The Velveteen Sorcerer vs. The Infernal Carrot

As the Velveteen Sorcerer stooped to ascertain the direction his quarry had headed, an ugly, sickening feeling welled up in the back of his head. A decayed odour and flavor of corruption, of rot played havoc across all his senses. Something unclean watched him from the shadows.

With all the speed he could muster he flung himself to his left as the infernal thing passed inches from his head. He whirled on one foot, exploiting all his dancer's grace, as the arcane fires welled up within him. A moment hung, bereft of time, as they studied each other. Without a twitch of warning, the Infernal Carrot flung itself at his throat, intending to rend him stitch from stuffing.

No flinch, nor blink, played across his studied features. There was no extra tension in his stitches as arcane fire leapt from his hands and engulfed the hell-born root binding it in place. It hung, suspended, still twitching with the lust of violence, as the Velveteen Sorcerer prepared to slice it up for his evening meal.

"There has got to be a better way to find a tasty carrot," he muttered to himself.


© me, you bastiches.