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goblin with a lantern being careful

#the children

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"Well, as they say,

you can’t herd a cat.”

The Goblin king chuckled and settled back. His palm was roughly the size of Cargen in this form. One stomp and the Cait Sith could be crushed, not that Duvain would do that. He rather enjoyed the Cait Sith. Mischievous and playful. Something he rather enjoyed.

”I would say be careful, though. Dangerous beasties around here.”

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"I’m a tough wee kitty! I can handle myself," he stated, puffing out his white spotted chest with pride. He chuckled and teleported so he was on top of the bat’s head. "Woah! You hae sic’ a view frae up here! I loch ya Mr. Bat Fae!

Cragen sat down on the Goblin king’s head and pawed at the pointy ear like thing to his right. “I’m Cargen. What’s yer nam?” he asked, tilting his head side to side.

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At first, the beast was annoyed at the teleportation to his head. Massive ears flicked when Cargen pawed at them and an annoyed gruff came from the god. But the god understood younger Fae and their inherit need to play, so he bore it as he did with his own children.

"Like me, hm? Perhaps you shouldn't put your faith out there so easily."

He smirked and shifted to glance around. He shoudl just shoot up into the air with the Cait Sith on his head, but he withdrew the idea. Best to not be cruel so easily.

"Duvain." He finally rumbled, a deep role in his deep barrel chest.

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running-on-phoenix:

You’re supposed to give people hope. You don’t, you take it away from them.”

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"Ye are a big bat. Very cool looking large bat! Creepy, but awesome!"

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And said large bat leaned down to get closer to the Cait Sith. The beast smirked and slowly blew a soft batch of air over Cargen.

”And you’re a tiny cat who is far from where he should be.” The bat god rumbled.

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Cargen squirmed under the breath of air and stretched out his muscles, shaking his body as he tried to get rid of the strange feeling.

"Sae wha’ if i’m a wee kitty? Where should I be then? I was jus’ takin’ a stroll," he muttered, sitting and tilting his head, staring up at the large bat.

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"Well, as they say, you can't herd a cat."

The Goblin king chuckled and settled back. His palm was roughly the size of Cargen in this form. One stomp and the Cait Sith could be crushed, not that Duvain would do that. He rather enjoyed the Cait Sith. Mischievous and playful. Something he rather enjoyed.

"I would say be careful, though. Dangerous beasties around here."

#soulstealingcat

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Duvain chuckled, wings spread rather wide as he looked down to the tinier humanoid being.

”Don’t be frightened, child. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He cooed.

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He couldn’t help but stare. He was allowed to stare, wasn’t he? Bloody hell indeed, because that had to be the biggest fucking bat he’d ever seen in his life. Honestly, he’d read the story of the Mothman, all those eye witness accounts, and for some reason, that’s what this giant creature reminded him of.

Was some bridge about to collapse somewhere? Was this an omen?

But oh … he didn’t care; Nobel didn’t care at that moment because he was completely in awe, didn’t care because this creature was …

"You are … gorgeous …” he said, still staring up at his company. “… why would I be frightened of you?”

"… so sorry if I’m trespassing, sir. I didn’t mean to intrude. Just a little turned around, I think. Rubbish with directions, me."

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The god felt a puff of pride in his chest at the sudden exclamation from the psychic. Duvain's wings spread out further and he had a booming chuckle as he felt his back stretch and his shoulders roll. He brought up a large claw and settled it down in front of him before leaning downward so that his large face was closer to the Noel's own.

"Flattering tongue, child. Good thing I have a thing for flattery." He purred and shifted to strike a better pose.

He slowly lowered himself down afterward, reclining into a lazy position to where he was now at eye level with Nobel without stooping.

"I have vast lands that not many think about. Odd, though, for a mortal to have the Sight."

Duvain leaned in closer, massive nostrils finding the young psychic's hair and taking in a deep smell. Human, yes, but there was something else there.

"Have magic in your family, boy? You're no Changeling."

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