Cub to the Rescue | Spicy Chicken au
A special dedication to: @opalwhisker @mojo-chojo
"Shit…" Scar cursed. The alley he ducked into was a dead end. And the other end was already blocked by the thugs. And Scar had no athletic ability. And would rather not kill some lord's thugs, even if he was out of tricks that would get them off his tail. Unfortunately this time, he was quite far from Grian and Mumbo's stomping grounds…
As he pondered what to do, some subconscious part of him send a spark of magic to a sigil at the back of his neck. The sigil was left there by Cub, last time Scar came by avoiding his many troubles, and spurred some questions, mainly from Grian and about how to locate Cub if they could not find Scar. Scar would rather these two don't meet, it would probably end in a good, old-fashioned fistfight… Not something Scar wanted to see - he was quite sure Grian would lose…
WARNING: blood and gore and injury mentions
Scar messed up. He knew he did. At least this time it was because he tried doing something good.
The town he came to was under a rule of an asshole lord who hoarded all the magic to himself and the local population was in need of some basic magic services which he provided at quite the premium price. No cutting corners, full honesty. He was being a good person. But being good, even though it paid well, didn't always end well. In this case it ended with several crossbow bolts stuck in his back, nothing too deep or that a potion couldn't fix. Still rather inconvenient.
Just like a group of three thugs of the lord that were still chasing him… Cub would be so angry he got in trouble so close to his forest…
"Shit…" Scar cursed. The alley he ducked into was a dead end. And the other end was already blocked by the thugs. And Scar had no athletic ability. And would rather not kill some lords thugs, even if he as out of tricks that would get them off his tail. Unfortunately this time, he was quite far from Grian and Mumbo's stomping grounds…
As he pondered what to do, some subconscious part of him send a spark of magic to a sigil at the back of his neck. The sigil was left there by Cub, last time Scar came by avoiding his many troubles, and spurred some questions, mainly from Grian and about how to locate Cub if they could not find Scar. Scar would rather these two don't meet, it would probably end in a good, old-fashioned fistfight… Not something Scar wanted to see - he was quite sure Grian would lose…
When that tiny bit of mana reached the sigil, some distance away Cub felt it, and instantly got ready. The three vex that were hanging around his house were very on board with going along. They all liked Scar and candy he always brought to appease them. Not that he needed it with Cub's mark on him but it wasn't like Cub told him. Even if he was just a humble alchemist, Cub still knew how to teleport.
Scar sat in the mud, the night was very rainy and it was thundering, blinking stupidly at Cub's back. And what a sight he was.
His long braid was a bit messy, and whipped back and forth in the wind. He was missing his coat so his loose and usually billowy shirt was quickly soaked with the rain and sticking to his skin. And, as if the slight glow of the three tiny vex-fairies wasn't making him look hot enough, he was wearing his glasses, as Scar noticed when the alchemist glanced back at him.
"Scar, Scar, Scar," Cub tutted, ignoring the three thugs. "What kind of a mess did you get yourself into this time?" he sighed and pet one of the vex. "You guys hungry?"
"Who the hell are you!?" the biggest thug yelled over the howling of the wind.
"Just a humble alchemist with a few little friends," Cub smiled at the thugs. "And you dared hurt one of my friends, and my little friend's favourite," his pretty face twisted into a mock pout.
Scar watched Cub with wide eyes. Just what was he going to do against three grown men? All he had with him were… three… little… ravenous… man-eating… fairies… He wasn't…
"Go and have a snack," Cub hummed cheerfully. He absolutely was…
The three vex didn't have to be told twice they were allowed to partake in this rare buffet. With a shocking to anyone not used to them speed, the little creatures shot towards the thugs. Pulling at their hair. Ripping any parts of their clothes they could. Biting off chunks of meat with their tiny, razor-sharp teeth.
Scar was not used to seeing vex eat. Unlike Cub who found the creatures both fascinating and adorable. For whatever reason he often compared Scar to them.
"Any other injuries I need to know about?" Cub asked kneeling and checking over Scar. "Ignore the vex, focus on me, I might have to leave the bolts in until I have you somewhere dry," the alchemist fretted over the sorcerer, completely ignoring the gross noises of the meat-feast. "Whatever you do no fall asleep."
"How did you even find me here?" Scar asked, mostly as a distraction. Cub's face was was doing great job distracting him from all the blood and gore vex were currently eating. The thugs were already dead and quiet… Those little guys were really scary… and Cub lived in a forest fill of them…
"You didn't activate the mark on purpose?" Cub asked back. "Of course you didn't, you're too stubborn to do it," he huffed picking Scar up, staying very mindful of his back. "We're going," he whistled at the vex who gladly returned to him. All three were very happy, full and covered in blood and tiny chunks of flesh. "Okay, let's Scar home," he hummed as he teleported them to his forest house.
