Xavier Huffington isn't the average 22 year old male that he has been able to make others believe. Born to the Huffington witch family, and the sole survivor of the huffington massacre he has done well for himself. He lives in a large forest miles from any town or city in the Avalon kingdom. Though there were many technological advances, making it harder to be a witch, medicine was still needed. And thus Xavier put his magic to great use. Xavier believed that if he used his magic for good that he may be spared though he was still cautious and his familiar, Tariun often reminded him of being cautious especially when witch hunters were spotted in the small town he was helping.
It was early morning, before the sun rose. Xavier put on his tan cloak his familiar sitting by the door, "hurry up Xavier we haven't got all day. We must collect ingredients before a witch hunter spots us" Tariun said his tail wagging lightly.
"I know I'm not an idiot Tariun" he said with a sigh
It was early morning, and tension was so thick in the woods, it almost made the air unbreathable. The sky was dark, and everything was still. Not a bird chirped, not a bug buzzed. What was the reason for this eerie silence? The hunter perched on Xavier's roof, unmoving. His sharp silver eyes watched, hidden behind the devil child's chimney. He was wounded in several places, and the metallic scent of blood filled the small clearing. He'd tried to attack a bear earlier. A huge, black beast which had almost killed him. Turns out, not even Kaldo with a knife was a good match for it. He'd nearly died. Of course, that didn't mean anything. He 'nearly died' every day. Kaldo was putting his life on the line every time he attacked a witch. The young ones were especially deadly. They were filled with wild magic they had no hopes of controlling. It made for an interesting hunt, if nothing else.
So now, he waited. Silent. Deadly. His whole body was tense as a spring, and the iron knife in his hand gleamed wickedly. Iron burned witches. He would have preferred to have some silver alloys mixed into it as well, for the werewolves he encountered every now an then. But the blessed blade would have to do. It would burn anything demonic. And if that wouldn't kill Xavier, he'd soaked the blade in poison. The demonic son of a devil was done for.
Xavier had an eerie feeling so inside the basket he was going to use to gather herbs was a smoke screen potion. He keeps a hand on it as his familiar and he slipped out of the home and were making their way to the clearing. His pale blonde hair blew with the wind covering is silver gray eyes. The sun still not up made it difficult to see obstacles in his path but his familiar guided him and stopped looking at the roof of the home, "Xavier I believe we have company " Tariun growled getting infront of his witch in order to protect.
"Obviously the smell of blood is thick. Clearly an injured company...come out I can help you. I am a healer" he said not showing the fear that it may be a witch hunter come to claim his life.
Kaldo paused. He'd planned on hopping off the roof behind the witch and stabbing him in the back. Not overly glamorous, but effective. Then he would have had to deal with his bitch of a familiar. After the fight with the black bear the day before, he wouldn't have gotten away too easily. "How nice of you," he said softly, his rough voice resounding throughout the clearing. The echo made it sound much spookier than he'd intended. Then again, if you were planning to kill someone, scaring them was 90% of the work. Fear, he'd found out, was an effective ally. It reduced his victims to a trembling pack of nerves. Stole their common sense away. And made for much cleaner, easier work.
He tucked the dagger in his back pocket and slid off the roof gracefully, landing in front of Xavier; blocking his retreat back in his excuse for a house. "And what is a healer doing so far into the woods, with nothing but a talking dog to protect him?" He took the two in, as a predator might take in it's pray. His eyes were old and calculating. If he played this right, he would be healed, and reach his monthly quota. The quota had become harder and harder to fill as witches disappeared. And if he didn't fulfill it...he dared not think about that.
First order of business was to stop scaring them, however. "How much does one have to pay for some antiseptic?" He asked, his voice becoming softer, his eyes loosing their edge. He rolled his shoulders back, ignoring the crack his spine gave. With that one action, he suddenly seemed ten years older and twice as weary.
Xavier heard the voice thus clearing any suspicions of imagining the feeling of being watched. He bit his lip hoping he wouldn't have to fight for his short life. All he wanted to do was help those in need, but would that end?
Tariun growled protectively as a male slipped off the roof. Xavier looked at him, "I like the solitude thank you very much and his name is Tariun. So use it" he said simply as he peeked at Tariun who was uneasy about the man standing infront of them. As was Xavier but he hid it well.
"Typically about 100 jewels" he said as he was looking at the man infront of him. He could tell this was infact a witch hunter. But he was a man who loved to help people so if this would be his last client then so be it. But he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Kaldo blinked. "You use jewels?" he demanded, sounding appalled. "See, this is what is wrong with this world. Nobody used the same currency, storm it." Who the hell used jewels??? For a second, he dropped his guard. Gone was the hardened witch hunter he'd been pretending to be in front of people. The old spark which had gotten him in so much trouble when he was young was back. For one moment. One moment only. And then he was back, biting his tongue to keep more words from pouring out. "Sorry," he said, taking a deep breath as he regained his composure. He dug through his pouch and pulled out the golden coins they used back home. "Can I pay you in gold? I haven't been in this area long enough to get any jewels." Why the hell are you making conversation with the devil's spawn? If the other witch hunters saw you....Still, the places where the bare had dragged it's filty claws over his skin stung like motherstorming hell. And they would probably get infected. And then he would die. And wouldn't fulfill his quota.
Xavier listened to him rant and he chuckled silently, "it does make it complicated doesn't it? Yes I can accept gold as well" he said Tariun nudged him, "we need to speak" tariun said unamused that his witch was speaking to a witch hunter with great ease.
"Not now Tariun " he said sighing as he watched the man infront of him
"Thanks," he grumbled, still upset at the blood culture shock. He'd thought stuff like this would stop happening after a few years on the job. Apparently not. It was incredibly annoying. He counted 10 gold pieces each worth 10 lesser gold pieces and walked over making to give them to the devil's child. As he moved, the stitches he'd given himself that morning pulled apart. He went white with pain as blood spilled down his side and blossomed on his pristine white shirt. "Storm it," he hissed, stopping. "Sorry, hold up." his hand went to his side, applying pressure to the wound. People had died from a lot less.