Not A Good Day For Hares

A LOG WITH MY NEW ALT..LEAR!!!==

Lear is already at the gull, he has drank five ales so far as its clear by the 5 empty ale glasses off to the side, he drums his claws onto the table as he seems to wait on someone to arrive and it seems they are late.

Zillah pushes open the door to the gull and takes a quick look around as she moves head fur from her eyes, she then sees Lear and walks over to him and sits down, “Thought you be here, have a job for you"

Lear looks at her with his large fangs showing, “Izzzzzz nice of you to offer me workzzzz, wat izzz it you requirezzz of me?" He tastes the air with his forked tongue as he carefully listens for a reply.

Zillah smirks. "Yes my lizard friend, you are to find an otter, he usually walks along the road and has this pinned on him" she shows a picture of a couple arrows making an x, "There is more but forgot the rest, he has been trying to find my camp, he needs to die"

Lear grins, if that possible, at the idea of an otter snack and nods "I shall stop im' if I am seezzzzinzz him"

Zillah smiles, "That will be great, one less woodlander to deal with, may move the camp, not a bad idea achally, ever good to stay in one place"

Lear nods in agreement, "Yezzzzz, move de camp so not easily found and if captives refuse, I get lunch so notzzz bad deal at all"

Zillah says, "Oh...we mustin' eat the captives, they are worth money and depending on whom we can get, maybe worth lots"

Lear frowns at her answer but forces himself to agree to it, "No matterzzz, warmer wheater means more foozzzz is out"

Zillah stands “Yes I am all for the melting snow as well, let us venture out perhaps we will have some luck today" She heads to the door not waiting to see if the lizard follows or not.

Zillah heads outside to the dirt road.

Lear follows the rat out onto the dirt road; he uses his forked tongue to taste the air and looks back and forth as he sniffs the air.

--outside of Black Gull on the road---

Bastien walks along the road, not going any certain direction he is just walking along and trying to enjoy the day.

Zillah grins as she catches sight of the hare, she remembers him from the other day and makes no waste time walking up to him with a couple other rats, "Hey hare..Out alone, this time I will win"

Lear walks close to the hare and gets behind him, not yet making any sort of noise he just stays still and waits.

Bastien gasps as e backs off from the rats and draws his saber and bumps right into Lear and spins around to see the monitor face to face and goes very pale, he gulps and drops the saber and goes to bolt.

Lear sneers and goes to grab him by the ears and slams him onto the road with an evil chuckle.

Zillah simple, watches all this, “Not the hare I wish to cause pain too, but close enough..Take his valuables.” She orders.

Bastien yelps as he is grabbed by the ears and pain courses through him when he meets the road or rather his side does, he whimpers and goes to crawl away. All he as is a coin pouch with 2 gold and 3 silver, his father’s metal, and eye path.

Lear puts up a clawed paw and brigs it back down towards the hare, he also aims to get to that pouch.

Zillah smiles, and no not a nice smile it’s an evil one, she brings out her whip and saps it at the hare.

Bastien just barely gets away from a really bad claw mark and the claws cut into his belt and pouch, his stuff falls out of it and onto the dirt road, the whip how ever gets him across his upper arm.

Lear grabs the pouch, taking the metal, gold and silver, he growls and rips the eye patch into bits and pieces and looks at the hare, he kicks him in the side and brings a free claw up and back down again.

Zillah takes the gold and silver and metal and chuckles “I will melt it down and then sell the gold it leaves” She pockets the items and goes to head into the woods, “ Make sure he cannot follow us”

Bastien feels the claws on the lizard dig into his upper arm and down to his shoulder, he yelps in pain as blood stains the road, he kicks out with his footpad

Lear nods and looks at the already hurt hare, he kicks him hard in the middle and goes to slam his tail onto him.

Bastien manages to just barely roll away and coughs as dirt enters his lungs, the tail brushes against his ears and he is rolled into a tree where he passes out and goes limp, still alive though.

Lear snarls and walks away to go after Zillah leaving the wounded hare alone.

--Little while later, still road tiny bit south of Black Gull-

Lear has decided to patrol the road, luckily he has already eaten but he is still alert and ready for anything, still on the lookout for hares or otters, he could care less.

Willowheart has just been to the market to fid some spices not at the market in Ferravale, she blinks as she sees a fellow hare hurt and quickly goes over not being sure what to do ":U..hallo..sur?"

Bastien groans and opens his eyes, he sees and Willowheart and sadly the lizard too, he coughs and whimpers.."Hide..you"

Willowheart is confused "Behind me? Look I can get you to Ferravale Oakenpaw can help you"

Lear roars and goes to grab the haremaid, "Youzzzz know hare...and no helpzzzz thizzzz one"

Bastien tries to get up and fails badly falling flat on his face, pain all up and down his arm.

Willowheart screams as she is grabbed from behind and struggles, she gets a good look what has her and screams louder.

Lear keeps a tight grip on the haremaid and looks at Bastien, "Foolish one.....tellzz otter stay away from shadow dancer business or more shall die"

Bastien tries to get up again, "..N..o..No..." He falls on his face again, his arm in bad shape from the claws.."Let...go"

Lear keeps his grip.."Telllz friendzzz to stay outta business of Zillah...maybe get maid back, hee hee"

Willowheart has had about enough of scary teeth and claws, she shivers and faints.

Bastien frowns, yeah some former patroller he is, he has just failed.

Lear lifts the haremaid over his shoulders and kicks dirt at the hare before making a dash south and into the woods.

--Shadow Dancer camp—

Lear enters the camp ad drops a tied up haremaid and looks at Zillah.

Zillah walks over, “Wait…this proofs useful, useful indeed, you did well Lear, you did well”

Lear bows to the rat and excuses himself as he heads off to sleep as he needs a warm campfire or den of some sort.