Writing Bits: Tarot Meme/The Sun
The Sun:Describe a childhood memory.
Does it have to be a pleasant one? Fine. Childhood memory... uh, oh. As a kid one of my favorite things to do was antagonize these- uh- elentaurs. They had a single antler, hard scaled armour along their backs, horribly sharp hooves, and were a pain in the tail. I've broken more teeth on those scales than I care to count.
Anyway, so there's this one elen, and he was about the same height as me, a little older and an ass. I only bothered them because well, if something is that well-protected it must be tasty under that armour. Yes the reasoning was flawed but, I kept at it. So yes, this one elentaur. I'd keep trying to reach a vulnerable spot (and failing) and it eventually sort of... turned into a mutual maybe-friends thing. With the desire to harm each other.
Now this was about the time humans began to pour out of that portal and settle in our world. I'm not going to re-hash that story since everyone knows it already. So, humans get here and they'd brought these things that kind of looked like elentaurs, Moors, and Ligniquois but with only one toe on each foot. Apparently, someone had thought to change them to resemble a creature from the human's myths.
One day, as I was harassing my poor maybe-friend, Huerin, he stops close to one of the enclosures of these altered things and tells me that those things in the pen with their shiny fur and pointed horns were elentaurs too. I took one look at them with their unprotected bodies, long-faces, that damn horn, and decided that they would be less trouble than my friend.
I slunk close to the pen that night and lifted the latch, gods my sire would have been amused at that, and pulled one out of the pen squealing and thrashing. I didn't have the technique for crushing a throat perfected and suddenly, there were these things (I now know they are called bullets) flying at me. I was stupidly stubborn, it was mine now why were they putting up such a fuss? I eventually had to retreat, bullets stinging my backside, into the woods as Huerin laughed his head-off.
Stupid thing. It's not exactly pleasant but it is a nice-ish memory. I learned a good deal that day, that those things (horses and their changed cousins, unecorns) were delicious and to never trust anything that comes from an elentaur's mouth.
That is how I ended up raiding livestock-pens when Glos found me.
