Medieval romance eh?
Now that’s a bit of a challenge!
He was no hero, but he was in love.
He was also cunning and resourceful, so his quest for proof of his undying devotion was well within his means and capabilities.
Travelling by night, he weaved his way unseen through buildings, obstacles and barriers of varying size, avoiding the monsters that howled at his passing, eyes that glinted in the gloom and the bright lights that mysteriously appeared in the darkness should he become a little careless out in the open.
His sense of smell alerted him that he was near to his quarry.
He trusted no-one, especially those that appeared harmless when in fact they were on a mission to kill with their poisons and potions.
He dived in, fighting off the vermin determined to thwart his efforts and claim victory. In a frenzy of blood and torn limbs, they slunk away defeated, leaving him to collect his prize and return to his lady. He smiled at the thought of her, his Little Vixen.
As she nursed his pups, he dropped the chicken carcass at her feet, easy pickings from the dumpster behind the takeaway in town, then settled down to lick his wounds.
Aw – True love! We all just want to survive. 🙂
Not exactly medieval, but I followed the guideline suggestions!
This is wonderful! He truly exhibits those qualities of loyalty and caring for his lady.
Thanks Teresa. The animal kingdom has its own sense of honour and loyalties too.