defyprovidence‌: 

         “ a gift from your patron, then. ”

         “ i don’t have anything like that…my hexes grant me extra defensive capabilities. ” he waves his hand, gathering shadows into his hands in a simple gesture. “ mine require i be rather close to my enemies, though. you saw how that worked for me. ”

He watched the shadows curl around his hands with interest. 

“I’m rather sure you just picked the wrong enemy. Many of my spells are for range, but I have very little mobility.”

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“Well… dying three times was never my goal in life. Should do it again sometime.”

defyprovidence‌: 

          “ so it seems. ”

          “ you’re a good spellcaster. that move you did initially – when you sent trevor away? quite impressive. ”

He nods.

“Its one of my favorites. The damage comes from seeing the horrors of the plane. Nothing physical. ‘Hurl Through Hell’, curtsy of my Fiend.”

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“ if i admitted that wasn’t the first time i’d had that cast on me, would you be surprised? ”

“Absolutely not…”

“We’re a little worse for wear, it seems.”

1five1two:

Tiny mushrooms growing on a Douglas fir pine cone.

“My dad’s a scalie and your dad’s a furry.”

“Now that sounds more like a comparison then a difference.”

sonofbelmont‌:

“Plenty. Don’t suppose you have much, in a place like this?”

He blew gently on the chili, before taking a bite. It burned his tongue pleasantly, against the tin bowl and fork. 

It was nice.

“Take in vagabonds often?”

He hummed, letting the food cool down a bit more. Causal conversation was in short supply and he wanted to take advantage. “I get a few from the other hunters that frequent the trails. Besides that, only have stories on keeping wild dogs and bandits off the property.”

The question had him hesitate for the first time, rolling over the option to defend himself or explain. “Well… I’m a good judge of character. If a honest person wants to work for shelter and some food then I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

A short pause.

“So sometimes.”

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sonofbelmont‌: 

“Bounty hunter. Hunt down criminals, and take them in for money.”

He leaned his back against the wall, after taking-off the leather, the layers. He shut his eyes against the fire. 

“Can work leather for you.”

“That so?” He looked over with interest, but he didn’t press immediately. He took the food off the heat and poured the rest into two separate bowls. He walked over, handling the other man his promised chili.

“I guess that means you have a lot of stories.” Instead of returning to his seat, he chose the opposite wall of the hunter.

“–And perfect, exactly what I need.”

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sonofbelmont‌: 

Good to have an honest man, he decided. A man who knew something about just wanting a nice place to get out of the cold, desert night. 

He wiped his forehead on the back of his glove, and sat himself down on the ground. Pulling off his leather boots. 

“What kind of work you got around here? Just taking care of the horses?”

“I make metal bits, horse shoes, leather material, armor, and ammunition for the right price.”

He tapped his chin idly before he picked up a spoon, stirring the meal, “I work the farm with some help on the slower days.”

“What do you usually do? For work.” 

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