Yes yes! Now it's my turn to start a drabble- series. Lol. I think it will be good for me as a writer to answer some challenges so I am going with the Heart of Camelot's writing challenges. :) I hope you like them!
Challenge: An Interesting Use for a Scarf
Category: Gen (canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Merlin, Arthur
Rating/Warnings: K
Word Count: 296
It had become a rather common task and -oddly enough- one that Merlin didn't find himself loathing. He hated hunting, sure. But for some reason training Arthur's dogs to hunt was somewhat enjoyable. Cariad and Llywelya were a few of the finest examples of their breed with lithe legs, white necks, and classic white-tipped tails.
Merlin sat huddled back against the cold stone of the palace, looking up at the towering structure above him. The alcove was a nice cool reprieve from the hot sun of summer, and he shivered as the back of his bare neck brushed the stone. He stayed for several minutes, which seemed much longer in the absence of having anything to do. Just as he thought his feet would fall completely to sleep he heard the distinct baying of the fox hounds.
The large animals shot around the corner and tackled him to the ground, Llywelya attacking his face instantly with her tongue. After fighting to his feet, he saw Arthur jogging to a halt, a bright smile on his face.
"Fastest yet," said the king happily. Cariad pranced over to the king, and Merlin couldn't help but notice a bit of faded red cloth dangling from his mouth.
Now having no access to the servant's face, Llywelya dashed to her brother's side, clenching her teeth over the small bit of cloth and yanking on it with a growl. The two began tugging back and forth, grumbling playfully and their tails whipping back and forth like white flags.
"That... that's mine!" cried Merlin, suddenly looking to Arthur. "You're supposed to scent them with it, not give it to them!" Arthur merely shrugged. Merlin took off after the dogs, but the king knew they wouldn't soon give it up.