‘Tis WIPpet Day! I have 3 paragraphs for the 30th of July (3 +0 = 3)
I have family in town this week, so I won’t be making the rounds. I WILL make it to all of you who are kind enough to leave a comment, but it will probably take me a couple weeks.
If you’re new around here, WIPpet Wednesday is a weekly game for which participants share snippets of their works in progress. The only rule is to relate the snippet to the date in some way. You can play along or read snippets by clicking here, but before you do, be sure to buy some bananas. You’ll need them for our hostess’ flying monkeys. K.L. Schwengel and her monkeys reside here.
Last week I left Arvid up a tree, surrounded by monsters…
Arvid stared down at the creatures while her heart sank into her stomach and settled there to rile things up. The monsters’ protruding brows sloped into triangular snouts lined with toothy smiles. Straight rows of fringe began a few inches behind their brows to run along their spines down to the tips of their long tails. Broad shoulders adorned with heavy riverstone necklaces topped muscular torsos. Around their waists, they wore goatskin belts decorated with more riverstone to secure their brightly colored loincloths. Sinewy arms stretched down to five-fingered hands boasting wickedly curved claws whereas their flat feet splayed into only three sinister claws. Their scaly skin, mottled or striped in the various muted shades of moss green, stone gray, or sandy yellow, blended one monster into another until telling them apart required intense concentration.
Hoping the creatures might wake up, get bored, and leave soon, she strapped herself back to her branch. Her troublesome thoughts of the night before returned full force, with added concerns. Not only could Oya be lying dead somewhere, or holed up in her own tree, while Kiano readied himself to face the Raven Nation alone, nature was calling with intensity. True, she could handle one of those problems with only minor inconvenience to herself, but surely urinating on one’s captors did not increase the chances of survival.
The tedious morning dragged on beyond human comprehension. The sun’s smile turned mocking and cruel. Arvid scowled back at it, little good it did her, for it only climbed up over her head and beat down on her from there. Below, monsters grumbled in their sleep, or tossed now and then, but never woke and certainly never left. Once she thought one had awaken, but he… she? IT had merely punched another in its sleep. Not all of the monsters enjoyed this cuddly arrangement, then.