Rules are easy! :3
1) Pick a prompt!
2) Compose a PM using prompt-number as title.
3) Respond to prompt!
That's it, folks! It's seriously THAT simple! Your in-character responses to the prompts can be written any way you like and at any length you like. This is an experiment, to see how many folks I can lure in with wide-open prompts that could go any number of directions. Genre, setting, sex/gender of characters involved; all up in the air. All you need to do is...write it in. ^-^
Here's hoping. :3
(I'm no longer accepting prompt-posts for prompts highlighted in black!)
The creature lurched forward a final time and fell, maw badly bloodied as the steel collar dug deeper into his neck. It wheezed and groaned, clawing at the earth with bloodied paws, rasping out its breath as it attempted to rise, but failed. Ice blue eyes blinked slowly but were fogging over. He was not long for this world...
Winds howled out over the tundral snow, wailing a dirge to the green lights that danced overhead. Far below their color moved figures in a dreary line, miserably bound and marching between flanks of vicious barbarian warriors. The ambush had not gone well for the hunters, and now, it seemed, they may suffer death for their foolishness…
"You picked a bad day to run away, don't you think?" He asked as he jerked a thumb out towards the city street. Snow fell in blankets, the wind sweeping it up into the air, creating a haze of white outside the apartment stoop. He smiled in response and chuckled, "Looks like you need a place to stay, c'mon inside."
"I...I don't know what happened, I...they..." He looked frightened, uncertain. He gazed at his own hands, covered in blood as they were, and stared in absolute horror. "I...I did this...? I...how...?" Tears came to his eyes as he looked around in fear. "I don't remember anything...I...I...how did this happen?!"
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" He asked with a sense of distance, as though he couldn't bring himself to truly connect with the situation. He gazed at his wine glass as he leaned his head against his hand, lounging as he was in his leather armchair. It offered no comfort tonight. "Perhaps it is too late after all..."
"I'm simply here to help you." He offered a smile which was surreal, almost...sprightly. Though he smelt of magic he was otherwise…friendly, and seemed genuinely concerned for the injured traveler he’d located. "I know it seems strange, but...that's all I want. To offer my aid."
"Are you alright?" He asked from the shadows, remaining on the edge of vision and out of sight, not wanting to reveal what he looked like to the stranger. "Will you be okay from here...?" As though he needed to get away quickly, and quietly. A low sense of urgency in his voice as sirens approached on a wary wind.
"Bring us 'round starboard and 'ead straight for 'er! I want that bilge rat's 'ead on a pole!"
"This is wrong..." He sounded worried, confused. "We did everything right...but this is wrong." His worry was increasing, fear trickling into his tone.
"No, I...I understand..." He turned away, eyes downcast as he slumped against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. "I understand completely..."
"Be still, young one." He cooed gently. He offered the touch of his hand, gentle, reassuring as he spoke with an air of tenderness. "It's alright, I know you're frightened, but it's alright."
"What damn difference does it make now?!" He snapped suddenly as he whirled and glared with anger. "It doesn't matter now, it never did!!!"
"You say you understand, but you don't..." He said it with hurt in his voice as he kept his back turned. His fists clenched as the anger welled up in his throat. "You don't understand at all..."
"You trusted me before." He said it with an ounce of hurt in his voice, his eyes betraying his displeasure. "Why is it different now?"
"It just doesn't matter anymore..." He said weakly as he gripped his glass, his cheek pressed into the grain of the table. His glass was full, he hadn't touched it, but he nursed it in his hand as though it might escape. "So please...just leave me be..."
"It's a hard journey, are you sure?" There was worry in his eyes, not for himself. A sense of care that hadn't been there before, something difficult to explain, something even more difficult for him to express. “It won’t be easy.”
"It is unwise." He stated again, his eyes stern but his expression loyal. "I meant no disrespect, I merely meant that...it is unwise."
He fell silent for many long moments, eyes taking in the sight he'd seen so many times, the sight he might never see again. It wasn't until the sun was nearly prepared to fall beyond the horizon that he finally turned to offer a gentle smile, "Well...we should probably be off, hm?" He asked with a chuckle, seeming lighter-hearted than he should have been.
"I know what you're going to say, so just don't..." He stated flatly as he tied the straps of his bag, pulling the ties taut and fastening the buckles. "It doesn't matter what you say anyway...I'm going after him, so...so just don't..."
"It's a fool's errand and you know it!" He argued, though he knew there was no use, the anger and frustration was still prevalent in his voice. "You can't possibly expect to win!"
The wings of the creature he rode flapped hard against the wind as he smiled out his pleasure to the skies about them. “See? What’d I tell you? I’ll bet you’ve never experienced anything like this before!” He laughed back towards his companion as his mount screeched to the heavens and climbed higher into the sky.
He stalked forward with care, paws coming down upon the earth so gently they offered no sound at all. His breath froze in the night as golden eyes focused on the figure in the clearing. A moment more of waiting, and he leapt, intent on ending the figure’s life in an instant.
“This is my chance, don’t you see?” Excitement was in his eyes, dazzling out in brilliance as his eagerness was clear in his action. “I can finally prove myself! I can finally live up to my family’s name!”
“It depends how much you’re talking.” His voice was as gruff as his features as he gripped the tankard securely, blunt claws digging into the seasoned wood as he eyed the stranger. “What sort of figure are we discussing? Wyverns don’t slay easily, you know.”
