DWC June 2026 - Day 5 - Prey / Abundance - Farthing (Kharris)
There, that was the sound. One eye blinked open, while he kept his head down. Naps should only be interrupted for the most important reasons. An ear flicked to hear the noise again: a little raucous, a little out of the ordinary. It was close. The rest of the noisy city was easy for him to tune out in favor of focusing on this one, delightful sound. Water, splashing abruptly, droplets flying, and the sound of something dragging through the surface. Yes. His head lifted and he found his prey.
An elf laughed and turned the reel and braced the pole. She was small. Just a child, not much bigger than his own. Easy.
Off like a streak, muscle exploded into action and launched him across the marble steps of the reflecting pool. He dodged another elf skillfully, his dash nearly silent. He leapt, sunk his teeth into the fish, and landed on all fours with feline grace. He raced off down the street, yanking the fishing pole out of the child’s hands. A surprised child’s startled cry sounded--satisfying!--as the long pole dropped and followed him like a wild-minded feather toy, bouncing over cobblestones for half a block before the line snapped. He knew he needed to continue to run--he never fled, what a ridiculous supposition!--to stretch his legs and work up an appetite for this abundance.
The fish was not compliant, and the tail curled up and smacked him in the face most disrespectfully. He growled and sunk his fangs in deeper. Food should know its place! His tail lashed and he ran harder.
When it was quieter, after a bath, he sauntered away from the remnants of his ill-begotten meal and left the bones for the rats. Tomorrow, he’d come back for them.
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