Morgane @Morgane@imaginair.es

#MorganeStory

What to do ? Against any opponent it's always good to spend a bit of time observing, but sometimes it's too much and allows them to prepare just enough to beat you. Her opponent started putting a hand on the ground. What for ? She wouldn't leave him time to anything, she would finish it in one heavy hit. From defense stance to charging, trying to close the distance as fast as possible. Suddently, she stops. Not from her own will. Fuck, she understands now. Her opponents is not only a swordman. He's also a mage, and a skilled wind mage. A wall of strong winds stands in her way, her armor making it almost impossible to go through it. She's only half-distance but can't get close.

Meanwhile, her opponent continues to channel what seems to be spells and runes on the ground. She has an idea of what to come. And an idea of what to do. Attack stance, she prepares and succeed a very strong lateral blow, so strong it cuts the wind magic. Her claymore isn't exactly a regular one, and she has the strength to wield it. The wind wall stops, she could charge again, but is skilled enough to know what to do. Arms in front of her limbs and face, claymore protecting her. Just at the right timing. Her opponent does a rush that brings him to the other side of the ring. She can feel her body ringing and sees the marks on her armor. Had she charged, she would be bleeding on the ground. That swordman's sword wasn't normal either, and with the speed, capable of cutting through almost anything. She guessed right, hopefully.

Now she still has to travel half of the ring length, but on the other direction. She has the advantage but who knows what else is to come ? She also herself has some tricks to pull. Didn't expect to use them right now but if she had to... Her opponent seems to canalize some magic again, and she's too far to interrupt him. One solution. She throws her claymore at him, which both surprise him, stopping all his actions except for the dodge he has to do. And it also lightens her enough to rush to him even faster. However, she still is slower than him, and unarmed now. She corners him, now his only solution is to attack. Or maybe he still has an ace up his sleeve ? He takes an attack stance, prepared to slice her as soon as she reaches him.

Right before she arrives to contact, the knight stops. If he takes advantages of speed, she won't give him the advantage of hers. Still, a two-handed sword against her without weapon... hah, good memories. It's not the first time she meets such a situation. He hesitates a moment, too late. She does a step toward him and catches the weapon with her gloves. She's too close for him to do anything, and her armor gives her advantage in such a situation. Her opponent tries to takes off his swords, but she relieves it as she kicks him hard off the battleground.

She won.

#MorganeStory

Heavy armor on, she could feel the weight of it all. She got used to it. Claymore in the hands, two barely enough to lift it. Hopefully she trained for years and is now a renowed knight across all the kingdom. Today is not a fight to death, but she knows well death is always so close she can feel it with every breath she takes. The tournament hadn't been too hard until now, mainly beginners that didn't understood what they were doing. But right now opponents were getting stronger, and her life was at risk. No matter what, she had to win. Life on the line, as always. Giving it all for every fight she had taken in her life.

She couldn't count on her reputation here. Every opponent had accomplished many things, and the most fearful were the unknown ones. This one was of them. Light armor, a two-handed sword light enough to be manied with one hand. It could never pierce her armor, but who knows. And she was definitely not as swift as him. His battle-style was unknown and she couldn't predict what was to come. But if both were in quarters of final, it meant that he was to fear and that she had to take care.

Soon the bell will ring. Announcing the start of the battle. For now, she tried to do her best to observe and deduce anything from her opponent battle-stance. But he seemed quite relaxed, while she was already in a defense stance. No second to lose when your armor is heavy enough to slow each of your movement. The battleground here was a 20m² paved square. Nothing to take advantage of, which changed her of the hunts in the woods.Yet, it was an advantage for a heavy-armored knight like her : no surprise to expect.

Too tense to relax, yet slowing her breathing. She had to be aware of everything. Except the public, silent for now, but that was already forgotten to her mind. Her opponent seemed almost lost in thoughts. Maybe trying to figure out how to pierce her heavy defense. Or maybe too confident in his own strength ? She wouldn't leave him any chance anyways. There were four ways to win the match : kicking the opponent off the battleground, having it surrender, having it uncounscious, or killing it. Fifth ways actually, judges stopped the fight before the death of anyone in many cases. With their spells, they could stop a fatal claymore hit if they wanted to. Maybe they wouldn't have the choice here, she was decided to give it her all.

BONG rings the bells. It has started.

#MorganeStory
Fox spring

Among all the foxes born this year, there was one a bit different. It couldn't be seen in the darkness of the burrow, but its color was a bit... uncommon, for a wolf. It ate few, and didn't grow as much as its siblings. A little fox, but it was ok. Unlike others, it loved to wander outside both in rain and sun, not searching for a place to hide from raindrops. But this little fox wasn't that loved by others, and always felt lonely. The reason ? Its color. A greyish green color of fur that had never been seen before. Other foxes were bigger than it, and hunted a lot of preys. This fox almost never hunted and fed on some fruits or already dead animals.

One day, that fox was alone. All the others had gone far in search for shelter, and this green fox wandered the opposite under a strong raging storm. Enjoying the water, almost bathing in the plains where some centimeters of water were starting to accumulate. Suddently... a small sound ! Too small to be the sound of the storm. Which other animal than that fox could be here under the rain ? After searching the origin of the sound, the fox found it. A small rabbit, alone in a hole starting to be filled by water.

The fox read the fear in the rabbit's eyes, so immediatly, it said : "don't be afraid, I won't eat you". The rabbit looked astonished, but then it focused on the water accumulating more and more on its feat. Being way smaller than the fox meant that if the storm continued, the rabbit would drown ! So the rabbit did something never seen before : it asked the fox for help. The fox, who was really kind, offer the rabbit to get on its back.

This was the only time a rabbit could be seen on the back of a fox (...and a green fox) running through the storm to find a shelter for the rabbit. Once in the forest, the rabbit was all drenched in water, so the fox decided to warm it by sleeping together under a tree's roots. On the morning, the dawn's first rays woke them both and the fox wasn't greyish anymore. It was more of a very clear green, as clear as grass in spring. The fox and the rabbit both took time to discuss a bit and quickly became friends, side by side. The rabbit helping the fox find fruits, the fox defending the rabbit. Quickly, both of them grew a lot in size, and the fox was much bigger than any other fox ever seen. And as spring went, its fur changed. One day, another storm raged on. The rabbit in a perfect shelter, the fox went and enjoyed the rain. Then went back, guarding the entrance to the rabbit's hole.

On the morning, it was the rabbit that woke up the fox. Because now the changes in the fox's fur could be understood. Before were sprout, now were flowers slowly blossoming under a clear sky. It is said that the fox had many flowers of many fragrances on it and that it brought joy and long life to whoever met its path. It is also said, but that is a legend, that the flowers never withered and that the fox is still travelling around the wold, a small rabbit at its side.

#Introduction

I guess I am getting known a bit everywhere on the fediverse but here is a quick introduction (because I don't have much time) about who I am and what I intend to do with this account.

I write a lot of little stories, that I publish on my main account, currently witches.town but that will be soon deleted. So I would like to share those stories on a more... creative-oriented instance and keep them here for people willing to find something to discover !

I write about everything, from nsfw content to child stories, but that's just a hobby. My dream would be to write many books but I would need several lives to write all of those thoughts down.

So here will simply be small (often positive and "feel good") stories. Follow if you want !