Post by wolfsbane on Mar 29, 2008 14:26:53 GMT -5
A flying squirrel purposely walked along a stream. Wolfsbane was his name, and he was the last remaining member of the Treeflyer Clan from the North.
He was looking for a permanent home where he could fulfill his namesake: Seek and Kill any vermin he laid his eyes on, especially wolves. It was his way of avenging his tribe. He had bigger plans, but those plans would have to wait. Currently, he was looking for the mythical Otter's Fort, a place until recently he had regarded only as legend.
Last season, he had been wandering through Mossflower when he happened upon a band of vermin attacking an old otter. He had rescued the otter by slaying the three stoats who had been cruelly attacking the otter. Upon rescue, the old otter explained he had been heading to Redwall to spend his remaining days. He gave Wolfsbane a pearl amulet and told him of Otter's fort. He told him that the Otters of Otter's Fort would recognize the amulet and give him entry and hospitality. Wolfsbane had escorted the otter to Redwall. In return the otter had given him the directions to Otter's Fort. Since then, Wolfsbane had traveled slowly toward Otter's Fort... and now he was finally here.
Wolfsbane jumped off the nearest tree and landed in front of the gate. He took one of his long knives and knocked on the gates with tge amber studded hilt five times as instructed by the old otter. Suddenly, an otter's head popped from the battlements.
"Ahoy there treemouse. This be Otter's Fort. What do you seek?", called out the otter.
"Ahoy there riverdog. I am Wolfsbane Treeflyer. I was told of this place by an old riverdog. He gave me this pearl amulet as a vouch of my intentions."
Without another word, the otter gave his comrades the signal to open the gate. The wooden behemoth of a gate creaked open, opened by three brawn otters.
He had finally reached Otter's Fort.
He was looking for a permanent home where he could fulfill his namesake: Seek and Kill any vermin he laid his eyes on, especially wolves. It was his way of avenging his tribe. He had bigger plans, but those plans would have to wait. Currently, he was looking for the mythical Otter's Fort, a place until recently he had regarded only as legend.
Last season, he had been wandering through Mossflower when he happened upon a band of vermin attacking an old otter. He had rescued the otter by slaying the three stoats who had been cruelly attacking the otter. Upon rescue, the old otter explained he had been heading to Redwall to spend his remaining days. He gave Wolfsbane a pearl amulet and told him of Otter's fort. He told him that the Otters of Otter's Fort would recognize the amulet and give him entry and hospitality. Wolfsbane had escorted the otter to Redwall. In return the otter had given him the directions to Otter's Fort. Since then, Wolfsbane had traveled slowly toward Otter's Fort... and now he was finally here.
Wolfsbane jumped off the nearest tree and landed in front of the gate. He took one of his long knives and knocked on the gates with tge amber studded hilt five times as instructed by the old otter. Suddenly, an otter's head popped from the battlements.
"Ahoy there treemouse. This be Otter's Fort. What do you seek?", called out the otter.
"Ahoy there riverdog. I am Wolfsbane Treeflyer. I was told of this place by an old riverdog. He gave me this pearl amulet as a vouch of my intentions."
Without another word, the otter gave his comrades the signal to open the gate. The wooden behemoth of a gate creaked open, opened by three brawn otters.
He had finally reached Otter's Fort.