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This week
is our picture prompt week and all posts must be 300 words or under and reflect
the chosen image. In this final snippet from An Erie Uprising, we get a small glimpse of things after the first
night of the battle the shifters and their allies have waged against the Elder
Counsel.
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dropping by!
Several
of the old folks spit on their fingers and made circles to ward off the
vampires. That made me think of Rugby and the staff. They had done the same
with the merfolk until they grew to know them. There was so much distrust among
our kind. Suspicion and fear just for being different. Seems even those in our
shifter community had biases. Odd that. Perhaps we all could stand to learn to
be more accepting.
“Right,
well, you heard my friend Vincente, the Elders remain. Since we don’t know how
that fight will go, we need to find hiding places. Pick somewhere that you can wiggle
into comfortably. It might be a long wait until it’s safe to come out.”
They
broke off and wandered away among the rock formations. I snuck off to strip
and shift. Penelope and the old mink – I’d not gotten her name – waited for me.
Little Miss Fennec had shifted as well. The first slim beams of sunlight danced
on her red fur. My, but foxes were beautiful creatures. Penelope and Mama Mink
joined me in searching among the crags and crevasses. We located a nicely sized
crack in the rocks that ran far back into the stone. The ladies wiggled in
first then I joined them, blocking off the opening with my body. If anyone
reached in they’d get a damn good bite. And woe to the fool who pulled me out.
I was now all about the spraying first and asking questions later.
The
three of us nuzzled and wriggled close, sharing our body heat. I managed to
sleep but it was a fitful rest. Every little sound caused me to jerk awake,
sniff the air, and squint out into the brilliant fall sunshine warming the
rocks. It was during a short period of deep sleep that I was ripped out of the
toasty little nook by my tail. That was the wrong end of a terrified skunk to
be yanking on, I can tell you that. Whoever had this polecat by the tail was
going to regret it.
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©by V.L. Locey
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6 comments:
Made me giggle. Pulling a skunk out by the tale is bad news. Even getting close enough to one to touch it is dangerous.Well done.
Great way to incorporate this week's picture prompt into your story. You ended this leaving us wanting to read more.
Nice snippet! And love the reference to foxes. They are some of my fav. creatures.
I love his warning to anyone who grabbed him. This guy is so adorable!
<3
I love how feisty he is for a little guy. And the descriptions of their world are wonderful. Yes, he has that powerful spray. Can't wait to see what happened to the idiot who yanked him out of there. What would you get if a skunk mated with a fox? Oh, wait. He's a gay skunk. Never mind.
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