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Story: The WitchSlayer
He glared at the Witch again through the window.
They were hunting him, just as he was hunting them.
His glare softened when she came outside to check on him by pulling his wing up through the cage. He let her, knowing he would leave quicker if she knew he was healed.
“Look, Lady Lizard. Your wings are getting better by the hour.”
She kept calling him that, and it grated on his nerves. He was not a girl, but indeed a male.
He was also not a lizard.
He could tell her, call her stupid for not knowing what species he was. But then, he’d be the idiot for revealing that to her, or that he could talk.
She might extract him for parts then like the rest of her vile kind liked to do to his. That’s why he hated her, hated her kind.
Bloodthirsty, power-hungry Witches.
They scoured the land for his kind so they could pull them apart and use their wings, their blood, their scales, bones, horns, tail,anythingto fuel their morbid and sick magic. Even his cock wouldn’t be spared that defilement.
So no, he wouldn’t be telling this female anything. He’d let her believe that he was some kind of strange flying lizard, and hopefully she’d let him go. He wouldn’t abide by his kind’s laws that dictated that he help her or guard her now that she’d saved him. Technically, he had a blood debt to her.
He wouldn’t hold that up for a lowly Witch.
No, his debt would be repaid by him not destroying her house and snuffing out her life permanently on his departure.I also will not tell my kin about her.
Rurik was thankful for her, though.
He knew he’d be dead if it wasn’t for her, or at least still hexed. He would have been a broken creature, fighting off vermin just so he could take his next breath.
His home was too far from here to return to safely without the use of his wings.
He growled again as he remembered the particular curse that had been bestowed upon him. It was to stop him from healing by taking away his regenerative abilities. It also stopped his ability to morph, not in size, but in shape, because of how damaged he’d been.
He wondered if he’d be scarred from what had been done to him. This Witch’s magic might heal him seamlessly if he was lucky, of course, combined with his own.
Fear like he’d never known had coursed through him when she had revealed that he was radiating magic by making him glow. He thought then and there she might grow evil.
She does not seem to care, though.
That had surprised him. Actually, she kept surprising him.
He kept thinking she’d suddenly become vile, turn on him, and because of the size of him, she’d think he’d be at her mercy. Rurik didn’t like being at anyone’s mercy and definitely didn’t like feeling weak.
If they didn’t call him by his current title, they would have called him Rurik the Vicious, or the Destroyer, or the Vengeful. He wasn’t some weak defenceless creature, but a deadly, sharp-toothed soldier. A warrior.
She is a kind soul, though.He crinkled his snout at having to think that of a Witch, but he couldn’t deny it when it was so apparent.
Where is her coven?That was another reason he wasn’t comfortable here.
Eventually, one of her coven Witches might visit her peasant home. This woman might show him to her visitor without knowing what he was and how much value he held to her kind in his body. Then he’d be forced to morph his size so that he could kill them and escape.
He already knew he didn’t want to harm this woman. She wouldn’t be much of a challenge, either.There is no sport in hunting the weak.
He was laying down with his head resting in the palm of one of his front paws, watching the female move the dining table she kept laying him on like some injured baby bird. She pulled a wooden tub to where it had been, and he cringed when she filled the tub with nothing but magic.
He also may not want to kill her because he thought she was pretty.Very pretty,he thought when he watched her disrobe from his perch near the window.
She was more than simply pretty, but he refused to allow himself to think anything higher than that about her. Even when she stripped down to nothing and was facing him in the water, showing him everything she had under that boring dress of hers.
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