August 14, 2014
Giatolo the Sell-Sword (A Trashling Tale)
Cardboard crunched. Giatolo drew his twin blades and kissed bone charms made by Tu-va-illa herself.
Green eyes glowed in the shadows—the beast killing the Mouse-Herders' flock. A grey tomcat launched itself at Giatolo. Teeth snapped so close that he felt its hot breath. His blades flashed. The cat snarled and batted him to the dust.
The grinning beast grabbed him by his mouseskin vest and tossed him into the air. The sell-sword laughed, somersaulting and landing on the cat's back.
His blades sang until the tomcat ran off howling. Giatolo chuckled and gathered severed whiskers to re-string his lute.