H:tLJ drabble. Also: sex.

[marycrawford]

H:tLJ, rated G, 100 words. Challenge: "Hour of the Wolf". Crossposted to herc_xena100.



Twilight

The overgrown ravine was getting gloomier with every echoing footstep. "My grandmother called this the hour between dog and wolf," Leukestas muttered, glancing dubiously at the scruffy-looking pair he'd hired to guard the convoy. "Too dark to tell friend from enemy. And here we are, perfectly positioned for an-"

"Ambush!" yelled the smaller guard, whirling to stand back to back with his companion as six badly-dressed bandits smashed through the underbrush.

Two hundred heartbeats later, Leukestas sheathed his unused sword, staring. "Who are you?"

The smaller man - Iomus? - grinned. "Wolves?"

His partner elbowed him.

"Friendly ones?"




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After a pet peeves in fanfic discussion over in roo2's LJ, I decided to try and use epithets instead of proper names for this drabble, to see if I could make it work somehow.


In other news: I had a wonderful time this weekend, but am too tired (four meetings today, one of them three hours long) to talk about the '100.000 Years of Sex' exhibition at the Drents Museum, which I visited with halimede and science_vixen.

Here's a hint, though: erotic oil lamps! Fish bladder condoms! Perforated thongs and golden penis sheaths! Gorgeously unselfconscious men and women frolicking about!

There. Now go read Halimede's rather more coherent post, or Science Vixen's related post featuring the Mysterious Bog People of Doom.