fic update: fugitive
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I have stolen an hour-long break this morning to rest my sore jelly muscles and post a chapter of Fugitive. We finally meet the mysterious hunter.
chapter 4, on AO3
“A Witcher,” Sandro said. “What, like– like your White Wolf?”
“Well, it’s fairly obvious this isn’t him,” Jaskier said. “No offense, of course, friend, but nobody would call you a white anything.” There was a reason Axel hadn’t worried about his skin catching the firelight, to put it mildly; he was of an excellent coloration for night-hunting. “And that medallion is certainly not a wolf, though I’m not sure what animal it does represent. If you know who I am, you could introduce yourself, to be polite.”
He sounded so calm and icily composed: his Wolf was certainly nearby if he was so calm, but it was too late to run. Should’ve waited until they hit a city, to level the advantages, but too late now.
“Axel,” he said, “of the School of the Cat. I assume your Wolf is waiting nearby, and so perhaps I should address my apology to him instead?”
“I assure you,” Jaskier said, “I am a more receptive audience to apologies that are due to me, thank you very much.”
“Well,” Axel said. “Then I apologize, because the old man told me only the name he gave you, and never once hinted that you were the Toss A Coin kid.”
I have stolen an hour-long break this morning to rest my sore jelly muscles and post a chapter of Fugitive. We finally meet the mysterious hunter.
chapter 4, on AO3
“A Witcher,” Sandro said. “What, like– like your White Wolf?”
“Well, it’s fairly obvious this isn’t him,” Jaskier said. “No offense, of course, friend, but nobody would call you a white anything.” There was a reason Axel hadn’t worried about his skin catching the firelight, to put it mildly; he was of an excellent coloration for night-hunting. “And that medallion is certainly not a wolf, though I’m not sure what animal it does represent. If you know who I am, you could introduce yourself, to be polite.”
He sounded so calm and icily composed: his Wolf was certainly nearby if he was so calm, but it was too late to run. Should’ve waited until they hit a city, to level the advantages, but too late now.
“Axel,” he said, “of the School of the Cat. I assume your Wolf is waiting nearby, and so perhaps I should address my apology to him instead?”
“I assure you,” Jaskier said, “I am a more receptive audience to apologies that are due to me, thank you very much.”
“Well,” Axel said. “Then I apologize, because the old man told me only the name he gave you, and never once hinted that you were the Toss A Coin kid.”
