The Young Lord Denrick's Crusade Of Disobediance

Denrick sat in his rather glorious room, with is hands gehind his head. he was wearing his usual red tunic and staring at his book of spells.
"Every time I try to do something fun, someone tries to assasinate me or my dad for money, or I get caught casting Bewilderment on the servants... I never asked to be nobility. So whay am I!?"
A small creature beside him, seemingly a large green camelion with added 'horns' and armorlike plates of scales, spoke up.
"Den, your father is a very respected man. He's extrodinarily rich and is a cult leader to boot."
D: "If, Sol, I wanted to be with them worshipping the gods of the forge and the demons they made, Don't you think I'd be in thier service right now? I mean, he's teaching right now in the temple."
S: "... Fine, but lets go do something."
D: "Sounds good to me. Just hope noone catches us! It's past midnight."

The two snuck out thier window with spellbook in hand (well, bckpack.) And made thier way into the forest.

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Benny was enjoying the light of the full moon. It was only on these nights that she was able to use her form as a full wolf. It felt so...natural. She felt completely at peace, and as she had eaten just the day before, she had no need to hunt. She was stalking through the long grass, looking for something interesting to do, when she found an odd scent. Two, really. One was the smell of magic, which tickled her nose and made her sneeze. The other seemed to be a creature, but it was nothing that she had encountered before. She decided to follow, and see where (and to what) it would lead.

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The twelve year old sat down on a log and whipped out his spellbook. "Sol, you're my fammiliar, you're supposed to think up cool things to do."
S: "WHAT?! where does that book of yours say that!? nowhere! Your boredome isn't my concern. HOwever MY boredom is certainly yours. Hehe. Now, how about dueling knights?"
D: "You do like that one, don't you?" He grinned as he mumbled a few short phrases in latin and two whisps of darkness formed into grand armored knights in dark armor. One with a red shield, the other with a blue one. Denrick held a conductor's wand in his hand as he directed his knight. The minni-dragon did the same... with his tail. Denrick appeared to be winning.

Benny followed the tracks until she could smell the creatures who had formed them nearby. She krept on her belly in the long grass until she could see them clearly. There was the boy who reeked of magic, and the odd reptilian creature. Before them stood two large shadows, and as Benny watched the two began to fight. They had no scent other than the itch of magic. The boy held a stick, which he moved back and forth in time with one of the shadow's motions. Benny snuck forward, her eyes on the stick and her tail waving madly.