Issue #41-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Erick arrives back at Valravn manor at the same time his stoic cousin is yanking open a mystical gate in the human’s realm. His first matter of business is to change his clothes then bathe the sorcerer decides, tugging at the soft leather belts platinum buckle as he stalks towards his bath, the soft rustle of ebony wings falls off as a rather insistent pounding on his chamber door commences.

“By Hesprat`s loins!” Erick spits and narrows simmering aquamarine eyes at the portal. Dante hops across his large bed leaving onyx feathers and who knew what manner of lice behind him. THAT was why he never had a familiar!”Enter!” he snarls whipping his belt free then tossing it at the raven before the thing defecated on his pillowcase.

“Master Rayvenwing, I am sorry for the harsh knocking,” Brun states mildly as he moves through the doorway.

“What is it you wish Brun?” Erick asks working on the small dark buttons of his shirt now.

“I`m not quite sure how to tastefully express what the quandary is milord,” the servant replies meekly, moving across the darkly paneled suite to retrieve the masters belt from atop the duvet. Two dark eyes follow the older man from atop the beds velvet canopy.

“Just spit it out man!” Erick huffs pulling an arm free from his soiled shirt, forgoing the usual removal of cuff links first.

“Yes milord,” Brun replies dutifully hanging the belt in the huge armoire beside its brethren.” Sir Darkvale and his daughter Miss Dominatria are currently awaiting your presence in the parlor.”

Erick stops all movement and perhaps lung function as he stares openly at the indentured servant with his shirt hanging from his left arm limply. Brun carries on in his domestic duties as a log sparks and shuffles in the fireplace.

“Did they say what they wanted?” Erick inquires as his boots remain stuck to one particular spot atop the round hand-woven rug that covers much of the wood flooring. Brun closes the armoires carved doors quietly.

“There were numerous accusations from Sir Darkvale milord. None of which I took credence in mind you.”

“Accusations pertaining to WHAT man!?” Erick asks finding a rather nasty churning beginning in his gut.

“Sir Darkvale seems to be under the assumption that you sullied his daughter`s reputation milord,” Brun answers delicately as he bends over the wide mattress to brush the raven feathers off before turning down the thick coverings. “He demands retribution it seems.”

“Brun I NEVER slept with the minx!” Erick coughs out tripping over his dangling sleeve.”We may have had a minor escapade but at NO time did my prick ever come in contact with any part of her maidenly flesh! Gah! This is why I detest this realm!!”

“Yes milord it is a realm that inspires detest. Shall I let them and the rest of the coven know you`ve returned?”

“The REST of the coven?!”