Thread: Touch of the Succubus (Frost x Acitar)

Some would have called it foolhardy, wishful thinking, the petulance of youth and inexperience, some may even have just plainly called it stupid to the young Magi Kezdren, it would likely be the only way the grumpy, frowning taskmaster that was his master would ever see him as good enough. His master in all his wisdom still viewed the sixteen year old magical adept with all the disdain one might expect and it was a rare thing indeed for him to ever really learn magic at all. Save for overhearing and sometimes purposefully spying on his masters craft. The rare occasions he left the tower often afforded him a more extended look into the tomes and scrolls that were often simply forbidden to him. A wizarding school it may have been where he resided but he spent more time cleaning and running errands than practicing the craft of a magi. Over the past few months he had stumbled across a particular page in a particular tome to summon a spirit of intellect in order to accelerate himself beyond the meagre cantrips and into the realms of a true magi. Each night he had done some small part be it meticulously copying another line of text from the tome to gathering one of its fairly simple reagents and now the night of actually summoning the being was here. Setting out the reagents as instructed, including some of his own blood, silver flakes, salt and a few other trivial odds and ends he finally uttered the words. The syllables seem to hang in the air an ancient language that was part thought and part word. He couldn't even remember finishing the spell, as if the power of the words simply prevented them from existing in his memory. Light flared and smoke seemed to snake in and out of the furniture making the then seem like small tendrils reaching out and grasping into this reality, a briefly horrifying visage seemed to loom from the smoke with wings and tongues lashing until the smoke all but cleared and revealed quite possibly the most stunning example of female beauty he had ever laid eyes upon. Honey coloured skin, dark hair and dark deep eyes that almost seemed to want to pull him in and swallow him. He stood there speechless for a moment, shocked as much by the result as actually successfully summoning a spirit of intellect, or so he hoped. He wasn't a particulary imposing finger, slim, short brown hair a fair complexion dusted with freckles across his nose and cheeks and slightly scruffy short brown hair, who was right now standing staring slack jawed and stunned. Uhhhh... Was all he could say his mind struggling to get to grips with the situation he was now in before he finally cleared his throat at 'her' words, she didn't look like a spirit of intellect but what was such a spirit supposed to look like anyway. Well, spirit of intellect, I have summoned you and now humbly ask your aid. He'd remembered that part of the post summoning instructions at least but something didn't feel right as he dusted off his apprentices robes trying to brush the tendrils of smoke away which seemed to hang in the air like cobwebs as he struggled not to stare too brazenly at her for fear of offending such a venerated and generally considered helpful spirit.