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Title: On the Streets (part 4)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 856
Follows from On the Streets part 3
The arc is posted here http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/622388.html
Tremendous thanks, I think, to onecrazycanuke for the mutual prodding to carry on stories in this The Wizard's 'Verse and pointing out the location of my own post so I could do this. So more of Poof's story, a young feral familiar, but first....
The tall lean man turned to the shelter's attendant, Mr. Aubergine, holding a finger to his lips after he was sure the now medicated kitten was sleeping again. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a thin collar, so light in weight that it seemed to float, and somehow with one hand fit it over the kitten’s head where it settled around his neck without disturbing any fur. Carefully the man set the kitten back into his blanket nest and stood motioning for Aubergine to follow him.
In a low voice, “the medicine should make him sleep well into morning but if he does wake and tries to apparate he'll find it won’t work. The collar has a special feature which if he does manage to escape, I can apparate him right back to where I want him. He probably won’t even know he’s wearing it.” With a stern look at Aubergine, “don’t mention the collar to him and keep him away from the other cats. He’s still contagious and what he’s got, 3F, can be deadly as I mentioned before. I’ll be back in the morning and then your small familiar and I will have a talk.”
Aubergine nodded through all of this, resolving to top up water and kitten kibble before leaving so the newest inmate would have another reason to tarry if he should wake early in the morning. Still he had to ask, “How did you know to bring a collar like that with you?”
The man smiled, “It’s a basic feral familiar necessity sometimes. You never know what you’re going to be dealing with. It has many different features that won’t be needed here.” He thrust out his hand, “ I’m Elert by the way. You must be Aubergine. Thank you for calling us about this little guy. He’s got talent I’ve not seen often and then only in wizards.”
Aubergine opened his mouth and then shut it. Guess that explained how Elert had entered through a firmly shut door. “Will it hurt if I add more food to his bowl before I leave? If he wakes, I wanted him to have a good meal before trying to escape but you were going to give him a second dose of that medicine.”
Waving away Aubergine’s concern Elert replied, “Won’t make any difference really and I can always give him a third dose, if need be. Not a bad idea to give him food. He could probably use it, living on the streets as he’s probably been doing.” He reached into his pocket and extracted a small sampler sized bottle. “Spray down your shoes and such with this and then wash with the remainder. Normal laundering will take care of any of the 3F germs.”
“Sorry,” Aubergine asked, “3F?”
“It’s actually P4F. Probably Fatal Familiar Feline Flu. Nasty stuff, especially in a kitten. Luckily it only attack familiars, so your regular felines won’t get seriously sick if at all, just a few sneezes. The older familiars, if they’ve lived on the streets, have either had it and survived or been very lucky or been immunized at some point. Best to take precautions for those that have been lucky so far.” Elert nodded to Aubergine and walked out through, literally through, the exit door.
A half hour later in a different location, Kormier opened the door to a suspicious knocking and found Elert outside. “Why didn’t you just come in?”
“You ever had your 3F immunizations,” Elert asked.
“Nope,” Kormier grinned answering, “caught it and had someone like you dose me with awful vile tasting stuff.”
“Oh, that’s okay then,” Elert smiled thinly, stepping out of his shoes and giving them a spray before leaving them on the mat inside. “Had a familiar kitten with a bad case of it at The Cages tonight. Good thing he turned himself in there. Might not have made it after a day or two. He was pretty young. Smart too and he can apparate.”
“Could he now,” Kormier followed Elert into the laundry room and hungrily watched as his mate did a strip tease putting his clothes directly into the washer. Hands, face and neck were washed next in the laundry sink with the disinfectant placed there handy for such occasions.
After that Elert wandered with a coy smile through to the master bath followed by a very interested Kormier.
Oh, yes. Someone was going to be jumped and marked well tonight. It was a good thing he’d put the collar on the kitten, hopefully the medicine would work its magic and the kitten would sleep a little longer than usual. Elert was going to be a bit later than he’d intended getting back to the kitten if Kormier’s rapt attention was anything to go by. Having a powerful loving Familiar mate had benefits, such as spell abilities that a wizard might normally command, there was the cost though of lack of sleep when someone clamped teeth in your nape and fucked you into the mattress, if a person ever made it that far. Elert’s smile turned dirty, he wasn’t going to complain, not at all.
