crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Fursona meme?
WHEN: Nowish
NOTES: Nah

Hello, my friends. And my total strangers.

[ Those are the only two options. Enemies are for other people. Unless someone considers anyone with an Orlesian accent—and not even a particularly noble one, from the vowels—to be an enemy. Or maybe anyone who sounds too pleasant on a Sunday morning. In that case: swords at dawn. ]

I was thinking about how many popular heroes have a sobriquet. The Black Fox, now the Black Hart. The Nightingale.

Now that I am saying them aloud, they are mostly animals.

Setting aside how arrogant it would be to give one to yourself. If you could choose a pretentious epithet for the history books, or one for your friends—

It does not have to be an animal.

[ Yes it does. ]

Comments

[rathercommon]

Not really. It's the story of just about every famous person ever, isn't it? They do something, and they - or people who are interested in them getting power - spin it into something grander.

[cozen]

Oh, yes, of course things are embellished—the giant gets larger, or multiplies, and no one mentions that it tripped into a ravine while the hero ran away in terror. But there still is usually a dead giant somewhere on the road behind him.

To manufacture the story whole cloth, well enough for everyone to believe it and no one to emerge to say his grandmother lives in that valley and there was never a giant, or that that village the giant was meant to be terrorizing burned down a decade before it was saved—that sounds like a full-time vocation.

[rathercommon]

A full-time job, you mean? Yeah. Maybe. Lucky for folks like that they've got the money to hire people to do just that.

[cozen]

I may have missed my calling, then. How well do you think they pay?

[rathercommon]

I suppose it depends on just how dreadful a person you're willing to work for.

[cozen]

Medium dreadful.

[rathercommon]

Brilliant. Then prepare to stuff your morally-compromised pockets full.