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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 12:32 pm
((Takes place after Applewood/Emery encounter, and before Bushfire/Basil encounter.))
Emery was still for a long time after Applewood departed, simply staring into Bushfire's territory. Dead...that put a new perspective on things, one in which the gripping despair that Bushfire seemed to slip into whenever she was alone made all the more sense. In the wake of such an enlightenment, the mystery bloodlines of 'plain old Emery' didn't seem to matter as much. Bushfire needed someone who wasn't interested in poking their nose into her past. She needed comfort.
Silently, he took flight from his perch at last, giving a soft hoot to alert Bushfire to his presence as he entered her territory.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 5:42 pm
Sadly, Bushfire was not seeking comfort. At least, not at that instant; instead, she was furiously hop-fluttering from branch to branch within he territory. No branch seemed comfortable enough for her to rest upon, not to mention the fact she simply could NOT stay still. She felt restless, unhappy and bitter... a recipe for trouble, no doubt, for her thoughts had been swirling around Basil all day.
The Forager felt the need to go see him, after she'd spoken to Bracken. She felt the need to dump the cold water of just what she'd knowingly set into motion, and yet rather than go to him, she remain secluded in her territory, unable to sleep, fluttering from branch to branch in restless movements. Now that the topic had been brought up and despite the fact she'd owned up to her dark deeds... she could not close her eyes without seeing the face of her dead chick creeping up upon her subconscious. It was normal, after all, what with her run-in with Dodger and the way he'd been digging into her murky past.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:36 pm
As his hoot went unanswered, a nervous shiver crawled down Emery's spine. Slowing his pace, he hooted again, a little louder this time. Perhaps she simply hadn't heard him. In his anxiety he failed to realize perhaps stopping until he was acknowledged might be a good idea, and so he finally came within sight of Bushfire hopping from branch to branch. At the sight of her tense irritation, he swallowed hard and hooted yet one more time. If she decided to chase him out, he at least wanted to know he'd given her plenty of warning.
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