Bruxing and Fuming [Finger && Open]

[Frost Finger]

Finger bounded through the halls, his short, thick tail stiff. Where was that blasted Percheron? He was going to dig himself into a deep, gory hole without Finger's help. At least, there was no other way the sleek polecat could imagine it; his help was absolutely vital to the Equine's survival.

His claws ticked against the stone floors as he sped from room to room, bruxing deeply in irritation. "Scorpion, show ye'self, blast it!!" He shrieked, his rasping voice reverberating with passionate frustration throughout the hallowed hall. "Is'll be ye own fault when ye bloody kingdom deteri'rates at th' seams!!" He screeched, looking like he was about to turn inside out.

[Snoutt]

Perhaps it was not the best of ideas to be working in the middle of a hall way. But what better lighting could the small mouse find in the Grassland Fortress. The halls were thick, and the windows were hard to come by. In a time of war there was no need for windows; an easy way to be attacked. The small mouse used the hallways that did hold windows to her advantage; carving and crafting with the light from the sun. It was easy to craft with good enough light; but without it; she would stumble.
The small mouse could hear the pitter patter of footsteps before the collision even occurred. No, they weren't footsteps; they were rapid and wild sprints, as if some sort of creature was let loose from its pin; seeking some sort of twisted revenge.
Without even a warning; a rugged polecat came bashing around the blind corner; slamming his full weight into the small dormouse; as well as her invention. she had been working weeks on this contraption; something to clean the inside of a horses hoof without the dangers of getting stepped on. A common threat that faced the smallest creature in the Equine kingdom.
A small and useless squeal came from the little dormouse; her whiskers twitching and her small limbs lashing out to get away from the polecat.
When the collision came to a hault and the two nagetier remained somewhat still on the hard floor; as if anticipating more movement , the dormouse attempted to get away from the polecat. The small mouse was stuck under the massive weight of the polecat. 3 pounds was a lot for a 25 gram dormouse.
the mouse huffed with agitation.
"Get off of me you slimy creature! you beast! You ruined my invention! It took me weeks to create this and now it lies in shambles on the floor! Not to mention you're extreme body mass is holding me down! If you would be so kind as to GET OFF!" the mouse was in no mood to play any games with this creature;.

[Frost Finger]

Finger scrambled back as he ran into a small creature--or rather, he stumbled over it's insignificant mass. Shrieking, he reared up onto his hind legs, bristling a little. "Damnéd, incessant creature!" He squealed, his rasped voice sounding like a bat's scream. "Why would ye run through the bloody halls like this?! I'll scrape ye off m' feet once 'h get a chance to step over ye..!!" he squealed, his words really only making sense in his own, corrupt mind. Without spending a heartbeat longer to chastize the smaller vermin, Finger lowered himself to all fours, bounding a few strides past the opposite rodent. "Scorp'n!!" He screamed, his mind instantly on other things. "God damnéd, bloody creature..."

[Snoutt]

This small little creature would not just let this sort of thing go. No, she was better then that; or worse. The small little mouse got to her feet, bristling her fur and shivering her whiskers in an unpleasant matter. She huffed with a ruffle of her nose; flicking her tail in all directions. The pure rudeness of some creatures made her simply mad.
Not too mad however, not as mad as a certain polecat. She let a growl like squeak rush through her throat as she lept after the polecat. She wasn't finished with this creature just yet. He ruined her machine; it lay in the dust and a pile of now broken pieces. The little mouse brushed herself off and with that bolted after the polecat.
"Why you rude little nag! Come back here and apologize for running me over!"
The dormouse gave a wild chase; whether or not she was fast enough to catch him, she was not sure; but she would find out eventually.

[Scorpion]

Scorpion appeared around the corner, his massive head lowered to study the polecat as it nearly collided with his front leg. "... Can I help you, rodent?" he mused slowly, dryly amused with the creature's frantics. His empty eyes brushed over the weasel-like creature, and then the bristling dormouse behind him. "... You may want to consider walking through the halls instead of making bat-out-of-hell dashes..." He continued evenly, snorting softly.

[Snoutt]

The small creature let out a whip lash of noises, ranging from high pitched squeaks, to frisky and angry shrieks. the bristled dormouse looked 2 times her size, and as she came up to the large horse she instantly stood still in her tracks. She looked up at the large creature standing --hovering-- over her. She felt her body freeze in place as her small heart began to beat faster and faster. the little mouse knew very well who this was; and had spoken to the gentle giant more then just once. She watched his large body stand so completely; she often wondered what it would be like to be so large in the world.
"Scorpion! This blasted little crook ran over my invention' and ran me over!" She ruffled her fur in a displeased attitude; she shifted her posture to a simple stance. Her whiskers twitched as she smelled the air; the sent of horse was filling her nose. She looked up at the mouse and then to the inside out pole cat next to her. She let out a hiss at the polecat, her black eyes burned with frustration and annoyance. Perhaps this equine could knock some sense into the polecat with his hooves.