Post by ( * CRYSTAL ) on Nov 20, 2011 9:46:22 GMT 5
AUTER.
fresh air. Fresh air was good. Especially after being in such a stuffy setting that was the kitchens. He was a strange being; he never denied it. Unlike the rest of beastkind, Auter hated being in the kitchens. It was suffocating and claustrophobic, with all the bodies and steaming stoves. The crimson creature took a large gulp of air through his mouth, only to cringe as a sharp pain, induced by the chilly air, struck across his tongue and chug down another mouthful of water that would put the otters to shame, coughing. Darn that blasted pastry! He had put in a good word with the cooks on putting too much cinnamon in their turnovers. Too much was an understatement really. His tongue nearly disintegrated after that first bite. They must of dumped the whole jar in that recipe! Cinnamon in large quantities is painful to the tastebuds. It'll be awhile before this squirrel indulged himself with an apple turnover, that was for certain.
the canteen in his paw was almost empty, but he had no desire to return to the kitchen for a refill. Brother Auter shuffled over to the grassy lawn near the Front Gate, his head tilting lazily toward the sky. Not a cloud in sight to disrupt the vast blanket of baby blue. Only a brilliant sun high in the sky, signifying midday, that didn't allow one to fully see the vast blueness. The squirrel sat his rump down with a plop and shifted his emerald robes out from under him. Another hefty swig finished what was left of his water. Auter set the canteen aside and laid down, shielding his eyes from the sun with his paws. An earthy smell of grass and apples flooded his nostrils. Ugh.. apples.. turnovers.. His eyelids were slowly growing heavy. The sun was warm on his face, and the small breeze seemed to sing a lullaby. A familiar lullaby that brought a nostalgic pang to his stomach. The slight rumble of the ground near his ears, and the unmistakable laughter, caused him to sit up abruptly, a scowl replacing his serene expression. The melody vanished.
one look to his left confirmed his thoughts. Auter's frown furrowed even more. A stocky beige vole, a tiny gray mouse, and a similar colored mole came lumbering across the lawn toward him, or in his general direction, because as they came close, not one pair of feet slowed. Nope. They just continued stampeding on, nearly trampling him over. Dibbuns! Always causing a racket and obstructing everyone's personal space!
"cheeky little mites!" Auter snapped at their retreating backs, "Care to watch for other fellows on the ground next time you take a gallop!"
with an agitated grunt and a string of mutterings about the politeness standard getting lower and lower with each generation, Brother Auter laid back down, his peaceful recess gone. His tongue, he'd noticed, after pain shot through it when he scowled at the Dibbuns, had swollen up. Oh, brilliant. Auter got to his feet, snatched up his canteen, and wobbled toward the front door, his legs having fallen asleep. A frown seemed permanently secured on his face. He didn't hate the little infants. Of course not. They were just a constant source of stress and annoyance. And unlike the kind of Dibbuns he had to deal with before his Redwall era, these youths were rowdy and roamed freely, something that made them that much more unappealing.{ well there it is(: haven't rped in about a year. hope this wasn't too bad(: hop in if you'd like! }
