Drabble Contest, Week 2

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  1. Kitsune

    Kitsune Fox Lady of Madness!!! Staff Member

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    In 400 words or less, tell a story that uses or revolves around the following quote. DH characters, or made up on-the-spot characters welcome.



    "This sash was a gift to me, from the Queen of ______."
    "There's no Queen of ______."
    "I beg to differ. We're on quite intimate terms, unless you can prove otherwise."
    ".... Here's my proof!"
     
  2. Zyta

    Zyta Drifting Super Mod

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    just one quote or all of them?
     
  3. Kitsune

    Kitsune Fox Lady of Madness!!! Staff Member

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    It's all one, I upped the word count so you could use them in any way you wanted. ((interested in seeing the many ways one small scene can play out))
     
  4. Nevermore

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    Swords clashed and men cheered as the two opponents circled each other on light feet, stepping perfectly in time to move around the broad floor of the exhibition hall while avoiding and parrying blow for blow. They appeared to be dancing, rather than fencing, their movements fluid and graceful, sword strikes powerful yet reserved. Every small move earned one in return as the two opponents were sizing each other up endlessly, every second searching for an opening at which to strike. Their rapiers sang with the desire to draw blood, score a point. An official dressed in gaily colored robes stepped forth as the taller of the fighters cried out, clutching his bloody forearm, "Point, Liaire." The gathered crowd cheered and clapped loudly as the men returned to their positions, taking light-footed fencing stances.

    They clashed and broke apart without pause, their blades barely touching as they passed. The larger fighter sought an opening and struck like a snake, lunging nearly the full length of his body to slash across Liaire’s chest. As if he were made from rubber, Liaire managed to draw his chest back and out of the path of the blade, but not before it slashed through his shirt and the silk sash he wore over it. He gave a bemoaned cry as the sash fell. The official stepped forward again, “Point, Donner. The next strike is match point.”

    The man known as Donner smirked and moved to take his position before Liaire called out, "You bastard! This sash was a gift to me, from the Queen of Adagrand."

    Donner turned back, his smirk broadening, "There's no Queen of Adagrand. But if there were, perhaps you should not wear such an important item to a fencing match."

    "I beg to differ. We're on quite intimate terms, unless you can prove otherwise."

    Donner laughed loudly, casting his head back as he roared his amusement before casting back his fine cape with an extravagant flourish of his arm and presenting an insignia emblazoned upon his chest, "Fool... Here's my proof! I am the royal ambassador of Adagrand and I can assure you, we have no queen. Our Lord has yet to take a wife, but I assure you, when he does, she is sure to be far more loyal than you could ever hope to suggest otherwise. Our match is over. I do not deal with liars."
     
  5. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    The scratches on his face were abominable, matched only by the bonds of metal and rope which held his charred form steadfast in the centre of the stone chamber. He growled, facing his captor with gnashing teeth raging bloodlust and eyes that spoke venom. The room was dimly-lit, both forms hardly visible in the morass of darkness as occasional torches drifted past the barred doors. They cast lines of harsh light, passing like odious shades. If they did not, then they illuminated the hard contours of Matthew's captor, ugly and misshapen, making the blood around his wrists glisten morbidly.

    She was not worth the ground that he spat on, Matthew thought. Clasped in her hand was a sheet of silken cloth, the edges elaborate and confused in design, with every edge different from the other.

    He knew who she was, of course.

    She had stolen a dead man's name. It was not without a price.

    'This sash was given to me by the Queen of Salian-Gra.' Her voice was like the crackling of river weeds battered against the hard edges of a boat.

    Matthew emitted a gurgled chuckle. His tongue tanged with metal. Shit. He looked away, swallowing the horrible taste of despair before looking up with a bloody grin. The man struggled against his bonds, his movements becoming looser the more he tried. He had hidden a glass shard in his back pocket before his capture. 'There's no Queen of Salian-Gra, you jealous harpy. I saw you kill the last one. I was there.'

    His captor didn't seem to notice, continuing to turn the sash studiously, yet her eyes betrayed indifference. It was obvious that it wasn't the sash that she was interested in. 'I beg to differ,' she said, 'we're on quite intimate terms, unless you can prove otherwise. Oh wait.' She now looked at him with a growing, yellow grin, her beady eyes glistening, 'You can't.'

    Matthew growled, forcefully tearing further at the rope bonds. It was not enough to break into a run to hit the smug cow, but enough for him to grasp his left sleeve and pull it away, revealing the mark of the national wolf, baring his fangs at the hand that fed. His grin was triumphant. 'Here's my proof! I'm the King of Salian-Gra!'