The Hunter
It’s been a few days since you had been taken in by Blurred and life is as good as it gets. It seems that, as you had suspected, they are a magician and a powerful one as it is, getting numerous clients orders and jobs.
After having three different persons you had never seen before in your life (one of which had scales on his body and looked like a human lizard) bend over saying aww and petting you, you have walked to the bathroom and had found out that, yes, indeed, you were a bit too fluffy and wide-eyed for even an average puppy. You had never imagined that the power of cuteness was so great, but you glad it had been placed within your tiny paws.
The day where you meet Arch for the first time is a day like the few that had come before. You eat breakfast with Blurred, who ends up rushing out because they are late for their first client and you have to be a little careful because the plated tend to clean themselves without really considering who is in the way. You got smacked the first time and you don’t want to repeat that experience.
When you come out of the kitchen, you hear some voices down below in the workshop and guess that there is someone with your master. It’s not very important. You hop and zap down the stairs at the same time. Your short legs make it a bit hard for you to walk as fast as you used to but you can compensate with teleportation. You got better at it after a little practice, and you are not sure but it seems like you can go slightly further as days pass and you keep this form.
You pause when you arrive in the entrance. There is someone there, someone who is stranding alone in a dark red coat and with a hood over their head, looking out the window. He turns to you when you enter and eyes you suspiciously.
He has a rugged appearance and a scar on his right cheek. His skin is dark, almost black, but his features seem to be western, giving an almost alien effect to him. His eyes are dark too, black to the point where he give the impression of only having some white and a pupil. He strands high above you, not as high as Blurred but still pretty much, and carries what appears to be a long staff on his back that pokes out over his shoulder.
He takes a step towards you and you feel that you aren’t that courageous. You back up and whine a little. You are by no means a coward, but there is an aura around him that is menacing enough to make you flinch, not to mention that he is way bigger and stronger then you. In addition to that, you have the impression that you have already seem him before… even if you can’t place where it was.
Seeing your reaction, he kneels and takes out his hood. Long, sharp ears poke out and you conclude that it must be the first elf you see in your life. His hair is tied back in a short braid that flashes briefly when he turns his head to the side, looking in the direction of Blurred’s workshop.
His eyes are as unreadable as dark pools when he looks back at you. A gloved hand emerges from his large coat and presents itself to you, offering you to get familiar with his scent. You hop closer and take your chances. As expected, you don’t find anything of much interest. Leather, earth, wood and a metallic taste you hope isn’t blood tickle your truffle. Well, at least he doesn’t want to hurt you, if he gives you his hand… Even it is covered.
You look up in his eyes once more and you take a step back. Yup, still not trusting him.
Written by Clayem on 09 April 2016