A/N: So, I decided to do a Redwall Fanfic. I'm still working on the whole idea, but I have most of the characters planned out. I'm saying this now though- My Fanfic "Sacrifice" Takes priority over all my other ones for the time being, so updates will be slower on this one.
Anyways, this isn't the fic, it's just a preview and a way for me to test typing the highland dialogue. Please send a review, I want to know how I did. Any help will be appreciated. These are actual characters for it, Alaerr being the main one. Barrul is a good guy. I'm still following the idea that vermin are vermin, but I'm going to make it more common that a few aren't bad or evil (I mean, it has happened in the book series.) So anyway, here ya go. This scene may be revised when I actually write the FF.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
DISCLAIMER: I love Redwall, but alas I don't own it.
…Alaerr walked near the base of the mountain humming an old otter song, something about the summer Hullaballoo. The young otter was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't hear the sound of running paws, or the yelp of somebeast tripping. He was completely surprised when somebeast cannoned into him, and both creatures were bowled tails over heads. Alaerr and the other beast simultaneously leapt up, the young otter dusting his fur off. The latter spoke, sounding honestly apologetic about the incident.
"Ah'm sae sorry auld lad, Ah dinnae mean tae hit intae ye like that. Yer no' hurt, are ye?"
Alaerr rubbed a bump that had begun to form on his head. "No, I think I'm okay…," he glanced up at the other beast.
A stoat, whose pale sky blue eyes were full of concern and worry, stood before him. He appeared to be about his age and wore a kilt edged with woodpigeon feathers, which had a nice sized sword in his thin belt. When he spoke he obviously had a thick highland accent.
"Well, that's guid then. No' harm done, Ah trust?" Without waiting for an answer he thrust forth a paw and said, "Ah'm the brawny Barrul, an' who might ye be?"
Alaerr's pale, sand coloured eyes were cautious. He'd been told many bad things about vermin. But instinct told him that he could trust Barrul, despite being a stoat. After a brief bit of hesitance, the young otter shook the stoat's paw.
"I'm Alaerr Starrfisher. Pleased to mecheew. Can I ask as to what caused you to slam into me like that?"
The stoat seemed embarrassed, but then looked over his shoulder fearfully. He wrung his paws and chuckled nervously. "He he…er, well ye see mah bonny friend, Ah may 'ave run intae a wee bit o' trouble on yon mountain. An auld fox beastie by the name o' Ethka may be after meh since Ah called 'im a bush-tailed bounder an' a cowardly slawb tae boot! Sae we best be runnin' now, ye ken?"
Alaerr was astounded. "You insulted Ethka the healer?! That fox doesn't leave his enemies alive! C'mon, we better hurry!"
He dragged the stoat after him into the forest, ignoring bushes and tree branches snagging at fur and clothing. Barrul tried to keep up, having no choice since Alaerr had his paw in an iron grip. He shouted to his new friend as the forest blurred around them.
"Ah'm glad ye've taken a shine tae meh, but could ye no' lessen yer grip lest ye pull mah paw off friend?"
END- Not a very good scene, I apologize.