Orel - 25 02 2009 - A talk with Salem

Halyard Village: Dirt Path

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A relative-sized dirt path, this somewhat makeshift road runs from the main

square of the village, through the forest - which borders the trail on both

sides - and opens out onto the sandy shore. Shallow wheel-ruts run parallel

along the path, and they are more often than not filled with murky water.

There is even, at one point, an abandoned and rotting wagon pushed off to the

side of the road, and it has obviously thrown a wheel at some point in the

past. One might want to watch for bothersome rocks if they come wagoning this

way.

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Orel is for want of a better word, "scuttling" along the dirt path back towards the village, a bundle clutched to his chest and his eyes wide and wary, looking at everything as he hurries along.

What do you want to whisper?

The girl that moves along the dirt path towards the shoreline - going in the opposite direction of Orel completely at this point - is limping a good amount from an encounter she had with a badger last night. Salem looks to not be in the best of moods while trying to pull her hair up into a ponytail that uses her scarf as a way to keep it in place. She has her muzzle ducked down somewhat while fixing her bangs into a more neat arrangement around her face. It is only after a moment that the rodent is noted by the doe, who pauses with a curious expression crossing her features.

Orel stops dead in his tracks, wide eyed and stares at Salem, he shuffles back out of her way, clutching his pitiful bundle of rags. "Please tell me you are not going to try and kill me too? Please?" he is trembling and his eyes are wide. "I've not done anything... please.. I just want to go to my home..."

Logan has arrived.

".. why would I try to kill you?" Salem states with a bewildered sort of expression and tone before shifting to keep more of her weight off of that one foot with an upset look still in place. "That's a little ridiculous." She glances over the rat and then makes note of his bundle of rags, whiskers flickering.

The rags appear to be clothes, ragged clothes, the sort that get thrown out for being well so ragged and thread bare. The rat seems to sag in relief and hugs the bundle, "I just want to live alone.. I thought i was welcome in Halyard.. .but there is a badger in town... just wants to kill me... won't listen tae anyone. Says we all ave to die."

The doe's muzzle twitches with disapproval as she looks over the rat before glancing back into the village again, ears sinking. ".. seems like we're all having problems with badgers, huh?" Salem does not look pleased at all, brows furrowing. "I'm beginning to dislike them. They're so much better than everyone else after all." She knew this place was too good to be true in the end. Now the rabbit goes to move in closer to Orel. "No. Look." Her limp is evident even in this short distance, going to pull her legging further up along her leg so that she ends up exposing the bottom portion of her thigh. Dark bruising can be see in this region. "/This/ is all up and down my side.. from a badger."

Orel stares at the bruise and his eyes widen and he paws at his side for the cutlass he left in his shack. "A badger hit you! A BADGER! They aren't meant to hit woodlanders! I thought they where menat to be there best friends! United in killing all of my kind for fun." He whimpers, "I just want to live in my shack and go to Miss Keita's inn."

Logan is walking toward the inn, humminging softly to himself and nimbly twirling his polearm in one paw, seeing the other beasts he pauses and leans on the shaft of the weapon with a smile and a nod. "Good day tae ye!" He frowns a little in concern at the bruise on the doe's leg. "Wot 'appened, Miss?"

"He was trying to attack a girl.. so I went to stop him and he threw me off like a doll." Salem goes to pull her

legging down again so that it is settled comfortably over her calf once more, sighing somewhat. "Anyway, you'll find that this world is not all black and white.. I've learned that the hard way." When Logan comes along her attention turns on him, then the gypsy frowns a bit. "A big, raging monster badger happened."

Logan room-pages, "this an orderly RP or free for all posing?".

Orel moves behind Salem, paws shaking as he peers around her, head ducked down and the very image of a cringing rat. "He attacked her! A badger attacked her! And wanted to kill me!

