Adventures in Interning: Kaytlyn Red Riding Hood

“Now remember, go straight to granny Maude’s house, then come straight home,” Kaytlyn’s mother reminded her daughter. The matron, Clydesdale, held a basket of clothes she had made for her elderly friend. Granny Maude wasn’t Kaytlyn’s grandma but a family friend with a grandmotherly way about her. “Also, wear the new red cloak I made for you. It’s a little chilly outside.”

 

“Will do, Mom,” Kaytlyn smiled as she pulled the scarlet cloak on. As the fennec pulled the hood over her head, her ears popped out, the ear holes cut especially for her. “I’ll go straight there, then come straight back.” With that, she took the basket of clothes and left the house.

 

Drakethorpe was a safe place for Kaytlyn to wander around by herself, but Granny Maude’s small cottage lay outside the walls to the west. This task wasn’t one the young fennec finished on her own in the past, but Kaytlyn had been diligent in her druid training and had her mech suit on the off chance a monster made its way this close to the city. On a day as lovely as that one, it was hard to imagine there could be any danger out there.

 

“Well, aren’t you a cute little foxy,” a voice snarled as a giant wolfman in shredded clothes stepped out from behind a tree. Kaytlyn looked up from a flower she had stopped to sniff and wrinkled her nose. This man smelled terrible and looked like trouble. “What have you got in the basket there?”

 

“That’s none of your business. Now, please step away so I can be on my way,” the sandy-furred fox girl insisted, taking a step back. Her hand reached into her purse and gripped Brick Brick. A well-placed hit would take him down long enough for Kaytlyn to make her escape. “I’m warning you. I’m a Harvest Druid.”

 

“Then you must have a tasty treat in your basket for a hu-,” a well-swung brick to the face dropped the big evil wolf man when he put his drooling maw in front of the fox in red. Kaytlyn summoned strong thorn vines using her druid magic and bound the would-be offender to a nearby tree. Three more wolf men appeared from the trees, howling angrily about their fallen comrade.

 

“Three big muscly wolves against one little fox girl doesn’t seem fair,” Kaytlyn whimpered, pretending to be afraid. Secretly, she was listening to her mech computer telling her how to attack in her ear.

 

“Maybe you should just give us the basket then,” one of the wolfmen offered, to step forward and licking his lips. A brick to his knee, followed by an uppercut as he fell, laid him out.

 

“I meant that it wasn’t fair for you,” Kaytlyn laughed as she slid into an attack stance. “You should’ve brought more of your friends.” The remaining two did not last long against Kaytlyn, Harvest Druid of the Brick. She left them all bound to trees with thorny vines, picked up her basket, and was on her way.

 

A short time later, the young fennec arrived at Granny Maude’s house. The elderly squirrel could hardly believe that such a young fox in a red hood defeated four full-grown bandits like that. Kaytlyn had no trouble on her way home or any other day. The legend spread among the bandit community that it wasn’t worth the bruises and missing teeth to try to attack the fox in the red hood.