You know the drill. Tortall's not mine. But…I don't use any of Tammy's char's, so maybe my as-of-yet-unnamed main character is mine? or is he not because he lives in Tor- Oh, just don't sue me.
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Creatures of the Underworld
A Meal Unattended
There I crouched, hidden under the table of the racy bar, doing what I could to snatch but a few bread crumbs. But my eyes lay on the prize. There it was. Just sitting there. Unattended. Glistening with moisture - A whole chicken. A roasted chicken. The dream of a street child's stomach. They were all by the piano, crowding around that new girl. Yeah, the one with pretty gold-platinum hair.
So I just stood up. I stood up, walked over, shoved the whole chicken - the whole thing, even the carrots and little red potatoes surrounding it on the platter - into my rucksack. They didn't notice! Not one of them. I felt so accomplished. Such a meal I had not dreamed of since…Ever.
And I walked out. Like it was a dream. Far too good too be true. It could never last. I knew it wouldn't.
And it didn't.
A man stormed from the bar, catching my by the arm and dragging me off to an alley.
"No!" I pleaded "I didn't mean to! I didn' think no one was gonna eat it! Really I didn'!" I struggled to make my escape but resistance was futile. So I let myself be dragged along, like a rag doll as all thoughts of a savory dinner were banished from my mind.
I cowered as I was thrown into a corner, "Please don'!" I continued to beg.
The shadowy man looked me over and raised an arm…To pick up a crate and place it on the ground to sit on.
I was bewildered. Utterly confused, I was.
"Now boy," he started and I shrunk back.
"Where in Tortall did you learn to make such a grab like that?"
Please Review? Please?
Creatures of the Underworld
A Meal Unattended
There I crouched, hidden under the table of the racy bar, doing what I could to snatch but a few bread crumbs. But my eyes lay on the prize. There it was. Just sitting there. Unattended. Glistening with moisture - A whole chicken. A roasted chicken. The dream of a street child's stomach. They were all by the piano, crowding around that new girl. Yeah, the one with pretty gold-platinum hair.
So I just stood up. I stood up, walked over, shoved the whole chicken - the whole thing, even the carrots and little red potatoes surrounding it on the platter - into my rucksack. They didn't notice! Not one of them. I felt so accomplished. Such a meal I had not dreamed of since…Ever.
And I walked out. Like it was a dream. Far too good too be true. It could never last. I knew it wouldn't.
And it didn't.
A man stormed from the bar, catching my by the arm and dragging me off to an alley.
"No!" I pleaded "I didn't mean to! I didn' think no one was gonna eat it! Really I didn'!" I struggled to make my escape but resistance was futile. So I let myself be dragged along, like a rag doll as all thoughts of a savory dinner were banished from my mind.
I cowered as I was thrown into a corner, "Please don'!" I continued to beg.
The shadowy man looked me over and raised an arm…To pick up a crate and place it on the ground to sit on.
I was bewildered. Utterly confused, I was.
"Now boy," he started and I shrunk back.
"Where in Tortall did you learn to make such a grab like that?"