Scar pretended hering what he said, didn't make him feel all warm and tingly. He would not mind spending more time with Cub, even if vex were involved… But he'd probably be more careful about calling fo Cub's help, especially if he'd bring vex with him…
Scar messed up. He knew he did. At least this time it was because he tried doing something good.
The town he came to was under a rule of an asshole lord who hoarded all the magic to himself and the local population was in need of some basic magic services which he provided at quite the premium price. No cutting corners, full honesty. He was being a good person. But being good, even though it paid well, didn't always end well. In this case, it ended with several crossbow bolts stuck in his back, nothing too deep or that a potion couldn't fix. Still rather inconvenient.
Just like a group of three thugs of the lord that were still chasing him… Cub would be so angry if he got in trouble so close to his forest…
"Shit…" Scar cursed. The alley he ducked into was a dead end. And the other end was already blocked by the thugs. And Scar had no athletic ability. And would rather not kill some lord's thugs, even if he was out of tricks that would get them off his tail. Unfortunately this time, he was quite far from Grian and Mumbo's stomping grounds…
As he pondered what to do, some subconscious part of him send a spark of magic to a sigil at the back of his neck. The sigil was left there by Cub, last time Scar came by avoiding his many troubles, and spurred some questions, mainly from Grian and about how to locate Cub if they could not find Scar. Scar would rather these two don't meet, it would probably end in a good, old-fashioned fistfight… Not something Scar wanted to see - he was quite sure Grian would lose…
When that tiny bit of mana reached the sigil, some distance away Cub felt it and instantly got ready. The three vex that were hanging around his house were very on board with going along. They all liked Scar and the candy he always brought to appease them. Not that he needed it with Cub's mark on him but it wasn't like Cub told him. Even if he was just a humble alchemist, Cub still knew how to teleport.
Scar sat in the mud, the night was very rainy and it was thundering, blinking stupidly at Cub's back. And what a sight he was.
His long braid was a bit messy and whipped back and forth in the wind. He was missing his coat so his loose and usually billowy shirt was quickly soaked with the rain and sticking to his skin. And, as if the slight glow of the three tiny vex-fairies wasn't making him look hot enough, he was wearing his glasses, as Scar noticed when the alchemist glanced back at him.
"Scar, Scar, Scar," Cub tutted, ignoring the three thugs. "What kind of a mess did you get yourself into this time?" he sighed and pet one of the vex. "You guys hungry?"
"Who the hell are you!?" the biggest thug yelled over the howling of the wind.
"Just a humble alchemist with a few little friends," Cub smiled at the thugs. "And you dared hurt one of my friends, and my little friend's favourite," his pretty face twisted into a mock pout.
Scar watched Cub with wide eyes. Just what was he going to do against three grown men? All he had with him were… three… little… ravenous… man-eating… fairies… He wasn't…
"Go and have a snack," Cub hummed cheerfully. He absolutely was…
The three vex didn't have to be told twice they were allowed to partake in this rare buffet. With a shocking to anyone not used to them, speed the little creatures shot toward the thugs. Pulling at their hair. Ripping any parts of their clothes they could. Biting off chunks of meat with their tiny, razor-sharp teeth.
Scar was not used to seeing vex eat. Unlike Cub who found the creatures both fascinating and adorable. For whatever reason, he often compared Scar to them.
"Any other injuries I need to know about?" Cub asked kneeling and checking over Scar. "Ignore the vex, focus on me, I might have to leave the bolts in until I have you somewhere dry," the alchemist fretted over the sorcerer, completely ignoring the gross noises of the meat feast. "Whatever you do not fall asleep."
"How did you even find me here?" Scar asked, mostly as a distraction. Cub's face was doing a great job distracting him from all the blood and gore vex were currently eating. The thugs were already dead and quiet… Those little guys were really scary… and Cub lived in a forest full of them…
"You didn't activate the mark on purpose?" Cub asked back. "Of course, you didn't, you're too stubborn to do it," he huffed picking Scar up, staying very mindful of his back. "We're going," he whistled at the vex who gladly returned to him. All three were very happy, full and covered in blood and tiny chunks of flesh. "Okay, let's Scar home," he hummed as he teleported them to his forest house.
Scar pretended hearing what he said, didn't make him feel all warm and tingly. He would not mind spending more time with Cub, even if vex were involved… But he'd probably be more careful about calling for Cub's help, especially if he'd bring vex with him…
