Post by BRIDGITTE HORTENSIA HUNT on Feb 2, 2014 1:07:29 GMT
“YOU think this is rather amusing… Well you are wrong MISTER.” Bridgitte looked at her brother and gave him a typical ‘you selfish pounce BE ASHAMED’ Look her gray eyes widen the moment the large Doxy squeaked at her. Was she afraid of the single Doxy that hovered not more than 3 feet away from her? Hardly though she had never seen a doxy in the wild she had seen a fair share of their blue little corpses removed from their cellar back at home, normally when they had managed to break into their mother’ wine barrels.
So no she wasn’t afraid of that single blue doxy or the one that was laying at her feet with a war tattered wing, and broken neck. IT was more or less the large flock of Doxy’s that stared down at her from that high branches of that old gnarred tree that had peculiar knotted roots just at the base of it.
Bridgitte naturally hated coming out to the forest, of the three she was the least outdoorsy. Her experiences in the great wilds of the outdoors were never as pleasant as her siblings, with Bridgitte a swim would turn into a dangerous situation where she would almost drown, a routine hike would somehow evolve into a life and death situation that evolved an assortment of wild pack of pygmy Orthrus.
This time however It wasn’t investigating a possible un-discovered berry patch with Hanna it was Remmy and Remmy had sent word that he was in trouble, what she found was a pack of irate pixies because her brother had taken it upon himself to attempt to steal their eggs. ”Seriously you got us into this over some bloody eggs? BLOODY EGGS THAT YOU COULD HAVE HAD SENT OUT FOR.. Honestly wait till her father heard about this one, she didn’t doubt that when he did Remmy would be plucked from his little bed and flogged in the great hall for nearly getting her killed over some ruddy ol eggs. Sadly till that occurred she was attempting to negotiate with them. I’m honestly attempting to reason with a bloody doxie.. Swear if he wasn’t my bloody brother I’d wash my hands of it.. Her negotiations were was going about as well as one would expect a negotiation would go with when trying to ration with something that had the rationalization skills of a piping hot cup of pumpkin juice.
Currently she had negotiated the loss of her necklace, which got them to at least put her brother down, her shoes would have negotiated his release had she not accidently stepped on the Negotiator for the Doxy’s whom was apparently the leader of this small pack. Now they had her shoes and were irate at the new loss of their leader.
She thought they were both done in for till she noticed that where the Doxies were capable of grieving a loss they did seem to work through the grieving process rather quickly as within moments they were done weeping and had commenced to eating their fallen leader.
Currently she was attempting to negotiate with the new leader which was proving difficult as she hadn’t exactly gotten the language pattern of the clicks and squeaks which were occurring in an angered pace which told her perhaps it didn’t want the shoes that were now coated in the navy blue blood and ooze.
She sighed as the continued to gnaw on her wand, something that had been picked clean from her the moment she stumbled into this little ordeal. “ I’M NOT GIVING IT MY SHIRT, I DON”T CARE HOW MUCH IT LIKES MY PEARL BUTTONS..” She flashed Remmy a shut it look. But reluctantly pulled the small pearl buttons off her shirt and threw them at doxy. Her hand holding her shirt closed tightly at her heart she watched as the lead doxy signaled for her brother to leave.. “ DON”T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HERE.. ALONE.. WITH THEM.. “ She honestly thought forsure that he wouldn’t well that two hours later proved that she didn’t know her brother as well as she thought as she was now clad in her underthings and a slip that did nothing to shield her from the chill as she now sat a prisoner in the branches waiting for her brother to fetch her help like he had said he would.. Sadly neither Remmy nor Bridgitte was planning on that Remmy would have a run in with his least favorite professor who didn’t want to hear any excuses on why he was returning from the forbidden forest, and now Remmy sat in detention while a freezing Bridgette sat waiting for someone to make their way around hill side to stumble upon an unfortunate sight to see.