Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #116 - This week's word of the week is 'fox'.
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AND NOW - on to the fiction :)
AND NOW - on to the fiction :)
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by Sophie Duncan
Author's Note
I'm trying to do something a little different this year. For those of you who don't know, unless it's a week inspired by a holiday, or memorable occasion, our word of the week is picked by opening up a dictionary to a random location, waving a finger about without looking at the page and pointing it to a word, i.e. it's chance. So, this year, rather than standalone drabbles, I am going to try writing a coherent story, Flight of Fire, in 100 word episodes, each one inspired by the word of the week. I have a vague outline for characters and direction of Flight of Fire, but specifics will be decided by the word of the week.
I didn't have a reason in the story to go for the animal, the fox, so my inspiration went in a different direction, i.e. to the verb, to fox.
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Stepping back, Stephan looked up into the golden eyes that regarded him steadily in return. A trickle of fear ran down his spine as his nostrils filled with a scent that, although unrecognised, made him think of heat and rock. Stephan took a moment, but the missing intimacy kept nagging at him.
“You and Benedict are…” Stephan didn’t know the word for what he sensed.
‘United,’ the answer flooded him.
Stephan’s heart sank a little. He was an interloper. He turned. Yet, a wing blocked his way. He looked back.
‘Sit.’
Foxed by his own instincts, Stephan sat.
“You and Benedict are…” Stephan didn’t know the word for what he sensed.
‘United,’ the answer flooded him.
Stephan’s heart sank a little. He was an interloper. He turned. Yet, a wing blocked his way. He looked back.
‘Sit.’
Foxed by his own instincts, Stephan sat.
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Small (PG, m/m, Fantasy)
Author's Note
I did it again, I'm sorry, have a flash fiction of 500 words instead of a drabble :).
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by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Author's Note
I did it again, I'm sorry, have a flash fiction of 500 words instead of a drabble :).
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Fox, he couldn't believe it. All the others were bears, big cats, wolves; big and strong, ready to defend the kingdom, but he was a weak, pathetic fox.
It was as if the gods were laughing at him, taunting him for his origins; plucked from the gutter, a sneak thief and now a damned fox.
He had been so embarrassed he had left the ceremony before any of the noble-borns could get a jibe in. When he had had hopes of becoming a knight defender he had been able to put up with the jokes, the sneers at his illiteracy. He had worked hard over the last two years learning everything from reading to combat, but no one was going to want a fox in their regiment.
"Kris," he heard Regina, one of his few friends, call. "Kris, you have to come out, the Prince has returned."
"Go away."
"Look I know this is a shock, but a mate like that; I thought you'd jump at the chance even though he's male."
"What?" he asked and stuck his head out of his hiding place. "Someone else is a fox too?"
That was another thing that had stung; he had had no mate. All Changers paired up and with their own kind.
"Oh my god, you don't know," Regina said.
"Know that I'm a complete embarrassment?" he shot back, he was in no mood for teasing. "At least I'm not alone."
"Oh, Kris," Regina said and sat down next to him, "that's why you ran away."
"My ignorance showing."
"Kris, you're not an embarrassment, if anything everyone finally understands why Xan ordered you dragged here kicking and screaming that day."
"I thought I was going to be executed or something," he said, cheeks colouring with the memory. "Noble-borns don't look at street kids unless they want to beat them or bed them."
Regina had the decency to look embarrassed for her whole caste at that home-truth.
"Anyway, not the point," she said. "You are a fox and there is only one other fox in the kingdom and he's been waiting for another for ten years."
Kris almost groaned again, he was going to be someone's younger sidekick, but at least he was not alone.
"Who?" he demanded.
"I already told you," Regina said.
"No, you said the Prince has returned, not..." he trailed off. "No..."
"Yes."
"But he is the most respected commander in ten generations."
Kris didn't get it.
"Because he's cunning and incredibly quick in battle," Regina told him. "Why do you think he has the fox on his standard?"
Kris hadn't remembered that.
"But foxes are so much smaller."
"Size isn't everything," Regina said. "Foxes are only seen twice in a generation and make the greatest leaders."
"And no one thought to mention this, ever?"
"It's something everyone knows."
Kris glared.
"Oh god he's going to be so disappointed," he said as his insecurities reared again.
Regina smacked him on the back of the head for that one.
It was as if the gods were laughing at him, taunting him for his origins; plucked from the gutter, a sneak thief and now a damned fox.
He had been so embarrassed he had left the ceremony before any of the noble-borns could get a jibe in. When he had had hopes of becoming a knight defender he had been able to put up with the jokes, the sneers at his illiteracy. He had worked hard over the last two years learning everything from reading to combat, but no one was going to want a fox in their regiment.
"Kris," he heard Regina, one of his few friends, call. "Kris, you have to come out, the Prince has returned."
"Go away."
"Look I know this is a shock, but a mate like that; I thought you'd jump at the chance even though he's male."
"What?" he asked and stuck his head out of his hiding place. "Someone else is a fox too?"
That was another thing that had stung; he had had no mate. All Changers paired up and with their own kind.
"Oh my god, you don't know," Regina said.
"Know that I'm a complete embarrassment?" he shot back, he was in no mood for teasing. "At least I'm not alone."
"Oh, Kris," Regina said and sat down next to him, "that's why you ran away."
"My ignorance showing."
"Kris, you're not an embarrassment, if anything everyone finally understands why Xan ordered you dragged here kicking and screaming that day."
"I thought I was going to be executed or something," he said, cheeks colouring with the memory. "Noble-borns don't look at street kids unless they want to beat them or bed them."
Regina had the decency to look embarrassed for her whole caste at that home-truth.
"Anyway, not the point," she said. "You are a fox and there is only one other fox in the kingdom and he's been waiting for another for ten years."
Kris almost groaned again, he was going to be someone's younger sidekick, but at least he was not alone.
"Who?" he demanded.
"I already told you," Regina said.
"No, you said the Prince has returned, not..." he trailed off. "No..."
"Yes."
"But he is the most respected commander in ten generations."
Kris didn't get it.
"Because he's cunning and incredibly quick in battle," Regina told him. "Why do you think he has the fox on his standard?"
Kris hadn't remembered that.
"But foxes are so much smaller."
"Size isn't everything," Regina said. "Foxes are only seen twice in a generation and make the greatest leaders."
"And no one thought to mention this, ever?"
"It's something everyone knows."
Kris glared.
"Oh god he's going to be so disappointed," he said as his insecurities reared again.
Regina smacked him on the back of the head for that one.
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Flight of Fire - Yes, sit right there Stephan until Benedict gets back and he and the dragon will take care of what’s missing in what you want. It is very difficult to argue with a dragon, when you’re on what you perceive as the outside of a bonded pair. They are so big and winged.
ReplyDeleteSmall - How can I complain over 500 words of shifter yumminess. Well, I can. What about when Kris meets the Prince and the Prince convinces Kris that he’s exactly what he should be, what the Prince thought he could become, and he’s very wanted indeed. *grins* Now write that in your more skillful prose than mine.
but do you really think Benedict is going to take it very well? ;P Dragons are hard to resist, though!
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