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Mini’s StorkattenPrompt;
Mink hunts down her prey. Moving through the stalls and brilliant colours and scents of a village market its often hard for her to keep track of the storkie below. But not as difficult as it could be, he is a large storkie, barrel chested and muscular. He is a storkie most wouldnt mess with, with a deeply furrowed expression and dark coat.
But Mink isnt most. She surveys the area, figures out where he is heading and quickly races to get there before him. This is going to be a good one. She darts across walls and roofs until she reaches the armoury. Swords and armour glean and shine, while the more rusted pieces sulk in the corner.
There, in the center, with a small red rope declaring its value and respect lays an extra special sword. So fancy and decadent on its pedestal.
It is to this sword that Mink heads to. She lays a paw on it, heaving the huge heavy metal onto the sheath on her back, and replacing it with a thin stick she had with her. Scratched with runes and her own magic.
She sprinted off across the courtyard, heading up a nearby tree to watch. She was already catching herself smiling, excited for what was to come.
The powerful storkie strode in just then. Countless squires and meandering storkies snapping to attention. No more joking around when the knightmaster was around. He strode forward, paying no mind. Heading straight for where his sword normally lay.
Mink’s haunches twitched, so much excitement in her little body.
The captain picked up his sword, or rather the stick that replaced it. It shimmered, the mirage changing it from sword like to a bushel of bountiful flowers. To be specific, they were water lilies. Flowers of humour and the spring.
The captain gaped at it. His stoic expression frozen for just a fraction. But then his eyes crinkled at the corner, his mouth upticked once. And then from deep in his powerful chest came a rich chortle.
Mink grinned. And the knightmaster put the flowers down to laugh even harder, a deep masculine laugh that only became more wheezing and giggly the more he looked at the flowers.
The other storkies nearby looked concerned. Their great warrior leader? Reduced to rolling in the dust laughter by some simple illusion magic?
But its why he had been Mink’s target. He needed a good laugh, a break from monotony. And the raucous sound of his uncommon laughter set a smile on many faces, it wasn't a well practised laugh, but it was a truly honest one. A very good laugh.
