Welcome, folks, to the first Lithium Chloride Fic of 2011!
Here's your picture, and as the time is now 1200 hours CST, you have until 2359 CST to get your writing in. Take this image, and make it something new and different. Good luck!
Some notes about LiCl-Fic:
Original fiction only.
Quote the prompt above your work, since it will not be posted in General Rants.
Here's your picture, and as the time is now 1200 hours CST, you have until 2359 CST to get your writing in. Take this image, and make it something new and different. Good luck!
Some notes about LiCl-Fic:
Original fiction only.
Quote the prompt above your work, since it will not be posted in General Rants.
Loyalty- A good companion is all you need.
�ǣOn the eighth you should be fine, it's about four days after everything begins hibernating, but not too long that you won't be able to find their homes under the forest debris.���
That was a lie. The most deceitful thing he had ever been told. It hadn't been told because of harbored ill or anything, but due to plain and simple idiocy. And yet, if he survived this night, when he got home he would break both of his cousin's legs for leading him into the situation he was currently in.
Paco chattered quietly beside him, scurrying around the tree stump they both hid behind. The small monkey clambered up his robes and paused atop his shoulder, before reaching into his vest to retrieve a small glass bottle.
He took it from his pet's hands and uncorked the tiny container with one finger, before chugging it down. A loud hiss echoed through the clearing, followed by a cacophony of rustling noises leading towards him.
What a shitty hunter. Both of them, the man and the creature snaking over to him.
Eight eyes, and it couldn't see him or his monkey.
The leader of the town guard, and he went into the woods on a whim because he wanted a quick buck from the eggs of some sleeping beasts.
He wasn't sure which one was worse. He wasn't sure what he was up against, either. He would peek around the broken stump to try to identify the monster he only knew to be huge, white, and snakelike, but if he did so he'd be seen.
The rustling was all he could hear, the sound of the beast's gigantic body roving over the ground as it sought him out. Paco took the spent bottle from his hands and tucked it into his little vest, in silence. The hunter reached over his shoulder, disquieting the monkey on his left arm, and began to draw his sword.
It was a long Halberd, and the monster would surely see it drawn. As things were, he'd be looking at its enormous maw straight on within seconds anyway, so he didn't care.
Paco nudged him softly, gesturing towards the large lantern he held. What a helpful little guy, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold both the sword and the light at once steadily. The pet's thin arms reached out, and grabbed the proffered light source.
It was bigger than he was, but he would be able to hold it. He leapt back, using an arm and his long white tail to hold the brass object as he grabbed onto the top of the stump, and peered over.
At the same time, the hunter, sword in hand, shot out of hiding. The beast was distracted by little, brightly-lit Paco, and so its terrifying visage was turned away from the bigger threat.
The second one, that he never saw, stood erect behind it. The swinging Halberd crashed into the ground, as it stared him down. She stared him down.
A vile representation of a female cackled, a perfectly-white figure marred by malicious red lines, and a grin that signified that it knew, just knew, that it would have a good meal before its hibernation.
The hunter turned, and ran. Paco had given him a potion that put his body into overdrive. It was meant to be used in battle, but strengthened muscles helped his running speed as well.
Paco was such a helpful little guy.
I had to stop writing with this like, a quarter done, and without proofreading. However, looking at it objectively, I think it's okay, even though it's half-cooked.