OOC: This roleplay is closed and, currently, just between Myself and Everett. Thank you!
Also, omg hare talk is so difficult!
Bic: Willow groaned as she bent forwards into the biting breath of the wind. It cut into her fur and bit deeply as it howled and screamed around her. The night was cruel, and the storm was unforgiving.
Blood dripped through the ferrets paws from her side as she staggered forwards, pressing against the cold wall of air that assaulted her senses. She glanced behind her at the drops of blood flaking the ground, and pressed forwards.
Her steps were slow and determined as she went through the events again in her head, peering through the darkness and gloom of the night hoping that she was infact on the right path towards redwall.
_"Willow! Jolly good, Wot! Just the gel I wanted to see. I believe it's time for you to take a break, dontcha know me fine young ferret. Your blinking mother asked that you are to be taken care of and taught the best education that we have to offer here at Salamandastron wot"
The hare paused to tweak his long regimental tunic and fiddle with one of many medals.
"It leaves me with a jolly good problem . Ye see , wot wot, many of the chaps think that ye are one of those evil verministick scum types . Horribly bad form of 'em , wot wot, but we can't be having dissension in the ranks!"
He paused and smiled widely. "My fine young lass, We know differently doncha know, us officer types, but 'hin the 'hinterest of morale 'him going to send you to Redwall abbey for a season. A few of me finest officers will accompany you, wot wot!"_
Willow gritted her teeth in pain as she checked her pouchs for anything that might remain. Oh how she hated the Major now. His 'escort' slaughtered by an ambush, and her, wounded as she fled the scene. A great idea for a vacation!
It had all gone so well. She understood the need to visit redwall and had looked forwards to the vittles and perhaps gaining a few trinkets…but those thoughts were gone now.
Zarya, I wish you was here. You wouldve killed them all.
Blood dripped from her muzzle as she recalled just how easily the patrol was overwhelmed, herself only escaping as she was on the edge of the group and seen as a prisoner to the hares. The vermin had struck quickly and effectively in silence, their fur had been dyed black and strange crimson red markings had covered their bodies.
Willow shuddered, glancing upwards as she realised that she had reached the path. She halted as she heard the sound of snapping branchs, checking that her tanto was still there, her dagger sling empty from her escape.
I have to get help. I can tell them what happened after I'm healed….without my Pouchs...I cant...tend to this.
Blood dripped freely from her muzzle as she slumped forwards to the ground, laying still upon the cold floor, her eyes widening.
what? How am i…It's only...I don't feel tired...
Confusion filled her as she pulled herself upright, ignoring the blood oozing through her makeshift bandages torn from her clothing. She stumbled forwards up the path, and made the distinct outline of the abbey in the distance.
Almost…almost there. Just a little further.
Panting, sweating heavily and aching the ferret girl trudged through the storm and towards the gate, hoping that she had not been followed. Willow slipped, stumbled and fell multiple times before she made it to the gate, her body caked in mud and blood as she panted heavily and feebly banged upon the doorway, too weak to attempt the lock on the wallgate.
Willow collapsed. From the treelines, eyes watched as the ferret slumped against the doorway and then finally lay still in the ground before it. They waited for a few moments, until they were sure she would not be rising, and then they left, certain that doom had fallen upon Willow.
Redwall would soon know just who they were...