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A minotaur cannot be expected to perform to his best without just a little help. In this tale, redemption has feathers. The scourge of the lowlands is born!
Inspired by
poetigress and the Thursday Prompt, this 365 word tale is purest silliness.
Three skirmishes later, the huge bull sat hunched over a wooden table in the tavern, eyes unfocused, ears drooped, his expression brooding. He scuffed his hooves on the stone floor as he drained another stein of the local brew, using the drink to dull his thoughts. It didn't work.
The last ruckus was with a wandering merchant. The lynx had a duo of muscular elk as protectors and the bull, watching from a rocky outcrop, knew instinctively they would prove no match for his prodigious strength and brutal axe. He waited patiently for the ass-drawn cart to rattle closer then leapt out, brandishing his weapon.
"I am Bull! Drop your booty and flee, or face your doom!"
The challenge was impressive: the elk took several heartbeats to gather themselves before they drew their swords. The bull lowered his head, snorted menacingly and kicked a hoof against a rock, knocking sparks from it. He gave his most vicious battle scowl and charged into the fray.
Of course, it all went wrong again. No matter where he aimed his silver axe the foe managed to dodge away as if they were made of water. They even began to taunt him! It was just like the rabbits before them, or the rats he challenged before that. They bested him. Some minutes later, realising he could not win, he turned tail and ran away.
He supped the last of his ale and sighed deeply. Three failures. His reputation was in tatters. Other highwaymen joked openly about him. He was ruined.
An owl sat down beside him.
"Good day, friend," said the owl, regarding the bull with obvious interest. "You are Bull. I know of you … and I believe you could use my help. I am T.P. Owl, and I am an optometrist. I may be of some assistance."
From that simple beginning, the owl became Bull's firm friend, and provided him with a pair of bespoke eyeglasses that restored his poor eyesight. Soon he was once more the most feared bovine this side of the highlands.
The Legend of the Spectacled Bull was born. For many years he pillaged the land, and he died a happy, wealthy minotaur.
Inspired by
poetigress and the Thursday Prompt, this 365 word tale is purest silliness.oOoThree skirmishes later, the huge bull sat hunched over a wooden table in the tavern, eyes unfocused, ears drooped, his expression brooding. He scuffed his hooves on the stone floor as he drained another stein of the local brew, using the drink to dull his thoughts. It didn't work.
The last ruckus was with a wandering merchant. The lynx had a duo of muscular elk as protectors and the bull, watching from a rocky outcrop, knew instinctively they would prove no match for his prodigious strength and brutal axe. He waited patiently for the ass-drawn cart to rattle closer then leapt out, brandishing his weapon.
"I am Bull! Drop your booty and flee, or face your doom!"
The challenge was impressive: the elk took several heartbeats to gather themselves before they drew their swords. The bull lowered his head, snorted menacingly and kicked a hoof against a rock, knocking sparks from it. He gave his most vicious battle scowl and charged into the fray.
Of course, it all went wrong again. No matter where he aimed his silver axe the foe managed to dodge away as if they were made of water. They even began to taunt him! It was just like the rabbits before them, or the rats he challenged before that. They bested him. Some minutes later, realising he could not win, he turned tail and ran away.
He supped the last of his ale and sighed deeply. Three failures. His reputation was in tatters. Other highwaymen joked openly about him. He was ruined.
An owl sat down beside him.
"Good day, friend," said the owl, regarding the bull with obvious interest. "You are Bull. I know of you … and I believe you could use my help. I am T.P. Owl, and I am an optometrist. I may be of some assistance."
From that simple beginning, the owl became Bull's firm friend, and provided him with a pair of bespoke eyeglasses that restored his poor eyesight. Soon he was once more the most feared bovine this side of the highlands.
The Legend of the Spectacled Bull was born. For many years he pillaged the land, and he died a happy, wealthy minotaur.
oOoCategory Story / Fantasy
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 119 x 120px
File Size 339 B
Well, that is funny. The description of the battle in the middle is really good, it got me going and waiting. It is a little disappointing that the bull decides to draw back. But, the owl made me laugh. Very well done, maybe even a bit random twist. A highwayman who needs spectacles. Yeah... Anyway, very good piece, I enjoyed reading this. Good work.
Thank you kindly. :)
It's probably because it's a fascinating challenge and it takes a big effort to make something coherent in so small a space, especially when I can easily slip to being long-winded. Like now. <heheheh>
I did one, liked the idea and find it's hard to stop now!
It's probably because it's a fascinating challenge and it takes a big effort to make something coherent in so small a space, especially when I can easily slip to being long-winded. Like now. <heheheh>
I did one, liked the idea and find it's hard to stop now!
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