Retrieve Astray 🗸

Everyone in this entertaining story has an English accent.

     Hours upon hours had passed by with Seteker sitting in silence on the plush settee, barely listening to Master Cadogans' ramblings of rare plants. It wouldn't have been as bad if the older Warlock had stayed on topic for more than a few minutes at a time rather than babbling on about an experience he had had with each Earthly potion ingredient relating to said plant. It only served to exasperate the blonde and push his attention elsewhere due to boredom.

     The younger Warlock allowed his heavy-lidded gaze drift from his mentor to the window, his nearest exit, the Master reminiscing about the time he had visited Venice and tempted an incredibly powerful Succubus with a rather potent and rare Tree-Leaf potion.

     If he were fast enough, he could slip away unnoticed by the babbling Master, who seemed distracted by his own tale.

     Brushing his mid-length hair behind his ear and emptying his mind of all distracting subjects and his boredom, Seteker raised his hands to about chest-height, rubbing his palms and fingers together while beginning to mutter softly in old Latin under his breath. Only moments later did he feel the slight shiver of cold air wash over him, a telltale sign of his success in his spell.

     Uttering another in a slightly different variation of Latin, another cold waft blanketed him. Setek blinked his eyes open, tilting his head towards the body length mirror attached to the wall. He cautious lifted himself from his seat, noting that his mirror-self did not, in fact, copy him, but rather, he remained in his seat.

     Smirking to himself, he turned away from his invisible reflection and admired his fake-self, the illusion holding strong. It seemed completely real from his perspective, a mirror image of himself watching his Master with his full attention.

     Proud of his perfect incantation outcome, Seteker swiftly spun on his heel and silently skipped towards the open window, slipping between the square frame with ease and stepping out onto the windowsill. He inched his way onto the roof of their rather expensive Bungalow and hopped over the edge, uttering a one-word spell that nulled the pain and or impact between himself and the front yard.

     Almost as soon as his boot soles made contact with the zigzag rock pattern of the fenced front, Seteker jogged towards the metal fence-entrance, vaulting over it with grace and then quickly making his way down the wide steps towards the pavement and road.

     To his preference, Cadogan had purchased a building on the side of a large Valley mountain overlooking a large, dismal and packed city. Darkness regularly took over, the days being far shorter than the nights as the land and planet consisted of nocturnal creatures and others that enjoyed the dark rather than the daylight, Warlocks included. And the hues that shone in the night had a very appealing appearance, blues and deep purples lighting up the large buildings and bustling streets and avenues.

     Soon, Seteker eased from his speedy jog to a leisurely walk, finding himself passing between the large buildings rounding the large, dark outskirts city where there weren't as many people. They grew taller and taller the deeper one ventured, a large neon blue and orange building standing in the centre.

     He had never ventured that far, nor will he from what his Master had explained. Many creatures called the city home, but the most dangerous and deadly gathered there, ones that even Cadogan refused to acquaint himself with. From what he had been told, they were worse than even Werewolves and Vampires, both of which lived along the outskirts, much like many other Warlocks.

     Speaking of Vampires...

     A frown drew across Setekers' brow, his stride slowing to a halt as he saw one stalking through the threshold to a dark lane. She seemingly had a predatory posture as though she were closing in on prey, and the growl that did not come from her served to confirm his assumption. Though Vampires never fed on wolves, in this case, she seemed to make an exception to their rules.