Continues here with Part 5
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 856
Follows from On the Streets part 3
The arc is posted here http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/622388.html
Tremendous thanks, I think, to onecrazycanuke for the mutual prodding to carry on stories in this The Wizard's 'Verse and pointing out the location of my own post so I could do this. So more of Poof's story, a young feral familiar, but first....
The tall lean man turned to the shelter's attendant, Mr. Aubergine, holding a finger to his lips after he was sure the now medicated kitten was sleeping again. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a thin collar, so light in weight that it seemed to float, and somehow with one hand fit it over the kitten’s head where it settled around his neck without disturbing any fur. Carefully the man set the kitten back into his blanket nest and stood motioning for Aubergine to follow him.
In a low voice, “the medicine should make him sleep well into morning but if he does wake and tries to apparate he'll find it won’t work. The collar has a special feature which if he does manage to escape, I can apparate him right back to where I want him. He probably won’t even know he’s wearing it.” With a stern look at Aubergine, “don’t mention the collar to him and keep him away from the other cats. He’s still contagious and what he’s got, 3F, can be deadly as I mentioned before. I’ll be back in the morning and then your small familiar and I will have a talk.”
Aubergine nodded through all of this, resolving to top up water and kitten kibble before leaving so the newest inmate would have another reason to tarry if he should wake early in the morning. Still he had to ask, “How did you know to bring a collar like that with you?”
The man smiled, “It’s a basic feral familiar necessity sometimes. You never know what you’re going to be dealing with. It has many different features that won’t be needed here.” He thrust out his hand, “ I’m Elert by the way. You must be Aubergine. Thank you for calling us about this little guy. He’s got talent I’ve not seen often and then only in wizards.”
Aubergine opened his mouth and then shut it. Guess that explained how Elert had entered through a firmly shut door. “Will it hurt if I add more food to his bowl before I leave? If he wakes, I wanted him to have a good meal before trying to escape but you were going to give him a second dose of that medicine.”
Waving away Aubergine’s concern Elert replied, “Won’t make any difference really and I can always give him a third dose, if need be. Not a bad idea to give him food. He could probably use it, living on the streets as he’s probably been doing.” He reached into his pocket and extracted a small sampler sized bottle. “Spray down your shoes and such with this and then wash with the remainder. Normal laundering will take care of any of the 3F germs.”
“Sorry,” Aubergine asked, “3F?”
“It’s actually P4F. Probably Fatal Familiar Feline Flu. Nasty stuff, especially in a kitten. Luckily it only attack familiars, so your regular felines won’t get seriously sick if at all, just a few sneezes. The older familiars, if they’ve lived on the streets, have either had it and survived or been very lucky or been immunized at some point. Best to take precautions for those that have been lucky so far.” Elert nodded to Aubergine and walked out through, literally through, the exit door.
A half hour later in a different location, Kormier opened the door to a suspicious knocking and found Elert outside. “Why didn’t you just come in?”
“You ever had your 3F immunizations,” Elert asked.
“Nope,” Kormier grinned answering, “caught it and had someone like you dose me with awful vile tasting stuff.”
“Oh, that’s okay then,” Elert smiled thinly, stepping out of his shoes and giving them a spray before leaving them on the mat inside. “Had a familiar kitten with a bad case of it at The Cages tonight. Good thing he turned himself in there. Might not have made it after a day or two. He was pretty young. Smart too and he can apparate.”
“Could he now,” Kormier followed Elert into the laundry room and hungrily watched as his mate did a strip tease putting his clothes directly into the washer. Hands, face and neck were washed next in the laundry sink with the disinfectant placed there handy for such occasions.
After that Elert wandered with a coy smile through to the master bath followed by a very interested Kormier.
Oh, yes. Someone was going to be jumped and marked well tonight. It was a good thing he’d put the collar on the kitten, hopefully the medicine would work its magic and the kitten would sleep a little longer than usual. Elert was going to be a bit later than he’d intended getting back to the kitten if Kormier’s rapt attention was anything to go by. Having a powerful loving Familiar mate had benefits, such as spell abilities that a wizard might normally command, there was the cost though of lack of sleep when someone clamped teeth in your nape and fucked you into the mattress, if a person ever made it that far. Elert’s smile turned dirty, he wasn’t going to complain, not at all.
Continues here with Part 5
