TBATE - Havaca Rises

Chapter 40.5 - Beast Taming 101

Regis's Corner Office {Non-cannon, just for fun}

"Hello dear readers, you may be wondering what was so funny about Art's beast tamer joke, right?" the fiery mutt smirked. "Well, I'll tell, ya..."

"YOU MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT!" an angry Arthur yelled as he stormed the room.

"Mr. Leywin, please control yourself, this is a public and professional space," Regis drawled. "Besides it's not that bad," he assured as he activated the secret 'Shush-a-nator' effectively silencing Arthur.

"Now where was I?" he mused as Arthur forcefully evicted by animated 8-foot-tall golden statues of Regis. "Ah yes! I remember it was back when he was still staying at Elenoir. Arthur and the Misses went to visit a newly opened petting zoo; wandering around for a couple of hours the kids enjoyed a multitude of treats and exhibits, then it finally came time for the grand late evening show," he chuckled.

"The announcer, an old ass geezer with male pattern baldness and a top hat came up on stage and gave a grandiose speech detailing the dangers of the animals and beast that they work with. The crowd enraptured by his words came under his scrutinizing gaze. Up, down, left, right his eyes darted about, searching for a helper. For you see the man had a special ability, a quirk if you will. He was able to sense one's affinity towards beast taming," Regis told before stopping to re-adjust his tie. "These damn things are so bloody uncomfortable," he muttered.

"The old elf's eyes eventually landed on one Arthur Leywin, 'Oh my, it seems as though the Young Lord has a knack for beast taming. Please Young Lord, come to the stage' he yelled as the crowd cheered egging the young hero on. With some encouragement from his childhood friend, Arthur made his way down to the stage to the applause of many. 'First I would to extend my gratitude for the Young Lord has done for us elves,' he said with a bow, 'And now I would like to introduce you to a hippogriff! This magnificent creature only lets a very select few near it. Go on, slowly approach the beast. That's it, stand right there Young Lord, and slowly bow while maintaining eye contact. Hippogriffs only let those who they deem worthy to get near them however no one is quite sure what the exact requirements are however if one were to treat a hippogriff with such high respect, they almost always pass the test,' the aged elf said. Moments passed as the creature examined Arthur but to everyone's surprise, the hippogriff not only returned the bow but also got on its knee showing true subservience. 'Marvelous! As expected from our famed Young Lord, even the creatures of the forest know of his great deeds!' the elf yelled."

"'Now, this is the first time in a long time someone other than myself and my oldest colleagues has been deemed worthy enough to ride such a marvelous creature,' the aged elf said with his hands clasped and a look of pure joy etched unto his face. Striding towards the creature with the grace of peacock, the Young Malfoy heir *cough cough* wrong story, my bad; the Young Lord then mounted his winged steed and took to the air, soaring through the skies like an F1 fighter jet pilot on a sugar high."

"Like an F1 fighter jet pilot on a sugar high? Was that really the best you could come up with?" Sylvie interrupted as she took a sip of her ginger tea.

"Should I silence you as well?" the fiery narrator asked as he was about to push the activation button. With a burst step, Sylvie grabbed the controller and activated the self-destruct function before jumping out of a window and opening a parachute with her face printed in the center. "CURSE YOU SYLVIE THE DRAGONIAN!!!" Regis croaked as everything went boom and an agent S jingle played in the background before everything went boom.  Seriously how did Doofenshmirtz have enough to repair his building after each episode?

Anyways, after continuous mining, our narrator rebuilt his castle fortifying the walls with obsidian, with his home back to its former glory our cheerful and not annoyed narrator resumed his tale.

"Continuing from where we left off, after landing the crowd erupted in cheers at the spectacular display of courage and finesse. 'Well done, well done,' the aged elf applauded. 'Considering the Young Lord's natural talent why don't we skip the beasts and head straight over to the Nundu,' the elf gleamed as fans cheered."

"For those of you who don't know a Nundu is a beast that resembles a leopard and has a mane of spikes. It also has a poison breath that it releases when it feels threatened." Regis explained. "Oh, its fur is also a dark brown almost black color."

"'The Nundu is a ferocious beast that has been known to wipe out entire villages at a time, during the beast era,' the aged elf said. 'After successfully capturing an infant, we were able to tame one, but only those with the highest affinities towards beast taming are able to approach the vile yet awe-inspiring creature. Upon seeing our Young Lord's previous performance, we thought that he could be one of those lucky few to tame and interact with a Nundu,' he said dragging Arthur to a cage that was covered in chains and ancient runes. The beast bellowed roar as the gates holding him captive were slowly opened."

"'Now, stand still and do not back down,' the old elf said as a five-foot-tall leopard-like creature made its way towards them. 'Just let him come to you and your natural affinity will do the rest' he advised. *Chuckles* Usually that would be the case for someone who actually has the taming affinity. You see what the old elf sensed in Arthur wasn't an affinity for beast taming but a fraction of the power contained within his beast will. The reason the hippogriff bowed to Arthur wasn't that he was deemed worthy but because the griff had feared should she refuse Arthur may have mercilessly thorn her apart according to the law of the jungle. So, when the young Nundu sensed the power hidden within Arthur, its flight mechanisms activated, drenching Arthur in a sickly green thick blob of goop then it kindly decorated him with an assortment of various porcupine-like quills."

"Dead silence haunted the stadium as everyone looked on in horror, fearing the worst. 'Well, that's bloody disgusting' Arthur said subtly using sound magic so that everyone could hear him as he began plucking quills as if were nothing. Walking to the back-rooms Arthur managed to hose himself off but nothing he did could get rid of the foul smell. After a long ride back to the castle, squeals of delight and the sound of high pitch laughter filled the castle as Arthur was forced to be submerged in a special red bath and covered in green ointment wherever he was pricked by a quill. For several days the hero's skin was stained red with pale green blotches much to the amusement of one elderly and one young elf," Regis finished his tale with a grin.

"I, of course, would have added to the teasing but I was threatened to have my aether cut by 50%; honestly, what the hell happened to free speech!?" he yelled as the cameras panned out.