1Kinnan, Boy Wonder
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
An Ikorian poacher picks the wrong bonder to mess with.
"I'll get to you in a minute! Chew or we're all in for indigestion!"
"Are you Rethel?" an arrogant, tough-sounding character snarled.
The prodigy tied up his feed pouch, recognizing the instantly odious garb and horned helm of an Indatha poacher.
Readying himself for a fight (or projecting his best idea of how that might look), he slid his glove to the bottom of the pulley-roped staff/grasper he carried. It wasn't a weapon in the traditional sense; not the sort that could puncture the epidermal layer of a goriak, anyway. More a stylish accessory to the bright colours he wore and the wild dyed blue and green curly hair he kept. A big stick swung freely to trumpet how badass he was.
'cause that was what he was. BADASS.
But against a person, he could use the pole to whack them to a pulp.
"Astounded you know my real name. It's the one detail about myself I try not to market. Call me Kinnan!"
"Whatever you call yourself, move your overweight butt aside! I've a bounty to collect!"
"A bounty?"
"On that gnarr there!"
"Sorry, she's not quarry."
"Wretched bonders! Sympathizing for the monsters…You creature cosplayers make me wanna puke!"
"Well, you're a light through Zagoth's foliage, aren't you?"
"What are you? Twelve? Boys your age shouldn't wear capes!"
"I'm fifteen, meatsack. You have," he sucked in a breath deliberately, "no chill."
"Won't warn you again, kid."
"Tell me, do all normies act this old or is it just you?"
"Here I thought druids were friendly. Your mistake, sassmouth." The hunter unsheathed a machete.
"Oh, I'm friendly, all right! Lots of friends!" Kinnan plunked a tusked boot onto its saurian inspiration's snout. "Look around these woods! I'm best friends with a flying manta, a boar dinosaur, a cat beast, and about ninety-seven others! Just try and mess with me!"
