Legend of the Seeker fic: Hawliresh
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meridian_roseTitle: Hawliresh
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing/Characters: Kahlan, Cara, Richard, Zedd
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Prompt: For a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland challenge; create a monster
Summary: It's a cold night, and as the companions huddle for warmth, Richard listens to the tale of the Hawlriresh
Warnings: None
Richard shivered and edged closer to the fire. Kahlan, her blankets wrapped around her shoulders, smiled in sympathy. Zedd kept his hands over the flames until it seemed they'd blister in the heat, then he'd rub them furiously together before resuming the initial position. Even Cara looked miserable and had a blanket tucked over her knees.
"Cold enough for Hawliresh," Zedd muttered.
"For what?" Richard asked.
"They're a tale to frighten children," Cara said.
"No," Kahlan protested. "A Confessor I knew said she'd seen one once."
"One what?" Richard asked, still confused.
"The Hawliresh," Zedd said, in his best storytelling voice, "are creatures that somewhat resemblance horses in shape and size but have no hair or fur, and are white-skinned with a row of spines down their back. Their huge black eyes sit either side of a long muzzle and they have a long, greenish tongue."
Cara rolled her eyes, but made no comment. Kahlan nodded in earnest.
"They are only seen during the coldest of winter nights, for it is said their hearts are made of ice," Zedd explained, "and they can only be killed by thrusting a burning torch into their chests."
"They sound dangerous," Richard said.
"Somewhat," Zedd allowed. "For the most part they are mostly harmless, feasting on snow, lichen, and holly bushes. However they have a developed a fear, even hatred, of humans. If anyone nears them, they utter a deafening shriek and strike out with sharp hooves, shedding their deadly spines in all directions. It is said a spine can take out an eye, or pierce your heart! And you can never outrun them."
Richard glanced worriedly at the shadows of the trees around them. "Why do they hate us?"
"Because we hunted them," Kahlan said sadly.
"Indeed. For the mystical stone it is said lies hidden in their foreheads." Zedd shook his head sadly. "I know not if it is true, but the story is that a stone from a Hawliresh's head can bring great wealth and power to one who wields it. None who seek the stone have lived to tell the tale in many years and few Hawliresh remain – though on nights such as this, who knows what one might see."
There was a howl, far away, and probably a wolf. Nevertheless, Richard was glad of the Sword of Truth and his companions around him. It wasn't just the chilly winter wind that was making him shudder.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing/Characters: Kahlan, Cara, Richard, Zedd
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Prompt: For a
legendland challenge; create a monsterSummary: It's a cold night, and as the companions huddle for warmth, Richard listens to the tale of the Hawlriresh
Warnings: None
Richard shivered and edged closer to the fire. Kahlan, her blankets wrapped around her shoulders, smiled in sympathy. Zedd kept his hands over the flames until it seemed they'd blister in the heat, then he'd rub them furiously together before resuming the initial position. Even Cara looked miserable and had a blanket tucked over her knees.
"Cold enough for Hawliresh," Zedd muttered.
"For what?" Richard asked.
"They're a tale to frighten children," Cara said.
"No," Kahlan protested. "A Confessor I knew said she'd seen one once."
"One what?" Richard asked, still confused.
"The Hawliresh," Zedd said, in his best storytelling voice, "are creatures that somewhat resemblance horses in shape and size but have no hair or fur, and are white-skinned with a row of spines down their back. Their huge black eyes sit either side of a long muzzle and they have a long, greenish tongue."
Cara rolled her eyes, but made no comment. Kahlan nodded in earnest.
"They are only seen during the coldest of winter nights, for it is said their hearts are made of ice," Zedd explained, "and they can only be killed by thrusting a burning torch into their chests."
"They sound dangerous," Richard said.
"Somewhat," Zedd allowed. "For the most part they are mostly harmless, feasting on snow, lichen, and holly bushes. However they have a developed a fear, even hatred, of humans. If anyone nears them, they utter a deafening shriek and strike out with sharp hooves, shedding their deadly spines in all directions. It is said a spine can take out an eye, or pierce your heart! And you can never outrun them."
Richard glanced worriedly at the shadows of the trees around them. "Why do they hate us?"
"Because we hunted them," Kahlan said sadly.
"Indeed. For the mystical stone it is said lies hidden in their foreheads." Zedd shook his head sadly. "I know not if it is true, but the story is that a stone from a Hawliresh's head can bring great wealth and power to one who wields it. None who seek the stone have lived to tell the tale in many years and few Hawliresh remain – though on nights such as this, who knows what one might see."
There was a howl, far away, and probably a wolf. Nevertheless, Richard was glad of the Sword of Truth and his companions around him. It wasn't just the chilly winter wind that was making him shudder.
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