by EchoIre » Fri Apr 24, 2020 10:57 am
Username: EchoIre
Name: Caerul the Horrible
Gender: Male
Prompt:
It was a lovely morning in the village.
And Caerul was a horrible cockatrice.
To fully understand everything that Caerul stole that sunny spring day, one must first ask what he didn't steal. The miller's grain was left untouched, but not the grindstone. The baskets of fruit in the orchard were emptied and stolen, leaving sun-sweetened piles in the green grass. He took the vault keys from the banker yet left the gold untouched, opting instead to drop the keys into a nearby pond. In front of poor banker, no less. Caerul snuck into Mr. Feathersby's garden, and instead of pillaging potatoes or swiping strawberries, ran off with the old man's garden spade and deposited it right next to the banker's keys.
There were many more horrible acts of larceny committed by the notorious cockatrice that day, though to recount them all would take far too much time, and it would eventually become quite a boring tale despite Caerul's best efforts. To give you an idea of why Caerul stole such an odd assortment of things, let me briefly give you a peak into the mind of a very horrible cockatrice: the orchard's baskets are the perfect size for a goose-like cockatrice, and Caerul had grown tired of normal nests. In fact, he'd grown tired of normal anything, so when the opportunity presented itself, he sought to make the day as abnormal as possible.
So, into the pond keys were tossed! Grindstones rolled nonchalantly through town, grumbling "How d'you do," in their gravelly voices to perplexed pedestrians. Hats were lifted and promptly thrown, pockets looted only to have their contents liberated into streams, and various little tools and heirlooms were hidden in places only a goose would think to look all throughout town.
In the end, Caerul would say he was very successful.
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EchoIre on Thu Apr 30, 2020 4:59 pm, edited 2 times in total.