“No, no, I won’t harm you. I just…” He paused, not quite knowing what to say given the delicacy of the situation. “I just…I saw you, I thought maybe you needed help, you look hurt…are you alright?”
“Get offa’ me!” He grunted as he heaved and struggled to free himself. “Who the hell are you?! And what are you doing here?”
The spell fizzled and cracked, leaving the stone mortar devoid of any life or indication. The alchemist stared at it quizzically and then looked back over towards the stranger. “I…uh, minor setback. I must have added the components in the wrong order…” He mumbled as he fetched a book and sifted through its pages.
“Look, this is our one chance. I know you’re scared, and I know you didn’t want to be here in the first place, but if we want to free our families…this is how we can.” He whispered quietly.
“I am honored.” He stated with more appreciation than he felt. If anything, he was downright furious. “It is a generous offer, and a gracious gift. I’d be a fool to decline.”
“You mean I’m stuck like this…?” There was sadness in his voice, disappointment, as he stared down a foreign snout, unused to having a muzzle in the realm of his vision. “For…for how long?!”
“It would be best if you leave, and quickly. That’s what I’m telling you.” He clarified as his grip on his halberd tightened, the muscle in his body bunching as though a threat. “You don’t belong here.”
“It’s okay…” He whispered quietly, lips close to the other’s ear as he did so. “I would never harm you.” But as the binding about his victim’s wrists were drawn taut, it seemed difficult to believe.
It was odd, to suddenly run on all fours. But it felt somehow…right. Like it was always meant to be. Something that had always been missing deep inside.
“You don’t seem to understand your situation.” He grinned as he drew close, his breath bathing he other’s neck in warmth as he tightened his grip round the other’s throat. “I could easily kill you.” He whispered dangerously. And there was no doubt it was true.
“Whaddya’ think? Two cruisers? One warship? How about a devilfish pincer?” The pilot suggested as he gazed at the information on his nav-screen. He touched a few of the buttons on the console and looked back to his companion, “It’s worth a shot, if you ask me. Otherwise we’ll never get ‘im back.”
“It was my decision.” He said gently, a faint smile on his lips. “If my one death can save the lives of thousands, that’s a sacrifice worth making.”
“Are you ********’ crazy!?” He remarked loudly, seeming quite flabbergasted by the suggestion. “We’re nowhere near ready, I mean, hey, I love the idea of the ultimate conquest just as much as you, and yes, I’d love to shove our success right in their stuck-up little faces, but, c’mon man…be realistic! I hardly even know how to shift! Let alone fight!”
“The mist is coming.” His eyes betrayed the seriousness of the situation as he gazed out towards the valley. And indeed, the pale mist was visible on the horizon. He quickly turned to his companion, a grim tone to his voice as he said, “We might already be too late.”
The spear dug deeply into his shoulder, causing him to roar and recoil in pain. He broke free of the blade and turned round to gaze at his opponent, the crowd about them cheering wildly as first blood was shed between them. But the creature just growled and picked up a discarded mace from the sand about his feet. If they wanted a fight…he’d give it to them.
“No one’s ever been down this far, most of this is unexplored.” There was a dripping noise audible that resounded off the cave walls. They turned to gaze towards it, spotting a stalactite dripping lime deposit into a pale pool nearby. “All the more reason to keep going, right?” He added with a smile, ready to go further in an instant.
He flattened himself against the cave wall and prayed he wouldn't make a sound. Over time the noises the barbarian party made became quieter, further away. Breathing a slow but weary sigh of relief at his pursuers having passed him by, he barely heard the tiny scratching noises behind him. And when he turned to check, he could hardly believe what he saw. He'd found the dragon's nest...and the eggs were hatching.
She moved like a moonshadow in daylight, flitting from person to person in the square like a clever ferret. Only she wasn't so clever when one of her wrists was suddenly snatched by a very tall, very intimidating giant of an orc. He easily lifted her bodily off the ground by her arm so he could gaze into her face with a snarl, "I'd like to know why your hand was inside my coin purse, care to explain...?"
The man held his breath as long as he could, straining to hear important sounds above the din of the pelting rain. It sloshed in the mud of the town street and created a cacophony he had a hard time deciphering. But then he heard something...a footstep and the jangle of a spur, on the walkway, to his right. And so cocking the hammer of his six-gun, he took one last breath then leapt from his hiding place, firing off two rounds to his right; directly in the spot he'd heard the footstep come from. With any luck, he'd actually hit something.
"I just think it's a bad idea." The thief replied, crouched as he was in the empty void of the window sill. The tactician offered a flat expression and corrected his eye-glasses before continuing. "I didn't say it was a good idea, I merely said it was one of very few routes into the museum. To be perfectly honest, I'd prefer we call this one off. It's too rushed. We don't have the time we need to case it properly."
"Come on, I won't hurt you." The boy coaxed as he crawled onto his all fours so he could peer into the hollowed old oak. He could see the animal hiding there, the tiny creature he'd seen dart from the bushes near his home. The odd little creature was bizarre and certainly out of place in the cold woodlands, but all the boy could do was continue to talk to it gently and hope it would come out on its own... "I won't hurt you, I promise. Where did you come from, little thing?" He asked with a childish smile as he squinted his eyes to decipher the darkness within the log.