Redwall! ((Private... ish.))

[Lecky]

AN // Thank you Coconut. I didn’t have any ideas. //

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"I wonder if she saw me." Srel whispered to himself. Was she a resident here? He didn't know if they allowed foxes into Redwall.

Apparently they did.

He saw a light. He walked a little further. It was a stained-glass window, far up in the sandstone wall. However, it had a tree growing next to it. He decided to see what they were doing inside. He jumped and grabbed the lowest branch. He slowly pulled himself up. He stood up and steadied himself with the trunk. He grabbed the branch above him and swung up to another, farther around the trunk. He climbed up the tree branch by branch until he reached the stained glass. He stepped over onto a rather thin branch and leaned against the windowsill. His vision was slightly twisted as he peered through the red-tinted glass. He surveyed the room below from his perch outside. They were eating. A rather fat Hare was wobbling around, placing delicious-looking dishes on the thick oak table. His mouth watered. He hadn’t eaten yet today.

Then he saw her. The vixen. His mouth went dry. Even through the red lens she was stunning. Her plate was full, and she wasn’t eating much. Just staring into the dish in a preoccupied way. He stared down at her and began to wonder what she was thinking about when she looked up, right at him.

He was so startled that he slid right off the branch. He began to fall very fast towards the ground. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the flail from his belt and swung in as hard as he could at the trunk of the tree. It made a tremendous “Thwac” sound and lodged itself into the wood. He held onto the hilt with both hands as he swung through the air. Suddenly, a branch appeared before him. He let go, narrowly missing it. He was flung clear of the thick branches and out into nothing. He began to fall again. Right before he hit the ground he had a thought, “There’s no way no one heard that.”

[Skiv]

The aforementioned "Thwac" was audible even through the thick sandstone walls. At the sound everyone's head jerked up and Sylvia let out a "What in the blinkin' name o' goodlo was that?"

Sylvia, Britta, Zuni, and the rest of the otters rushed toward the door, with the little mousemaid complaining loudly at Sage about wanting to go and see. The company ran out the door, under the window, where they decided the noise had come from. Sylvia was the first to spot the fox.

"Well looky here Britta! Another fox-chap!" She bounded happily over to the form before calling back. "He's still breathing! He should be okay, maybe just a bit bruised. By my paw he's thin! We might should offer him food, if he can hold it."

[Lecky]

// I'm unconscious //

[The Evil Overlordess]

((Yay for joo.))

Britta edged away from the black fox's body. "I've never seen this fox-chap in my life!" Her eyes went up the side of the wall. There was a young tree growing up to the stained-glass window, and-- something-- dangling from the bark.

Vaugely aware of other people rushing in the background, Britta stretched on her footpaws and grabbed at the thing's handle, wrenching it free from the wood. She yelped and ducked as it swung towards her and threw it to the ground.

It was a vicious-looking flail. This was not a weapon that someone carried to frighten others off. This... was for other purposes.

She grimly picked it up and strode over to Sylvia and the otters.

"Look." She thrust the weapon out. "I knew somebeast was out there."

[Skiv]

Seeing the flail Sylvia's eyes grew wide with fear for a moment, then quickly grew cold and hard. Without another word she pounced on the fox and began beating him about the head with a wooden spoon.

[The Evil Overlordess]

Britta threw the flail off to one side and dragged the hare off the unconcious fox.

"Hey! You don't attack unarmed creatures-- listen, Sylvia-- or anybeast who can't fight back. See?" She shook the little hare by the shoulders with one paw and tried to pluck the spoon out of her hand with the other.

[Skiv]

Sylvia waved the spoon about furiously, sputtering wordlessly at Britta before she could bring herself to speak.

"Do you see that!? Do you know what that thing is for?" She started jabbing the spoon at the flail. "Anybeast who uses one has no right to be armed when they're attacked! Do you think the ones he uses that on were armed?!" By now her voice had gotten quite shrill, and Britta hadn't been able to get the spoon away from her.

[The Evil Overlordess]

"That still doesn't mean that you should attack them." Britta let the hare go, giving her a slight backwards shove. "I thought one was supposed to be peaceful in an abbey."

Jeb Spinney, the Gatekeeper hog, waved Chicory over.

"Now, young 'un, go see if the Abbess or the badgermum's still up, an' then go find Fennel at the infirmary."

The young mouse slung her blanket over her shoulder, shuddering, and trotted off with backwards glances.

[Skiv]

"Humph, I'm no Abbey dweller." Was all that Sylvia said before turning on her heel and going to stand with Zuni.

[The Evil Overlordess]

Britta sighed in a long hiss of air. She went to stand next to Felrun the 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.', the tip of her tail twitching as she looked down at the black fox.

"Is she always like that?"

[Skiv]

"Not sure, mate," Felrun shrugged. "Haven' known 'er long. She's always been pretty happy whenever she's around us. One to ask'd be Zuni, she knows 'er better'n I do. She might'a had a run-in with slavers, who knows."

Another 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' came to stand with them and added, "Somebeasts just have a problem with whips and the like." With that they lapsed into a thoughtful silence, watching the fox.

Zuni decided to break the silence and called, "Oye, Felrun, tie 'im up would you, be gentle though, he mighta broke somethin'."

[The Evil Overlordess]

A harrassed-looking grey squirrel in a habit stumbled out of the Great Hall, being propelled from behind by Chicory.

"Now, slow down, Chicory, and try to tell me again. What happened to this fox?" The squirrel stopped in front of Britta and gave her a swift, critical look. "I don't think they look very--"

"No, it isn't me--"

"The ovva one." Chicory rolled her eyes and pointed a small paw at the black fox, who was surrounded by the 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.' troop. The healer squirrel ran over to them, whapping at them.

"No, no, you silly oafs. Don't move him like that-- here!" The squirrel tried to get them marshalled. "What in heaven's name was this beast doing?"

[Skiv]

"He was trying to break into the Abbey and pro'lly loot it," Sylvia said, walking over to the squirrel. "Name's Sylvia Bittirull m'lady," she added, offering a paw. "He obviously didn't plan on doing anything peaceful, as you can see." She said, waving at his weapon.

Glancing over the healer swooned, but was caught by an 'O T T E R IS CENSORED.', and steadied. "Thank you sir," She said, over her shoulder. "Now please pick him up -- Gently! -- and carry him up to the infirmary. Follow me."

[The Evil Overlordess]

((We're kinda godmoddin' yer, Lax, but you aren't on, and we reeeeally want to play...))

"My name is Britta Mokadi, and I have nothing to do with this beast," she said quietly, walking beside the hare. "Sylvia-- put that thing--"

She stopped short, staring down at the fox.

"He only has half of that ear..." she whispered, horrified.

[Skiv]

Sylvia glanced down at the ear and sniffed, "Serves him righ-- Ohhh..." Then she noticed his earrings. "Nice shinies, not fond of diamonds or uncolored glass m'self, can't tell which from here." She bent down and plucked one of the studs from the foxes ear and examined it closer.

"Hey now, these blinkin' things are real! He must do pretty well, whatever he does. Looting, thieving, highway-beast, slaver... Doesn't have enough heavy-shines to be a corsair... You might want to tie him to the bed when you get him settled. Securly."