Its tongue lolled to the side through a menacing grin, lumbering forward it even appeared to swagger.
“You pulled the mimic?”
Mythril nodded, a blush of shame.
Strum raised her lute, bringing the instrument to her chest, she sighed, “I, too, am a slave to the booty.”
Above is my take on Kat’s Tuesday photo prompt challenge. I’m looking for reasons to write and this seemed like a fun one! I’ve used characters from the LitRPG I was working on rather than creating new ones. If you haven’t played D&D, MMOs, or RPGs in general, the concept of a mimic chest might not mean much – I’m not sure if it appears in other films or books! So I’ve included a picture of a mimic as well as the chest for the photo prompt.
Here is the photo prompt chest:
Below I’m posting my prefered version, which is over the 280 character limit. Vuhuu!
Its tongue lolled to the side through a sharp-toothed grin, lumbering forward: three steps, four – it even appeared to swagger.
“You pulled the mimic?”
Mythril nodded, a blush of shame.
Strum raised her lute, “I, too, am a slave to the booty.” She sighed as she brought the instrument to her chest, “We’re all a slave to the booty.”
Arbie xxxx
Arbie Krae 