Recent content by MarX

Interested!

As Cassandra took a seat, Ben followed suit, sitting himself crisscrossed in a big soft patch of clover. “Yeah! Sooo.. how long have you witches been here? And are there by any chance other magic or so-called “mythical” beings in these woods??” He rambled, getting more and more passionate about...

“Oh damn.” The thought of it made his forehead sweat. Possibly having his brain turned to sludge was beyond worse than the grounding he anticipated. “I… think I’ll take my first option, please and thank you.” He laughed albeit somewhat nervously, hoping there were no side effects to this spell...

“Sounds like a good idea!” Ben firmly nodded before he curiously went on. “I mean, I figured I better keep hush-hush about this yet.. I’m not immune to a slip of the tongue. Better safe than sorry.” He then flashed a big toothy grin. “This spell’s got nothin’ on me hunting ghosts ‘round here...

Before he could even start soaking in his new surroundings like a sponge, the moment that they appeared in the coven, Ben couldn’t help being stricken with awe and bewilderment. He would say he could almost feel the magic radiating off of the other in that split second. It left him with only the...

His brow twitched at the mention of who she claimed to be her father, a bit skeptical since it was a pretty big statement, but ultimately accepted it with slinked shoulders. Who was he to know? Anyhow, Cassandra did have a point. Ben may have been getting a little too energetic. And so a serious...

“Mess? ..Possibilities?” Ben didn’t quite see this scenario the same way as the witch and neither did he understand it at first - why finding out about them might possibly be a problem, but he was getting to go to their secret lair! That was all that Ben could really care about. Well, that, but...

That sucks, though Ben is determined to infiltrate this coven regardless of his lack of abilities (mwahaha!)

If so, it would be really cool if Cassandra took Ben under her wing! He’d absolutely love learning magic c:

Ben could hardly contain his joy. Although he may not have found what he came here for, what he wound up with was just as - if not a million times more thrilling! On one hand he couldn’t believe the magic he had witnessed yet he had no reason not to. Now he didn’t know if this witch was...

If this was a ghost, it sure as hell was the weirdest one he’s ever seen! Well, it would be the only one he’s seen, but still. Something about this person didn’t seem to fit the bill for a spector. He could feel it in his gut while trying to make sense of what he was facing. Once just a head...

While Ben’s heart raced with his curiosity, he dug his knuckles just enough into the dirt to bounce out of the small space. Yet the beating in his chest would stop as his amber irises locked dead on at Cassandra. Instantly, a high-pitched squeak popped out of Ben. And simultaneously, he...

Just as he was about to fade into a dream, hearing the loud, out of place sound of cracking wood made his eyes open wide and every hair stand on end. It seemed a little early for ghosts to be so active in light, but that thought wasn’t the first to cross his mind as he silenced himself...

Yeah, only pure trolls it seems, with the exception of me (so long as I feed him) he will usually eat whatever winds up in the traps but there are times he’s been especially picky… *and he nods with pride* Indeed it is - and there’s plenty more. Wanna see?? *he had been grumpy before, but a...

*he squints his eyes before holding his light up to get a better look at the troll to blink, surprised by the wolflike features* Your a mutant?! HA nevermind - my lusus won’t even sniff your way… unfortunately