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Into the Tent
Wait, it’s not what you think! For this prompt, the Warden (or any other character!) has decided that the best way to learn what our favorite Antivan elf is all about is to observe his tent* and what he keeps in it while Zevran is away. What does the character discover inside his tent? Something he/she likes? Something alarming? Zevran’s secret stash of [???]? It could be something very serious/shocking, that will alter the character’s perception of Zevran forever; it could be something sweet and touching; or it could just be something hilarious! And: Does the character get caught in the act?
(Alternatively, Zevran could be using this as a method of gathering information about the Warden or another character.)
* doesn’t necessarily have to be a tent, of course
Medium: Any!
Time: 50 mins
(I realised this story had no point in the end. Oh well!
)Surveillance
No one was watching, so he slunk into the tent.
The elf-man had attacked Mistress. Ferrix could not understand why Mistress had taken the elf-man with Her instead of he, but he didn't like it. Elf-man was like a cat who watched and purred while it pleased him, then swiped claws across your nose.
Ferrix sniffed the air. All the tents smelled different. Mistress's smelled like metal armour and leather, polish and oil. Sometimes it smelled faintly of rust, blood or sweat. Always it smelled like Home.
Elf-man's tent smelled more like wild-woman's, of plants and leather, but the leather was stronger and had different, interesting scents. This tent also smelled Male. Were elf-man a mabari he would be marking trees.
There was not much in this tent. Ferrix was hoping to find something he could present to Mistress to show the elf-man was a Bad Dog. The bed was made of blankets; nothing there. But padding across the gloomy interior he found a small backpack, and eagerly began mouthing at the buckles. People kept things in these. Wild-woman had kept plants. They had been very tasty, but she had known he'd eaten them! This time he would be careful.
The straps eventually gave to his patient pawing, and he stuck his nose inside. Definitely plants here, but he would not eat them. He shoved his muzzle further within and snuffled deeply.
Wait...Was that Meat?
Mouth starting to water, he gave a couple of items some curious licks. Not meat. He thrust his head in further and felt the leather creak around his neck. Items clinked together as he displacing them. A few more exploratory licks yielded only disappointment. There were Jars in here--he knew Jars. They contained Food but were hard to open, and sometimes didn't taste nice. He nosed half-heartedly at a lid for a few seconds before giving up and trying to pull his head out. When the leather caught around the new collar Mistress had given him for being a Good Dog, he lay carefully down and used his paws to tug at the leather. It took a little while, but he was Clever. Everyone said so. Ferrix is a Clever Boy!
His tail wagged and he panted happily at the bag. He had won! He was Clever!
But nothing to show Mistress. Elf-man had Food and Coins-That-Buy-Food. He had sharp things that Cut Food Up. There had been something soft...
Ferrix nosed around in the backpack again, which was now a little more moist that it had once been, and plucked the soft thing free with his jaws. He knew this thing! Mistress had these. Wild-woman had *lots* of these. Ferrix had left Prey in them once to show he was a Good Dog but she had scolded him.
Elf-man didn't have many toys. He only had one soft thing. It was sad. Soft things were good for chewing on.
He scooped it up and put it back in the bag. Then, because he was Clever, he manoeuvred it closed. He couldn't do up the buckles, but he could drag it back to where he'd found it.
There. He'd never figure it out.
Proud of himself, Ferrix crept to the tent door and peered outside, then trotted nonchalantly into the camp...
**
Zevran: I noticed some dog drool in my pack this morning.
Dog: (Happy bark!)
Zevran: Not that I like to make accusations. And I even appreciate the artistry behind a good burgle when I see it, to tell the truth. But leaving all that drool as evidence? Sloppy.
Dog: (Happy bark!)
Zevran: I'll take that as an apology.
Dog: (Happy bark!)
Zevran: I'm so glad you're pleased. It really is quite something to find such enthusiasm in one's companions.
Dog: (Ecstatic bark!)
Zevran: I agree. Go, team. Hurrah.
Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 15 janvier 2012 - 04:21 .
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*sneaks in and drops off a long overdue story series update*
