Inside the small mouse burrow, laid a
small mouse. That would be reasonable enough, except she looked
neither safe nor secure (the typical feeling a rodent would have in
their burrow). No, she instead looked nervous; shaking and sitting
awkwardly on her tail-end.
Her eyes strained with disbelief, mouth
agape, ears fallen low. She had just discovered something most
unpleasant, the face of a serpent gazing back at her. At least,
that's what she had thought it was at first glance. The face wasn't
q

A
cold wind and a light haze drifted low through the forest's floor.
All was dark. All was still. A night as any other. It was a time for
the creatures of day, to rest, and a time for the creatures of night,
to flourish. It was rare for one world, to step into the other, only
under the greatest of extremes.
"She's
over there!" came a bellowing voice, best described as an angry
low squeak. "Come on!" came another. A doe mouse could be
seen then, bare and unclothed, hobbling f

It was a sunny day, as the little
mouse anthro made her way down a line of roots at the edge of a
field, eyes bright, whiskers twitching as she looked across the open
field. It would be unusual to see a doe out alone far from any mouse
colony, particularly a doe whose robes couldn't quite conceal the
curves of a rodent who was far better fed than most. Despite her
vulnerability, she looked as though she didn't have a care in the
world. Sure, she kept to the roots and took care whenever she
appr

A shy little mouse wearing white robes crept along a rocky path. A
plump little rodent who’d be considered a delectable catch by most
of the meat eaters in the forest, her meekness was understandable,
especially as she was creeping into the territory of a huge notorious
python. Whiskers twitched as she scented the air, and scanned back
and forth. . . . no. . . no python nearby. She’d learned her lesson
two days before, she’d look to the sunning rock to see if the
python waited for her ther

The mouse’s steps were heavy, and her expression unusually somber
as she made her way home. It was tempting to dwell on her meeting
with her love that morning. But she was alone in the woods, and
survival must come first. Long honed habits, and occasional reminder
to herself that her love would want her back whole once he’d fed,
ensured she’d keep her head up, keep glancing back and forth, keep
paying attention to the outside world. She vaguely wished a fox would
come after her, or some s

Walking tall, well, as tall a she could, staff in paw, the mouse made
her way up to the familiar gnarled tree looming against the horizon.
It had been over a week since she’d made the journey, and while she
had told him about the gazelle, she expected he’d be wondering why
she’d been away so long--well, she had mentioned the gazelle to
him. She’d purposefully come early, and so she waited a while,
nibbling a berry. The territory around the owl’s tree was rich with
nuts and berries, all

The grey rat would shake his head,
sighing long. This conversation was clearly taking its toll. His ears
were drooped, his head was lowered, eyes getting to be a little
heavy. One by one, the white mouse before him, named and described
members of his family. Not ones she had seen personally. No, most
listed would probably have thought to hunt the mouse should they have
crossed her. Instead the account was taken from another source: A
cat, which had claimed them.
The mouse bowed her head, paw rub

It was late in the morning, the sun’s
light shining quietly over a small pond. A pond, a source of water so
near the forest, would usually be gathering of life. Small creatures
all about, wishing to drink, eat or rest. And yet, there would look
to be only but a few instincts buzzing abou,with no birds near to
claim. The nest which rested just beside the waters, could be thought
to blame. Anyone who ventured close enough would know the area was
territory for a large serpent. Those among large f

The day would still be bright, but the
sun would be low in the sky when the mouse made her way through the
lush grass that lead to the eagle owl’s nest. She’d pause to
appreciate the sight, head leaning back. This time she wasn’t as
nervous. She had an invitation after all, unlike four days ago. Even
so, she naturally felt herself straightening with respect at the
sight of the gnarled crooked tree.
Along with her staff, she held a bag
over her shoulder, only partially full, with fur and so

It
was early in the morning, and the burrow walls were cold, so early
that only the a barely distinguishable light coming through the
cracks of the burrow entrance would reveal it was morning at all. The
cold would ameliorated by the presence of a furry rabbit, together
with a thick layer of fur, a mix of mouse and rabbit, lining the
floors. The burrow as clean and highly civilzed, with containers of
water, a large wash bowl, and bags of food stored neatly in a corner.
By now it would be decorat

It was a peaceful afternoon. Wandering
birds chirped contently. The clouds were undarkened. And the sun
shown brightly over the forest floor. Reflecting that brightness,
with shimmering yellow scales would be a large python. . . basking in
the warmth. The creature would be female, and bare soft reddened
eyes. Along her mid-section, could be seen a great bulge. . .
indicating she had recently fed. Tongue flicking passively at the
air, the python would just begin to rest her eyes. . . contemplati

It was late in the morning, a
relatively peaceful one. The sun, wouldn’t shine quite as bright as
it would on most days for the forest, instead just a little clouded.
Laid near a pond, could be seen a large python with soft tan scales.
It would be a strange sight to find a snake out, ‘basking’ on a
rock with no great warmth to take in. He’d look to have fed
recently, and. . . an especially large meal at that: His form was
practically bulging to the point of discomfort. The serpent would

