Salamandastron (Role-play thread, Private)

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    "Just asking. If you don't want me asking, best to keep those words on the low side or in your head." Drizzle said, his tone level. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to relax, but his head aches and his foreleg only felt more sore. This wasn't going to be much of a rest.

    "They were on th' low side. I whispered them to myself. Now step off." Twofang snapped, again making himself look like he didn't want to talk just in case his attitude wasn't enough.

    "I'm not technically stepping on anything, just saying, and I only asked once. It isn't as if I'm prodding you or begging you to let me know what's on your mind." Drizzle said, shifting his head back up and grunting. Nope, resting wasn't going to happen beyond sitting for a little while.

    "I'm. Messing. With. You." Drizzle said, grinning a moment and stretching out his good foreleg. "Alright, I'm done irritating you." He then turned on his side and snorted before curling up halfway into a ball.

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    "I agree," Damir said, smiling, "I hope this place doesn't see another battle for a long, long time." The creatures that called Salmandastron home deserved a break from the senseless violence that seemed to plague them over the past month or so. He hoped they didn't see anymore pirates or hordes for a long time. Letting out a quiet sigh, Damir glanced around at those still recovering in the infirmary. This place had seen too much death and loss. Every battled chipped away at the Long Patrol's numbers, taking away someone's family and friends.


    Ears twitching at the sound of her voice, Rowan glanced over at Frosten. The badger let out a sigh before responding. "I'm just thinking," he said honestly. There was a lot of thoughts swirling around in his mind. Had he made the right choice in letting Drizzle take the locket? Would this only cause them more problems down the road? Rowan pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. There was no point in dwelling; the decision had been made. He gave Frosten concerned look before asking, "How are you doing?" It couldn't be easy on her, seeing her mate leave again.

    Jacy nodded in silent agreement, casting a quick glance Damir's way. He was glad his friend hadn't gotten into this last battle, and unlike the vermin that had come before, this latest horde had decided to act all entitled to what wasn't theirs. It made his fur stand on end just thinking about it.


    "Well, what are you thinking about, beyond the fighting today?" Frosten asked, settling herself into a comfortable position. "I'm doing fine.Nothing's changed on my part, really." She said, shuffling her paws and pushing away a funny little twinge.

    (OOC: Two days is fine with me too :) )


    Rowan nodded slowly at her answer, hoping that she was doing alright. Sighing, the badger glanced around the infirmary as he answered her question. "I'm wondering if I made the right choice, or if all this will come back to bite us again. This place doesn't need to see anymore battles; we're still recovering form the ones before this one." Rubbing his temple, he added, "And on a less serious note, I need to fix that gate." He certainly didn't want any vermin or pirates taking advantage of that.

    "There's time to recover now. Those pirates, or whatever else they've ever called themselves, are all dead or gone. And the other vermin hordes have left since their leaders are dead. There's time now, and hopeful plenty of it." Frosten said, flattening her ears and gazing round the infirmary.

    (OOC: I'm ready whenever you guys are :) )


    Rowan nodded in agreement. "I hope there's plenty of time too," he said, glancing around the infirmary again. "I hope we don't see another battle for a long time." The Long Patrol and the other creatures here deserved to have a nice, long break from battle. All of the recent battles had left Rowan tired, both mentally and physically, and he knew he wasn't the only one that felt that way. After the healer had finished treating his wounds, Rowan nodded to her and said a quiet, but grateful thank you. His shoulder was still very sore, but he knew that the poppy seeds she had given him would soon kick in and help ease it.

    OOC: I'm ready to partay, are you ready to partay? :P (Want me to start up the timeskip?)


    IC: "So do I." Frosten said, swiping a forepaw across her face. What would be the real chances of that, though? Did Redwall have issues like this so often? Or did they have it pretty peaceful over in Mossflower? She couldn't imagine they got much peace, not with Pikelake so near and crawling with vermin hordes half the time.