#pluviamiles

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pluviamiles

principessadicuori

redheadroyalty

niveusmilitis

littlebluemage

It was one of those glorious days where his magic worked for him. He hummed, walking along the little forest path, as waves of his magic--almost visible, flowed around him. He shouldn't be wasting his strength like this, but he did it anyway, because he wanted to. 

As a tendril of glowing blue magic picked an apple from a nearby tree, and landed it squarely in his hand, he looked every part his title. No one would have guessed him to be usually incompetent with any magic but poisoned magic. 

In his rare joyous mood, he didn't even notice someone else along the path, until he bumped into them. 

"Ah--sorry!" His magic stopped, fading away as it dropped. "I didn't see you there--"

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pluviamiles 

demonbullets 

barrelbari 

demolior 

resistantsoldier 

pridefulheir 

  Training new recruits was always the worst part of his job as the unofficial, but clear leader of his 'little assassins'. Though he wouldn't exactly call these newbies assassins, more like fumbling children. Especially when his boy had very obviously attempted to pickpocket an armed stranger's wallet, and failed.  Damn kids. He had told them time and time again, go for someone less prominent. Now he to deal with the aftermath of a beginner's mistake. The thin male who had been observing from a nearby wall passed an aggravated groan and strolled over. He held an arm out between the stranger and the boy as he stepped between them. With a wave the boy had taken off and left him with the annoyed stranger. "What's the problem?"