, Hush Hush slowed their gait. Saddling alongside the large, hulking mouse Hush took a moment to really soak in how differently the two had been made. The buck was almost -
Wait.
"You aren't a buck, are you?" Hush Hush said, blinking back their surprise as they gave the soldier an unceremonious, overt inspection. While masculine and gruff-sounding, and hardly pretty at all, the scent of the mouse was almost feminine in flavor.
Not that Hush could really say much when it came to genders and sexes and confusion therein. Depending upon context and observer, Hush Hush themself was often carded a buck or a doe... but as much as they didn't mind being falsely labeled that didn't make being fooled by someone else any less befuddling.
"Maevemora…" Hush Hush said as they shook their head. Despite initial evidence to the contrary, the blue mouse had in fact picked up on the name of the soldier. "You know, you don't need to carry their things."
Last Edit: Oct 8, 2017 21:21:56 GMT -5 by Hush Hush
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 9, 2017 11:21:44 GMT -5
Maevemora was starting to genuinely like this one, the one back here with her, who deigned to speak with her in a more cordial manner, and had actually picked up on her name. She looked down at them with her dull black eyes, and for once, they actually twinkled a bit. “S’alright,” she said. “Most colonykin think I’m a buck. I don’ mind it.” They continued on for a moment, and then the smaller mouse insisted that Maeve didn’t need to carry anyone’s things. The big mouse shrugged. “‘M a guard. Mostly, I patrol the streets. But I also help however else I can. S’what I do. Most don’t appreciate it, but some do. Like you. So’s, I keep doin’ it.”
A small smile lifted the corners of Maeve’s lips, and she rested the look upon her acquaintance. Then, just as suddenly, her face went flat again, and she stared straight ahead, watching the progress of the troop ahead of her. She wondered where exactly they were headed, but didn’t ask, because it wasn’t her place.
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 9, 2017 13:58:00 GMT -5
Hush, as they lapsed into quietness when Maeve spoke, felt... empathy. Maeve did not mind if others thought her a man and nor did Hush mind if others thought they were a man, either, really... but that was because ever since they were a wee snot the rodent had felt no great pull or push towards one gender or the other. They didn't feel like a buck, or a doe, but that wasn't the same as someone who felt like a girl. Maeve felt like a girl – maybe not a very glamorous or feminine or traditional one with her bulky armaments – but a girl all the same.
To know that Maeve felt like a girl, but was not treated accordingly, bothered something very deep within Hush Hush. Their sense of fairness, integrity, virtue – while rarely present at all – was roused. They harbored their own spiteful resentment towards Brightness and Sideweave for their own reasons, but Maevemora's jaded acceptance of her lot in life only spurred Hush Hush's youthful ferocity some more.
"You should mind very much, Maeve." Hush muttered. If the young mouse flushed a little it was hidden among thick fur and the dark, deep saturation of their coat... after all, the implication of appreciation was just, pah! To care for someone else was not a very Hush-like quality.
"You never wanted to be something besides a guard?" The smaller mouse asked after a time. They were heading towards the interior of the Waterwheel now, and soon the stuff that Maeve hauled would be plopped down at some minor "trade deposit" where Brightness would resume her 'trade queen' duties among the clan of sneaks.
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 9, 2017 23:46:05 GMT -5
Maeve said nothing to the pup as they continued walking, though her adamance (funnily enough, Maeve thought the pup was a doe) at the fact that Maeve should be offended put a crease in her brow. She remained silent, however, because she didn’t feel there was anything to respond to in that statement. She had not been asked a question, and it had not been hinted at that words must be spoken in response. So, the big burly guard was quiet. A moment later, though, she was asked a question. Had she ever wanted to be anything besides a guard?
She thought about this for a moment, and then shook her head. “Nope,” she said. And that was that. Honestly, she didn’t talk much, and she’d kind of reached her talking quota for the day already, so all further responses would most likely me grunts or monosyllables. Unless this doe (it wasn’t a doe but Maeve didn’t know that) said something really interesting.
((OOC: This post sucks but I wanted to get something up before bed.))
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 10, 2017 10:36:41 GMT -5
The quietness of their companion was noted, but not off-putting. To be quiet was a virtue (if Hush Hush's name said anything, surely it said that) but... but was that really all there was to say? Really?
Hush Hush glanced sideways towards the large Willheart, examining her in detail and depth. She seemed fine and good-natured and quiet, content to just be and Hush knew some Winterwhiskers with similar temperament; they were content. But... how could they be?
"You could be so much more, Maevemora." The blue mouse muttered, frowning a little as if in speaking of Maevemora's potential they were speaking of their own talents, too. Lapsing into silence it was only when the little group arrived at Brightness' chosen campsite that conversation bubbled to the surface again. Brightness began snapping her orders about where she wanted things, Sideweave began to complain about his unbearable hunger, and Hush Hush...
Well, they had every intention of sneaking away before the other Winterwhiskers started to boss them around, too.
No worries! I figure for continuity with the Festival & the Quest we can wrap this up a bit prematurely!
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 10, 2017 13:06:10 GMT -5
’You could be so much more, Maevemora,’ said the small blue mouse.
Maeve looked down at her and stared for a moment, surprised at how much this young one seemed to care about her. Then she grunted, shrugged, and put it in the back of her mind. ’Twas odd… to have someone care about her so much. Especially someone who didn’t really know her. She appreciated it, in her own way, it was just that such sentiments were rather lost on a brute like Maeve. She didn’t know what to do with a mouse who showed such genuine emotion so openly. So she… decided to ignore it.
Besides, the group had apparently arrived at their destination, and the annoying doe from earlier was snapping orders and telling Maeve where she wanted all the packs and things to be placed. The burly guard was back on duty and doing her job, without so much as a backward glance at the little pup who was slinking away into the shadows…
And so, their strange interaction came to an end.
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