<font color=rianblue>An old looking weasel, with silver fur and a stubby black nose turns to face the strange hare. The weasel's eyes are hard to see around bushy white eyebrows and strange black crystal spectacles. He wears a drab garment of all gray and carries a thick and knobby cane of ash wood. His paws are withered and his tail seems to have been cut in half somehow. Turning to the hare the weasel speaks in a cracked voice. (inside for the rest) -- The Fort Mossflower Message Board

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Date Posted: 14:05:08 07/28/02 Sun
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Subject: An old looking weasel, with silver fur and a stubby black nose turns to face the strange hare. The weasel's eyes are hard to see around bushy white eyebrows and strange black crystal spectacles. He wears a drab garment of all gray and carries a thick and knobby cane of ash wood. His paws are withered and his tail seems to have been cut in half somehow. Turning to the hare the weasel speaks in a cracked voice. (inside for the rest)
In reply to: Ivhon Kucej 's message, "The doors open and a tall figure enters.." on 20:59:12 07/27/02 Sat

"Well, sonny, you look like someone carved you from a mountain." The voice becomes softer and somehow... female.... in a way. "Perhaps from a northern mountain? That's my guess anyway. You sure look like you've servived a good many winters up there. Bitter cold, it is. Much better in Summer or Spring when the flowers is out. Aint that right?"
The strange... creature stares up at the hare, standing only to his waist. Then, as it starts to speak of mountains, the thing pulls off what's left of it's tail. Then pulls out his ears. Slowly, bit by bit, the frail old weasel transforms before your eyes into a female mountain hare in her prime. Her fur is light brown, with a bit of white winter fur left on her ear tips and around her eyes and she now reaches the male hare's chin. (not counting her long ears) She posseses eyes of such a strange blue-green color that it's no wonder she had to hide them, to some extent, in her disguise. Framed with long, dark lashes they are large and seem to radiate a love for life.
Though she shed her diguise she is clad herself in gray. A simple silk gray shirt over a long, theigh length tunic of teal with a black belt and silver buckle. Dark gray pants reach down to just below her knees, showing large footpaws with various ankle bracelets and other assorted bangles. In her ears, two sets of earings dangle: one set simple silver hoops, the other set white gold with small sapphire drops. In her right paw she holds a elegant staff of cherrywood with a larger sapphire embeded in the tip. How she ever transformed the old weasel's cane into such a beautiful weapon she leaves unknown.
"Well, h'I neva though' I'd see tha day whean I'd see anotha' hare such as mahself in theas' parts." At this she winks broadly at the other hare. "Nice tae meet ya bucko an' it's good tae see we have another brawny fella such as yaself here now. Please excuse mah mess, I was workin' on a new disguise."
Still chattering, she bends down to pick up her weasel disguise, handing him her staff to hold, not waiting for him to accept it.
"Ya sure bea a big fellar fer these parts. H'anyway I could sti' beat ye ina fight sos it dun matta." She narrows her eyes in jest at him. "H'I may be a wee little lassie, but mah Patter says I got the spunk of the familay, yessir!" And with a quick tug at her ear, she bobs to him (her way of making a bow with her arms full), and walks away. After dumping all her things beside a table nearby she motions for the new hare to have a seat.
"Canae buy ya a drink, sah? I'm new hear too, ya know. Might as well make a friend when I can."
On her way back to the table (she had almost forgoten about her staff, but had retrieved it) she glares at Redflash and puts on a heavy vermin accent.
"Whoever you are, ya better watch your tongue. Git in my way and your mother will cry when she 'ears what I've done with ya, ya low down, smelly, gutless, slimeball, slug infested, fish bait. Meet me at the battle arena anyday, and you'll taste my staff and feal what McCloud's daughter can really do to a beast!"

(la la! Enter Rosemary! *had to do /some/thing*)

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**As the elderly "weasel" transforms into a female hare...** --inside-- -- Ivhon, 16:07:06 07/29/02 Mon
- *Another hare bounds up. She grins at Rosemary.* Hello Rosemary, last time I saw you was at the Cuckle Crew! How are you? *nods and grins at the third hare.* >>> -- Sandspeed Swiftpaw, 23:48:14 07/29/02 Mon