The moon will witness our dance tonight
Summer Fighting prompt with Askan
09-11-2020, 10:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2020, 07:14 PM by Askan.)
word count: 224
total word count: 447
(note we both agreed to make it a non judged fight)
The moon was really bright out as Askan followed the trail of a vaguely familiar scent. It didn't stand out strongly in his mind so it he knew it wasn't someone he'd spent a lot of time with nor did he really care but...In all honesty boredom had got the better of him and at that moment he didn't really have anything else to do. If he found the owner of the scent then great, his itch would be scratched, but if not it was no skin off his nose. And so he wandered, following the scent in a lazy trot till he approached a looming cliff that overlooked the ocean.
Up here the light of the moon seemed all the more intense, bathing the grass in a whitey glow as he slowed to a walk and scanned his surroundings. It took him a moment to spot her since her lower half was swathed in black but when he did it took his mind a moment for the recognition to click into place. They'd met before in a cave, taking shelter from the rain but...Try as he might he just couldn't remember her name. She hadn't been overly talkative and hadn't left much of a lasting impression either, if he was being brutally honest. But whatever, he was sure she probably felt the same way.
"Up for a spar?" He asked, as if that was a normal thing to say to a relative stranger.
total word count: 447
(note we both agreed to make it a non judged fight)
The moon was really bright out as Askan followed the trail of a vaguely familiar scent. It didn't stand out strongly in his mind so it he knew it wasn't someone he'd spent a lot of time with nor did he really care but...In all honesty boredom had got the better of him and at that moment he didn't really have anything else to do. If he found the owner of the scent then great, his itch would be scratched, but if not it was no skin off his nose. And so he wandered, following the scent in a lazy trot till he approached a looming cliff that overlooked the ocean.
Up here the light of the moon seemed all the more intense, bathing the grass in a whitey glow as he slowed to a walk and scanned his surroundings. It took him a moment to spot her since her lower half was swathed in black but when he did it took his mind a moment for the recognition to click into place. They'd met before in a cave, taking shelter from the rain but...Try as he might he just couldn't remember her name. She hadn't been overly talkative and hadn't left much of a lasting impression either, if he was being brutally honest. But whatever, he was sure she probably felt the same way.
"Up for a spar?" He asked, as if that was a normal thing to say to a relative stranger.