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Title: Red
Fandom: Welkin Weasels, general series.
Characters:
Prompt: #11: "Red"
Word Count: 100 according to Word
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Rated for a little blood.
He rinsed his paws and face, wiped his body with a wet cloth, and dropped the cloth in the basin. The water was tinted red.
He slipped into his red silk robe. It gleamed and flowed around him like a waterfall of blood.
He entered the chapel. The sun was setting, painting golden streaks across the floor, across his face. He glanced out of the window, smiled as he saw the scarlet shade of the sky. The cross gleamed crimson.
Torca Marda stood in the chapel, clad in red, beneath a red sky, surrounded by the hue of his profession.
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Title: Blue
Fandom: Welkin Weasels, general series.
Characters: Scirf/Mawk.
Prompt: #15: "Blue"
Word Count: 100 according to Word
Rating: G / U
Author's Notes: Implied slash.
The endless blue got to you quickly. Sea and sky, sprinkled with white foam or clouds, blurred together. The sun blazed down and bounced up in sharp glints, burning your eyes either way.
"Once we're home, I never even want to see a puddle again," Mawk groaned. "Can you get enough water from eating lettuce?"
Scirf chuckled. "Don'tcher hate lettuce? It's not so bad 'ere. Pretty colours."
Mawk sighed, started to speak, but paused.
Scirf's eyes were reflecting the blue, laughter-lined, merry as always, bright in his salt-crusted face.
"Maybe," Mawk muttered, blushing and staring at the deck.
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Title: Brown
Fandom: Welkin Weasels, general series.
Characters: Poynt.
Prompt: #17: "Brown"
Word Count: 100 according to Word
Rating: G / U
Author's Notes: Some phrases stolen from "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat".
There was no crash of drums or flash of light when it happened. As he knelt before the human king and queen, all he felt was a shiver in his fur - the remnants of some old magics starting to drain from Welkin with the homecoming of its lords, he guessed. When he opened his eyes, his ermine coat had flown from sight, and he stood before the monarchs in his summer pelt.
Thinner and slightly coarser than his plush ermine fur, oddly itchy after so long without it. And plain brown; dull as mud.
Actually, he felt a lot better.