Vin slowly opens his eyes. Quickly scrunching his eyelids at the bright sunlight invading his vision. His entire body feels like that time he took a bath in tankard of Ale. He's confused and reflexes feel sloppy.
Successfully opening his eyes, he unsteadily stands up onto his hind legs.
What appears in his vision, bewilders him.
Rubbing his eyes with his hands to rid of any leftover haze, he questions what he sees. He's gazing at structures that aren't castles or even hovels of the poor. He has no idea how to begin describing them.
He was last, adventuring with his group that consisted of elves, a dwarf, humans and a cantaur. His surroundings were lush green, dense trees.
Not this .. this horrid smelling vast stonework that abruptly ends at the structures. In fact, this flooring is as hot as a curvy robust barmaiden or a smoldering elf with a six pack. He yelps as his paw pads feel like they've started on fire.
You see, Vin is a weasel. A long tailed weasel to be exact. He will introduce himself as a polecat. To him, polecat sounds sophisticated and sexy. He has to woo the ladies or the men anyway he can.
Hopping from one foot to the other, Vin grows more perplexed.
Did his group bring him here? Then leave him?
Even though his sense of smell is bombarded by this blasted ground, he can't smell any trace of his group nearby.
Why would they ditch him? Sure, they've complained about hearing his voice too much. They've cursed at him when he climbed inside pants trousers. Or used his tube shaped body to spelunk in a lady's cleavage.
What's there to complain about? It's the ultimate complement.
Vin exhales out a "Hmph."
At least they left him with his magic bag. He clutches onto a rather plain looking brown bag that lay on his hip. It's attached to a strap across his torso and shoulder. He grins lovingly at his object of pride.
Deciding to get away from the span of hellstone under his feet, he drops on all fours and begins to scurry off. Which direction he goes doesn't matter. All he'd like is to find any place better than this.
And someone worth his attention.
** this is my first attempt at writing a story about Vin.
I'll welcome any feedback.
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AdventureVin lived in a mystical World where some animals can speak. He is an overly confident weasel who never shuts up. Also has a habit of flirting with absolutely anyone. He wakes up one day in an entirely different World than his own. He has no i...