( A rumble builds up in the big hare's chest as he hears this and his black eyes get even darker; he stands and flurishes the weapon until it hums through the air. "Who was it?" He questioned in a no nonsense tone. )

"I don't think I got the name.." Salem states, glancing behind her at the rat that decides to use her small form as a shield. Soon her attention returns to the hare, ears settled back into her ruffled locks. ".. but he was.. big. Big and.. mean."

Orel shivers, "Was it tha brute Tailsin? Tha moment he saw me he tried tae kill me! In tha tavern... despite the rules. he would ave killed me if another had not stood in tha way... I had to run.. I... I... I'm too scared to go back to the tavern if he is in town."

It's a little path party. The group gets Trevor's attention as he moves this way, specifically Salem, who gets a slight gesture of greeting from the buck, his hand raising. "What's going on?" the buck directs at the others there.

Paige has left.

"Th' lassy goot attacked bah ah Bah'jah." Logan says, waves his free paw toward the doe but addressing the buck

Trevor's mouth thins a little. "I know this already," he says with a nod, eyes on Salem's face.

The lassy seems a little bit uncertain about this situation while speaking to Logan. "Well technically the female badger got attacked.." Then Trevor catches her attention and she narrows her eyes further while rubbing her hand over her bruised thigh. ".. anyway he was there.." Salem states of the doctor, not saying anything to the hare, though.

Orel is lurking behind Salem, in a half crouch, peering around her side at the hares. "Oh... the close minded Doctor... hello again... It is wrong.. wrong.. badger's should not be attacking other badgers... or woodlanders.." he clutches his head. "It is wrong."

Trevor's gaze flicks over to Orel and his brows lift. The rat looks .. more disheveled than usual. "Are you alright?" he asks with an air of careful concern.

Due to the rat being so much larger than Salem, it is perhaps comical to see him crouching behind her in such a manner as to shield himself from the other hares. The rabbit looks annoyed in general but says nothing else for now, rubbing at her wrenched shoulder as well.

Orel sways on his feet and stares at Trevor, ducking his head down and shaking it. "No... no a badger chased me out of the tavern fer bein a rat.. If'n Braxton 'adn't stopped im i'd be dead! Murdered in cold blood jist fer bein a rat... ah slept on the shore n.. n jist want to go back tae me shack."

Trevor shakes his head a little. "So we have a badger problem, yes. But are you hurt, physically, in any way?" the doctor asks.

Orel shakes his head, "Not.. injured... but miss Salem is hurt! A badger threw her into a wall.." he squeaks and ducks his head, lurking behind Salem. "I.. I am gonna make a run fer me shack..."

The gypsy looks uncertain while glancing back around to the rodent that hides behind her slight form. "I can accompany you to your shack.. make sure that you make it there safely.. I won't let anyone hurt you for no reason." Salem at least seems to care enough about Orel to not want to see him decapitated. Well, that's nice anyway.

Orel smiles at the Gypsy and knuckles his fore-head. "It be most kind o ya... Me paramour, tae escort this 'ere poor rat back tae is place o refuge. It dinnae be mooch but ye be welcome tae share it. Ah be knowin soom old folk-lore on 'ow tae deal wid bruises.

Trevor nods again, looking between the two. He smiles at Salem, somewhat questioningly. "I've already seen to Salem's injuries when they occurred," he says, one hand tucked in the pocket of his coat casually. "I expect her bruises are less than they would otherwise be. How're you feeling today, sore?" he asks her.

The doe nods her head with a smile to Orel. "I'll escort you there, but.. I've already got my lodgings. I'm sorry." Salem goes to pet one of the rodent's ears while he is still ducked enough for her to actually reach it, then she lowers her hand with more of a grin. Then her attention turns to Trevor. ".. anyway, I'm still sore.. still limping.. but.. I'll live.."

Orel sighs, one day... one day she'll accept his invite. He leans into the patting and smiles, shivering and accepts the offer for an escort home. It really doesn't take long to get the rat back to his shack and after politly turning down his invitation to come inside she returns to join Trevor on the path. Orel scampers inside and shuts the door, hiding himself from the world and any crazy badger's who might be roaming.