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rainbowfic2014-02-19 01:16 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-02-19 01:16 am
Entry tags:
Canary Yellow #4, Famous #11
Name: Greenling
Story: Lords of Strife and Cunning
Colors: Canary Yellow #4 (Spies were kept in advance and strict diligence observed in the duty of sentinels), Famous #11 (Let's get lost, you can take me home)
Supplies and Styles: Brush (filch)
Word Count: 342
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Mist's journey continues, as sie finds some fellow travellers to guide hir way.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The smell of meat led to a small camp of hunters in a little hill-corner behind a large fallen tree. Mist left hir pack as far off as sie could hear them talking and crept closer in four-legged form, downwind, until sie could see them clearly. They were clad in warm furs and carrying longbows, roasting a pair of birds; their grumblings were loud and weary, speaking the trade tongue with an odd, thick accent. They had no markings at all, and after a few minutes of watching, sie realized with a jolt that that was because they were human.
Hir ears pressed back. Most of what sie had heard of humanity was before the time of the Gods' Truce, before the first Foxchild and all the other stupid stories from generations past. The Wind rebelled against the Queen of Heaven, the world went to war with itself, lots of people died especially hir people, bluh bluh we're in a dark age and everything is terrible. Sie hadn't really listened, especially when they talked about the Foxchild.
But... sie wanted those birds. They smelled fantastic.
Sie was patient as they talked, though hir stomach growled; when they began to sleep, it would be easier to take what remained, and if the stories were true, most humans' senses were unusually dull, especially at night. Still, sie must have gone quite a ways farther than sie thought, as according to them, they were only a day out from their city. Mist had never seen a city before, either. There were supposed to be some on the other side of the mountains, past the swampland, and sometimes people from there came to the temples, but...
Sie decided not to think about it. Cities and stealing roast birds were what life was at the moment. Hir curiosity was firmly piqued, and sie allowed hirself hope that maybe there would be something wonderful there, across the hills and valleys. Sie would make a den within earshot, and when dawn came, track them there. If nothing else, there'd probably be more food.
Story: Lords of Strife and Cunning
Colors: Canary Yellow #4 (Spies were kept in advance and strict diligence observed in the duty of sentinels), Famous #11 (Let's get lost, you can take me home)
Supplies and Styles: Brush (filch)
Word Count: 342
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Mist's journey continues, as sie finds some fellow travellers to guide hir way.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The smell of meat led to a small camp of hunters in a little hill-corner behind a large fallen tree. Mist left hir pack as far off as sie could hear them talking and crept closer in four-legged form, downwind, until sie could see them clearly. They were clad in warm furs and carrying longbows, roasting a pair of birds; their grumblings were loud and weary, speaking the trade tongue with an odd, thick accent. They had no markings at all, and after a few minutes of watching, sie realized with a jolt that that was because they were human.
Hir ears pressed back. Most of what sie had heard of humanity was before the time of the Gods' Truce, before the first Foxchild and all the other stupid stories from generations past. The Wind rebelled against the Queen of Heaven, the world went to war with itself, lots of people died especially hir people, bluh bluh we're in a dark age and everything is terrible. Sie hadn't really listened, especially when they talked about the Foxchild.
But... sie wanted those birds. They smelled fantastic.
Sie was patient as they talked, though hir stomach growled; when they began to sleep, it would be easier to take what remained, and if the stories were true, most humans' senses were unusually dull, especially at night. Still, sie must have gone quite a ways farther than sie thought, as according to them, they were only a day out from their city. Mist had never seen a city before, either. There were supposed to be some on the other side of the mountains, past the swampland, and sometimes people from there came to the temples, but...
Sie decided not to think about it. Cities and stealing roast birds were what life was at the moment. Hir curiosity was firmly piqued, and sie allowed hirself hope that maybe there would be something wonderful there, across the hills and valleys. Sie would make a den within earshot, and when dawn came, track them there. If nothing else, there'd probably be more food.