: Jax :

“I mean you are a cat right? Not some sorcerer who trapped themselves into the form of a cat, or was cursed into the form of a cat . . . .right?”

His tail starts to twitch in irritation, his ears are lying back a bit on his head and his wings are slightly flexing outward. I think I pissed the pussy off.

“Stop blathering you nitwit.”

Yep definitely pissed off the pussy.

“you are standing in the presence of one of the most powerful familiars in all the realms!” he boasts with his head high and chest out, he is even puffing up his wings.

“No doubt you have heard of the splendor of Merlowins?”

“Um. I uh don’t. hmmmm. Nope.” I shrug as I stammer my reply.

The Cat Meowlwin(?), just stares at me. After a second or so he seems to shrug. “Pity.”

“So ugh, um well. Agh um wa- what um. .*Deep Breath* . . is this?” so eloquent much wow. Way to go dingle dork.

“Hmm? Oh right you are likely a peasant yes? Not used to seeing such wonderous and fantastic sights such as one of the great summoning chambers of the Arcane Collage” he preens to himself obviously pleased he could boast about where we are.

“Ok. For one, I am not a peasant. I happen to be a descendent of a noble house (no seriously, not bullshitting). Two where am I? you said Arcane Collage like that is supposed to mean something. I have no clue what that is (did I get summoned to Hogwarts?). Three, um any way I can get out of here? I really need to pee (like really bad). Four, also I did not mean to insult you in any way or form. I just have never seen anything like you.” By the end of my little speech I have my legs crossed as I try to hold it in.

With a snort and a shrug the damn Cat Merwowin(?). Haughtily lifted his head and started to circle me. Ok I don’t care what he calls himself he’s a fucking Cat. “hmmm,” he . . . mumble-purrs? “I would have thought that the spell that my master made would summon forth something more. . . . impressive.”

Ouch. Also fuck off.

“Who the fuck is your master anyway? And why am I even here.” I try to be imposing but when you really have to pee and your covered in puke. . . . . not the most impressive sight.

“My master is the great conjuration Archmagi Drovak: the Maker of Chains.”

You could hear the capital letters.

“Who?”

He blinks in rapid succession for a few seconds. “He who bound a thousand wild spirits.”

At my shrug his face scrunches up and his hackles start to rise. “The one who made a Demon submit to him, the one who called on and received the aid of a Divine,” he looks at me expectantly. Again all I give him is a shrug.

“I mean seriously, I have never heard of this dude.”

After a few seconds of stony silence, and me fidgeting because of my bladder, he harrumphs and continues to walk around me.

Fuck I need to pee.

“I really need to pee. Can I please be shown to a bathroom or something?” I plead while stepping from one foot to another.

I swear that fucking cat is smiling. “No. you are to stay there till the master is ready.”

Fuck it.

I plant my feet. Reach down into my shorts and pull out my cock. If I can’t go in a toilet or other such thing I’ll just go here.

Ah yes! Sweet relief. I close my eyes while just letting it all just stream out. After a few seconds I hear someone clear their throat. Not bothering to look I hold up a finger. “one sec, almost done.”

“You are urinating on a masterpiece of magic and knowledge, stop now or I will teach you why you should not do such a thing.”

“Sorry,” I shake my head, “can’t stop.”

I feel what amounts to a taser to the stomach. This has the unfortunate side effect of causing me to lose control of my legs and penis. I can feel my piss fountaining out and raining down on me. Though I don’t look it, being a bit of a butter ball, but I can take a shit ton of punishment. Once the shocking stops I roll over onto my knees. Now I’m mad. And just like Hulk, when I get mad I want to smash something. Regaining my feet I run head first toward the source of the shocking. Completely forgetting that I am in some sort of forcefield.

The good news is that I learned that the forcefield has no extra things like frying me to a crisp. The bad news is that it is fairly solid and I am almost sure now that I shit myself. Other bad news is that I think I gave myself a minor concussion.

Night night.

: Drovak :

Hmm. This is unsettling. The first time I lay eyes on the one who is to be my new apprentice, he is covered in puke and urinating on the floor. He is also much larger than I thought he would be. Both in height and girth. He wears what looks to be a shirt, vest and trousers. Though they are like nothing I have seen before. So many pockets.

“You are urinating on a masterpiece of magic and knowledge, stop now or I will teach you why you should not do such a thing.” I calmly state.

“Sorry,” he says with a shake of his head and a grin, “Can’t stop.”

Well, lets see how he takes a minor shock. A first years spell yes, but I don’t want to kill him. With a silent incantation I send the small bolt of electricity directed to his stomach. Gods above know he has enough fat he should be unharmed. With a sputter he falls to his knees and continues to urinate. Though now half of it is going onto him. At least I think it is a male.

Hmm he has more strength then I thought he would have.

“RRAAAGGGG!” with a yell he rolls to his feet and runs towards me.

*thump*

Ooohhhh that had to hurt. I hope he did not just break himself. It would be a waste.

‘Blintx, you did greet him yes?’

‘Yes . . though he is an ignorant savage that did not know how great of an honor it is to be here.’

Well, that explains a few things. I guess now all I can do is wait till he awakens. I don’t want to accidentally kill him after all.