[18-10-2011 15:50:11]Jaabir the Python
slithers into the forest, looking about. He'd near some trees and
curl up on himself, giving a small, "Hisssss. . .."
[18-10-2011 15:56:26] Licthia Mouse: A
rather dashing looking mousette carrying a staff taller than her
wanders through the forest. Seeing the python coiled up, she'd grin
and peer about, looking to see if anyone else was around. She didn't
want to spoil it if he was on the verge of making a catch, after all.
[18-10-2011 16:05:15]J

Staff in her paw, the mouse yawned as
she worked her way up the hill towards the secret entrance of her
burrow. She hadn’t slept well, and was tired, but that didn’t
mean she wasn’t cautious; after all it was critical to be sure one
wasn’t being followed anytime one returned to one’s burrow. She’d
peer about, before making her way to the entrance. She was looking
forward to seeing Jack again. After a night in Morathi’s lair, she
craved some fuzzy bunny goodness. And she felt a litt

“Thisss way. .
. passst here. . .” the serpent would hiss softly, peering along
the trees. It was a common route for him. A path he took. . . when
hunting. He’d slither along and smile to his two companions, a
mouse and rabbit, both hopping and walking on opposite sides. He’d
taste the air as they moved, his tongue flickering. This was
certainly not a place a rabbit or mouse should be. Jaabir could sense
all manner of creatures that had been by recently, some of which he’d
consider ta

Jack,
the lapin variant, would be a short distance away from his friends,
digging a hole. The presence of the others would be out of his mind
now, however, as dirt piled around him. He’d make some decent
progress by the time Lichthia arrived. The rabbit would pause his
digging and sniff, nibbling at an uncovered root. Having
spied the rabbit, the mouse would silently approach him. She’d
kneel to the side of him, watching him dig, leaning against her
staff. She took a certain vicarious pleasu

Sunlight
would creep into the serpent’s nest. As the light met his eyes,
Jaabir would wake up gently. He’d look down to find the two
rodent’s nestled against him. If he didn’t wake up once already
he might have been very confused. Instead his mind was already pretty
well caught up with him. He’d yawn some and smile, evidently the
rabbit didn’t get frightened enough to want to climb out. . . and
the mouse wanted to join him: the first was a little more surprising
than the second.
Th

It
was early morning, the sun just now in consideration of peeking out,
having stayed hidden in the night. Jack, a brown lop-ear, could
relate. The rabbit had just stirred awake and passed his eyes over to
the entrance of den, peering out at the sky. He’d give a tiny yawn
and turn his head, though reluctantly. The bunny had spent a few
nights now in the snake’s nest, usually he would have heard
Lichthia by now. Yesterday she woke up long after him and and Jaabir,
leading Jack to be fret for

The
sun had long since set, there was a clear sky and the stars were
bright, when a small shape stirred from the sheltered spot beneath
the sunning stone that overlooked the python's nest. Cloaked within
her robes, the mouse lifted her muzzle skyward, surveying the night
sky, whiskers trembling in a light breeze.
Satisfied
the coast was clear, the mouse made her way down the stone surface to
the grace below, and walked towards. She'd rediscovered something
she'd forgotten--long naps during the d

As the sun hung over the sky. A quiet
and peaceful setting could be witnessed. A tan python curled up on a
rock. . . his scales shimmering. . . seeming to match the dance of
light coming off the pond adjacent to him. He’d lay calmly. . .
and still. Though, his eyes wouldn’t be closed. He seemed to be
peering out. . . as if he were waiting for something.
Meanwhile, a mouse doe was smiling
cheek to cheek. . . leading the way towards the python’s nest with
a rabbit following in behind.

There was plenty of sun still shining
over the forest, and nice cool breeze. It was a good time for
foraging, to most denizens of the forest. However. . . hunkering down
quite early would be a small brown rabbit. Given some recent scares.
. . he was quite hesitate to stay out longer than he absolutely had
to. So after he ate for just a while, on the fresh clover along the
forest clearings. . . he made his way into his home. A small burrow,
remote from most wild-life. However, it wasn’t exactl

It would be late in the afternoon. The
sun still hanging high above the forest. . . in consideration of
falling soon enough. Things would be mostly quiet, aside from the
nearby squawking and chirps of the birds perched in the trees. Still,
the noise of avians is fairly usual for the woods. Something a little
less usual, however, would be the sight of two small creatures of
different species, side by side. . . carefully making their way
through: A mouse and a rabbit.
Walking on two legs, a gr

Just on the outskirts of the woods, a
small brown rabbit hopped about cautiously near a hallowed out log.
The lop-ear would seem especially skittish: He'd look about in all
directions and sniff the air before carefully lowering his head to
munch at some clover. "Mmm. . ." he'd say softly to
himself, unaware of anything near. He'd give one more quick look, but
otherwise seem satisfied with his safety at the moment.
Making her way through a tangle of
roots, Lichthia peered about cautiou

Morning light streamed
into the nest; Licthia opened her eyes, stretched, and yawned. This
was quite late for her to sleep in. Her muscles ached, she was sore,
and she was hungry, but it still felt good waking up fur clad in the
embrace of the python. She looked over at the snake still asleep.
Trying not to disturb him, she’d pull herself free from the coils.
Yawning, she’d walk down the nest, frowning when she saw the cloths
she’d used the previous night stained with blood. She’d have t