#Words of the Wise Bring a Pen and Sword • Drabbles.

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DRABBLE. THE HUNT OF A TRUE MONGOOSE. PART 1.

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“Rikki, Tikki, tsk tsk tsk.”

Rikki couldn’t help but feel his fur bristle at the exchange he knew was about to arise. He had been so excited to meet this other mongoose — The first of some time he had met —  But this one’s attitude was one so staunchly self-important that he could hardly bear it. This was saying much as he was usually one so patient... Chuchundra had been just as pungent on the opposite of the spectrum.

He adjusted the small haul of a dead snake within his grip, bottlebrush tail sweeping the ground. “Yes, Gef?” He prompted.

“Oh, nothing.” The yellower of the two regarded, laid on his stomach with his head propped onto his elbows. “I suppose I shall only starve, is all.”

The building groan within Rikki died away with the inhale and sigh he emitted. “You could hunt too, you know,” He told rather sharply. “Why, you’re so quick —  So invisible and powered —  I’m sure it would be little trouble for you!”

“True, true,” Gef nodded proudly, his bushy tail swaying from side to side, held high within the air. “I am all of those things, aren’t I. But how better to prove our friendship than to have my new friend release to me a portion of his kill? That’s bonding. That’s true friendship!”

“The same could be said of you,” Rikki muttered under his breath irritably. He would have thought he’d proved himself well enough, considering he’d given Gef a fair portion of his last three meals. Then, an idea blossomed rather beautifully into the brown mongoose’s head, and he dropped the snake, sitting up on his haunches,

“We’ll make a game of it. A challenge,” He declared. “If you can catch three prey before the next crow of the blackbird, then we shall be true friends. I will be happy to share one meal a day with you. But you must not use any tricks. You must hunt as a true mongoose.”

“A true mongoose!” Gef scoffed, sitting up to cross his arms. “I am truer to any mongoose and beyond. I do not even need to be full mongoose to be true!”

“No tricks,” Rikki demanded, fiery rubies glaring into the other. “If you use tricks, I shall know through the birds. Then we cannot be friends.”

Gef’s muzzle wrinkled. As much as he would have loved to argue the lack of need for friends, part of him was quite inclined to accept. Just to see the look on Rikki’s face when he outdid himself.

“...I accept! Until the crow of the blackbird.” He stated, starting off on his hind legs. He seemed to remember himself, then, and dropped down onto all fours, scampering into the undergrowth.

Rikki watched him go, then began to tuck into his meal. Finally, a bit of peace.

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[mongccse]

Establishing tags.

Extra Clever • Headcanons.

Turn and Fight! • Rikki.

And I'll Split the Atom! • Gef.

We shan't tell you • Asks.

The obscured faces • Anonymous.

Nicer Homes • Threads.

The Other Freak • OOC.

The 5th Dimension • Promotionals.

Verse I • Merriment of Mongooses.

Verse II • The Chase Begins.

Chittering and Chattering • Interaction Call.

Words of the Wise Bring a Pen and Sword • Drabbles.

PISS WEASEL? • Crack.

Watching the crowds • Dash Commentary.

Send a Letter • Inbox.

A Word from Our Sponsors • Promotional Cards.