Post by magenellofgalla on Mar 17, 2012 19:58:26 GMT 10
Title: Chasing
Rating: T
Prompt: #64 the one that got away
Summary: The Lord Provost looks back on the good old days when the cat chased the rat.
The Lord Provost looked around the empty shop and almost laughed. He ran his fingers through his graying hair as he recalled one of the first times he caught that rat… and lost him.
Arthur had just become the Lord Provost and was patrolling the streets one night when he passed by The Dancing Dove. Apparently, the little runt had just beaten the current Rogue and was celebrating his victory in the tavern.
Arthur had called in for help and watched for the right moment to nab him. When they had caught him, they had dragged him down into the dark and dank dungeons.
But whilst the officials were dancing in joy at the expense of their newest fugitive, he had escaped. Only Mithros knew how he did it.
As he reminisced, he really did laugh at all those times he and the Most Wanted of the lower city had played a game of tag. Now, the Rogue was a Baron. A Baron of all things!
He had gotten away. No. George, the king of the Rogue, had done better than just get away. He flew higher than his kind and made sure that he would never be caught.
He actually respected him for that. He respected him for his stealth and his clever way of getting untangled. George felt the same about his supposedly mortal enemy. Theirs was a mutual relationship and neither wanted it any other way.
Arthur sighed and walked through the doorway. At least George could never slip from his grasp again. Because now, he had no reason to be caught. And then again, he had no authority to catch him.
Hehee. I'm new. This is my first response to a Malorie's Peak Prompt. Feel free to comment
Rating: T
Prompt: #64 the one that got away
Summary: The Lord Provost looks back on the good old days when the cat chased the rat.
The Lord Provost looked around the empty shop and almost laughed. He ran his fingers through his graying hair as he recalled one of the first times he caught that rat… and lost him.
Arthur had just become the Lord Provost and was patrolling the streets one night when he passed by The Dancing Dove. Apparently, the little runt had just beaten the current Rogue and was celebrating his victory in the tavern.
Arthur had called in for help and watched for the right moment to nab him. When they had caught him, they had dragged him down into the dark and dank dungeons.
But whilst the officials were dancing in joy at the expense of their newest fugitive, he had escaped. Only Mithros knew how he did it.
As he reminisced, he really did laugh at all those times he and the Most Wanted of the lower city had played a game of tag. Now, the Rogue was a Baron. A Baron of all things!
He had gotten away. No. George, the king of the Rogue, had done better than just get away. He flew higher than his kind and made sure that he would never be caught.
He actually respected him for that. He respected him for his stealth and his clever way of getting untangled. George felt the same about his supposedly mortal enemy. Theirs was a mutual relationship and neither wanted it any other way.
Arthur sighed and walked through the doorway. At least George could never slip from his grasp again. Because now, he had no reason to be caught. And then again, he had no authority to catch him.
Hehee. I'm new. This is my first response to a Malorie's Peak Prompt. Feel free to comment
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!