Random Challenge #10
Feb. 20th, 2005 01:28 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
annarti.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
yrae
Title~ Zebra
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Most of these blokes are mine, but Alex is Xella's
Notes~ Doing these. Set by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xella: "Someone calling one or both or all royalty members ‘his/your heiny’"
~ ~ ~
Nol rested his arms on the pommel of his saddle and yawned and shook his head helplessly as Alex approached the edge of the cliff’s shadow. It really was a ridiculous sight—a tall, purple-haired man perched on the back of a stocky little Llayan horse, which the incubus insisted on calling a ‘zebra’.
“He could at least ride a camel,” Garuk noted.
The prince shrugged and yawned again, shaking his head to try and wake himself up. “I swear, he wouldn’t give that thing up if he got in the Own.”
The other three archers laughed dryly, all watching as the stumpy-legged little creature began galloping towards the target. The riders of the Own couldn’t help but look at the Llayan horse rather than its distinctly un-Llayan rider. Even their horses seemed to be flicking their tails and snorting in disdain at the animal they considered to be a black mark on the otherwise spotless equine reputation.
“So,” Alex began, grinning proudly astride his absurd mount as he rode back to join the group, “Do I have a chance?”
Nol raised one eyebrow at the Llayan horse. “On that thing? No.”
The incubus looked hurt. “What’s wrong with my dear little Nualakeira the Second?” He stroked the animal’s neck comfortingly.
“It looks ridiculous,” Garuk said bluntly.
Alex shrugged. “So’s Mongrel.”
Nol grinned and gave his stallion an affectionate rub on the shoulder. “No Kazinian would take you seriously if you rode up there on that thing. No Raykinian would. In fact, the only ones who might are the Llayans, and they don’t tend to attack anyway, so there’s really no point in trying to impress them.”
The incubus continued to stroke his black-and-white-striped horse. “There, there,” he murmured in his native tongue, “Don’t let them mock you. His Royal Heiny doesn’t know you like I do.”
The prince raised a vaguely amused eyebrow. “Heiny?” he repeated.
“Exactly.”
Nol snorted and gave a lopsided grin, half-watching Murali on his own run. “We always have a race to see who can reach the palace first.” He turned challengingly back to the purple-haired incubus. “If you can get back within a minute of the rest of us, I’ll never say a bad word about Nuala again.”
Alex pursed his lips as he considered the proposition, then nodded firmly. “You’re on.”
Nolryn smirked and tapped Mongrel’s flanks, urging the horse to the top of his run-up. “Poor foreign bastard,” he grinned.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Most of these blokes are mine, but Alex is Xella's
Notes~ Doing these. Set by
xella: "Someone calling one or both or all royalty members ‘his/your heiny’"Nol rested his arms on the pommel of his saddle and yawned and shook his head helplessly as Alex approached the edge of the cliff’s shadow. It really was a ridiculous sight—a tall, purple-haired man perched on the back of a stocky little Llayan horse, which the incubus insisted on calling a ‘zebra’.
“He could at least ride a camel,” Garuk noted.
The prince shrugged and yawned again, shaking his head to try and wake himself up. “I swear, he wouldn’t give that thing up if he got in the Own.”
The other three archers laughed dryly, all watching as the stumpy-legged little creature began galloping towards the target. The riders of the Own couldn’t help but look at the Llayan horse rather than its distinctly un-Llayan rider. Even their horses seemed to be flicking their tails and snorting in disdain at the animal they considered to be a black mark on the otherwise spotless equine reputation.
“So,” Alex began, grinning proudly astride his absurd mount as he rode back to join the group, “Do I have a chance?”
Nol raised one eyebrow at the Llayan horse. “On that thing? No.”
The incubus looked hurt. “What’s wrong with my dear little Nualakeira the Second?” He stroked the animal’s neck comfortingly.
“It looks ridiculous,” Garuk said bluntly.
Alex shrugged. “So’s Mongrel.”
Nol grinned and gave his stallion an affectionate rub on the shoulder. “No Kazinian would take you seriously if you rode up there on that thing. No Raykinian would. In fact, the only ones who might are the Llayans, and they don’t tend to attack anyway, so there’s really no point in trying to impress them.”
The incubus continued to stroke his black-and-white-striped horse. “There, there,” he murmured in his native tongue, “Don’t let them mock you. His Royal Heiny doesn’t know you like I do.”
The prince raised a vaguely amused eyebrow. “Heiny?” he repeated.
“Exactly.”
Nol snorted and gave a lopsided grin, half-watching Murali on his own run. “We always have a race to see who can reach the palace first.” He turned challengingly back to the purple-haired incubus. “If you can get back within a minute of the rest of us, I’ll never say a bad word about Nuala again.”
Alex pursed his lips as he considered the proposition, then nodded firmly. “You’re on.”
Nolryn smirked and tapped Mongrel’s flanks, urging the horse to the top of his run-up. “Poor foreign bastard,” he grinned.