#nekroculler

“Because he’s had it good for too long.”

     he gave a grunt when hector bodily fell on him, shifting on the couch so hector wouldn’t just slide into the floor, and fought him for the pilfered snacks for a single moment before letting them go and watching them spill onto the floor and onto the couch. whoops.

           “ what’s the one reason i ever come here? i was bored. you’re entertaining. ”

      he crossed his ankles as he considered how exhausted hector seemed. he could continue making his evening hell, or. . .

He frowned as he stared at his fingers, feeling the black magic spark between his fingers. Recently even his basic spells have been packing a mighty punch, but he’d take any help he could get his hands on.

“Alright, what can you teach me?”

“Here, take my hands.” 

She reaches forward, bringing his hands into her own, keeping his palms up and she can feel the magic at his fingers, a young and fluttering thing compared to her own, but filled with so much potential, it just needed to be honed.

“Currently you are drawing entirely from your own reserves of strength, an inner well of magic. I can show you how to draw from your surroundings, it will allow you to cast for longer without rest. There is magic all around us, in the air its self. or if you feel like you can handle the cost, you can draw from other living things.”

Ash coughed as he set down the vegetables he’d brought from the market. He still felt a twang of guilt for crushing the cabbage patch with the lesser demon’s corpse. “I thought you’d still be out in the woods.” He’d been avoiding the human for a couple of days but now as blue eyes met, he paused, and transformed back into his bird form to hop closer trying his hardest to look .. cute.

It was quiet - almost disturbingly so. Booted feet paced slowly up the dirt path, surroundings of vast trees and dark foliage allowing for nerves to build within the bones of he who wandered with only moonlight to guide his way. He paused, blue eyes glancing around once again, the unease in which was building up within his chest allowing for the wizard to listen fiercely to any movement; rabbits, creatures or otherwise; he was frightened and he was jumpy.  With a racing heart did Howl continue along the path, mentally scolding himself for falling through time or space in order to get where he was, with access to his castle nowhere to be found. Shuffling. It was clear as day coming from the brush! Fear jolted through the entirety of his person, back against the rough bark of a tree;  “Who’s there?!” Ah - how fiercely his voice trembled, fingernails gripping the lapels of his jacket.