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Zeke has to decide which is worse, a sore and aching backside, or sore and aching legs. Coal is a good beast for what he does, but what he does is dig a swayback spine in between Zeke's legs and grind his nethers to mush on his withers.
"What are you doing?"
"You're not allowed here demon caller!"
Zeke sighed and pinched his nose. "Decimate is not a demon! He's a chimera and my familiar! I'm a Wizard!"
"A dark Wizard!"
"Well... yes, but *also* a Light Wizard. Really. I can do both!"
"You've come to eat our children! It's the end times!"
"No! That's illegal! I'm a LEGAL Wizard! I'm from the Akademy!"
"There's no law what says eating children is illegal." The town Witch pointed out, rather unhelpfully in Zeke's opinion.
"Well, no, but it's illegal to murder a child and eating one accounts to the same thing. We aren't living in a fairy tail after all."
"But if'n the child was alive when it got ate, and died on the inside o' the beast, then that's natural causes, not murder."
"How is that natural causes and *when* did it come to court?!" Zeke asked, flaberghasted.
"Two Winter Nights ago, babe got eaten up by a bear. Alive. Had to have a trial on punishment o' the bear, what with the townsmen being all pussy-wholloped and scared. Lord o' the Land ruled the babe died o' natural causes, on account the bear's stomach was no fit place for liven."
"What happened to the bear?"
"Well he's innocent isn't he? Still out in the woods somewheres I suspect."
Zeke's cloak was made of dyed leather, a gift from Andria he wasn't sure how to refuse. It was long, and heavy, the colors thickly saturated as though painted. He often ended up sleeping in it, or on it, and huddling beneath it when the rain came down.
He wasn't sure how to clean leather of this quality, so he'd simply enchanted it to repel stains and dirt, and mend itself if torn. Not exactly the easiest spells to maintain, but they hardly drained his magic once set.
To be honest, his magic, even when drained by the Serpent's fang, never faltered in sustaining the spells he'd keyed. He knew that Clara was still tending the light house, the purification charms on the wells of RoughStone were working, and his bond to Decimate thrummed quiet life into him.
Curled up in warm musky fur, Zeke ignored the happy trilling that was trying to tear him from his pleasant dreams. Something shifted and rustled, a warning sound thrumming under his ear that soothed him. His pillow moved, blankets pulling back, which made him whine and nuzzle into his bed.
A hot, wet tongue started grooming his hair, licking the long ringlets straight and leaving his head damp with saliva. Zeke grumbled, shoving the troublesome muzzle aside. He was sleeping!
"You're naked." Andria pointed out from the door way, smirking as Zeke burrowed into his blankets.
"Sleeping!"
"Naked."
"Sleeeeeeeeeeeping. Go away woman."
"You're naked, in bed, a woman is *right* here and you don't want her to come keep you warm?"
Zeke hissed in frustration. "NO! I want to sleep! Go hump some inbred sheep herder!" He pulled the blanket over his head to try and block out her startled laughter.
"Need more shelves." Zeke sighed, eying the stacks of books threatening to topple and crush Clara. He hated building furniture, carpentry was not his forte. He could, if he had the coin, hire someone to make him the needed storage, but he was down to his last few gold after that long journey to Vainfar. Instead of returning to the Akademy, he'd returned to his home and hibernated. Decimate was happy to be back on familiar grounds, terrorizing the rabbits and snapping up the goats and geese that wandered away from their herders.
Zeke needed that time to center himself. He needed to practice his spells and get used to the new drain of using his staff, now that it carried the Serpent's fang metal.
Most of all he needed time to think and consider his next approach to Decimate's condition. There was so much he needed to know about that night, about the spells Landier had utilized and in what order, so that he could try and undo the horror.
"What are you doing?"
"You're not allowed here demon caller!"
Zeke sighed and pinched his nose. "Decimate is not a demon! He's a chimera and my familiar! I'm a Wizard!"
"A dark Wizard!"
"Well... yes, but *also* a Light Wizard. Really. I can do both!"
"You've come to eat our children! It's the end times!"
"No! That's illegal! I'm a LEGAL Wizard! I'm from the Akademy!"
"There's no law what says eating children is illegal." The town Witch pointed out, rather unhelpfully in Zeke's opinion.
"Well, no, but it's illegal to murder a child and eating one accounts to the same thing. We aren't living in a fairy tail after all."
"But if'n the child was alive when it got ate, and died on the inside o' the beast, then that's natural causes, not murder."
"How is that natural causes and *when* did it come to court?!" Zeke asked, flaberghasted.
"Two Winter Nights ago, babe got eaten up by a bear. Alive. Had to have a trial on punishment o' the bear, what with the townsmen being all pussy-wholloped and scared. Lord o' the Land ruled the babe died o' natural causes, on account the bear's stomach was no fit place for liven."
"What happened to the bear?"
"Well he's innocent isn't he? Still out in the woods somewheres I suspect."
Zeke's cloak was made of dyed leather, a gift from Andria he wasn't sure how to refuse. It was long, and heavy, the colors thickly saturated as though painted. He often ended up sleeping in it, or on it, and huddling beneath it when the rain came down.
He wasn't sure how to clean leather of this quality, so he'd simply enchanted it to repel stains and dirt, and mend itself if torn. Not exactly the easiest spells to maintain, but they hardly drained his magic once set.
To be honest, his magic, even when drained by the Serpent's fang, never faltered in sustaining the spells he'd keyed. He knew that Clara was still tending the light house, the purification charms on the wells of RoughStone were working, and his bond to Decimate thrummed quiet life into him.
Curled up in warm musky fur, Zeke ignored the happy trilling that was trying to tear him from his pleasant dreams. Something shifted and rustled, a warning sound thrumming under his ear that soothed him. His pillow moved, blankets pulling back, which made him whine and nuzzle into his bed.
A hot, wet tongue started grooming his hair, licking the long ringlets straight and leaving his head damp with saliva. Zeke grumbled, shoving the troublesome muzzle aside. He was sleeping!
"You're naked." Andria pointed out from the door way, smirking as Zeke burrowed into his blankets.
"Sleeping!"
"Naked."
"Sleeeeeeeeeeeping. Go away woman."
"You're naked, in bed, a woman is *right* here and you don't want her to come keep you warm?"
Zeke hissed in frustration. "NO! I want to sleep! Go hump some inbred sheep herder!" He pulled the blanket over his head to try and block out her startled laughter.
"Need more shelves." Zeke sighed, eying the stacks of books threatening to topple and crush Clara. He hated building furniture, carpentry was not his forte. He could, if he had the coin, hire someone to make him the needed storage, but he was down to his last few gold after that long journey to Vainfar. Instead of returning to the Akademy, he'd returned to his home and hibernated. Decimate was happy to be back on familiar grounds, terrorizing the rabbits and snapping up the goats and geese that wandered away from their herders.
Zeke needed that time to center himself. He needed to practice his spells and get used to the new drain of using his staff, now that it carried the Serpent's fang metal.
Most of all he needed time to think and consider his next approach to Decimate's condition. There was so much he needed to know about that night, about the spells Landier had utilized and in what order, so that he could try and undo the horror.