Booklover's Beach

[lass of something much]

The ottersquirrel gulped and flinched as she saw the gun move. It seemed like forever  since she had seen her friend. Her head spun, and a worried look washed over her face, and she attempted to put her paws up in surrender, then the squirrel stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

"I-"
Lass's heard beat out of her chest, at first in fear of punishment, then joy took over her.
She tried to answer the question, but her mouth and throat were coated with sand, and she had long ago lost her water canteen to an enemy bullet.

[Scott McLamok]

Scott unslung his rifle and peered out the cave entrance.

"It's a massacre they haven't even made it to the sandbags"

Scott said as he looked at the bloody battlefield. Dozens of LCVP's were lined up at the tide line their ramps littered with the bodies of allied soldiers. Scott gripped his gun tightly his knuckles growing white and took a deep breath.

"Lass? You ready for action?"

[Verdauga]

I gotta say, this doesn't quite look like the place for lovers of books. >_>

[lass of something much]

Again, the young beast attempted to speak, but only caused herself to cough up more sand, and thus, lose more of the last dregs of energy she had left, it had been a hard, tiring, and- more than anything else, confusing battle, and Lass was still unsure of a lot of things; but one thing she was sure about was that they were trapped in this cave, or a cave it seemed.
She still couldn't hear the battle, or any sound of life other than her own ragged breathing, and that of her companion.
In an attempt to explain their hopelessness, Lass limped forward, and, taking a deep breath, slammed her self into the invisible barrier that kept them in.

And- as expected, she was thrown back, past the sarge, and into the far wall, where she now lay.
Sandy tears filled the ottersqirrels eyes.
Tears of pain, bitterness, confusion, fear, and most of all, sadness.

In the past months, the young beast had seen the beast she had trained, and lived with die infront of her very eyes. She had been by so many's sides as their young lives were stolen away by the cruelty of fate, and though she hated herself for it, every time it seemed to fill her with emptiness rather than sorrow.
Her brain had learnt to accept it as part of this new, hell of a life.

"Will this horror ever end?...How many comrades have I lost to gambles on the commanders...Do.. Do they even care?! Don't they know?! These- These soldiers have families, friends, homes they once hoped to come back to.. Dreams they aspired to... But all they get is this... This-...This hell we call a battle...Even if we win, we still lose.. Lose love... Hope.. Joy.... Life... Is there ever truly a happy ending?"

Finally the thoughts of her sorrows subsided, and Lass looked up, and back at Scott.. She couldn't even manage a smile before her head once again slumped onto her chest.
A side effect of smashing into a hard rock wall, no doubt.

[Ally046]

*A large supply pack teleports into the cave...*

[Mara the Wolf]

*...which happen to contain hidden bombs which explode the cave*

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

.

[lass of something much]

*The cave is suddenly blown up a bomb*

(The cave is protected by my magic...)

(-__-)

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

I guess magic isn't explosives proof *shrug*

[lass of something much]

(OOC: I mean, the context was a bomb, sooo...I would thiiink it is.. Plus, cellar lore- which Sika herself uses, has proven that magic is indeed explosive proof... As for actually RP style post....I kinda just got my self knocked out.. So uh, not much I can do..)

[Ally046]

*The bombs did indeed go off, but the spell around the inside of the cave means that there is no rock rubble...*

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

*Starts limping his way towards Sika, intent on ending some of the violence even if it costs him his life*

[Verdauga]

*Hops across the burning parking lot with umbrella, insulated bag, and lawn chair, intent on reading a good book in this lovely weather.*

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

*Wakes up from the strange war dream, looks around, and finds himself on blue and white striped towel with a warm half-finished cream soda lying next to him. Upon further investigation, he finds The Outcast of Redwall is lying next to him in the sand, and he has been stung twice by bees or some stinging creature in the paw and the shoulder. A Verdauga approaches...*

[lass of something much]

*Hops across the burning parking lot with umbrella, insulated bag, and lawn chair, intent on reading a good book in this lovely weather.*

(OOC: Quit ruining our world war rp thing, you passivist! And get out of the war zone before you get hurt)