Title: Coyote and the Spell Slinger
Author: curseofAvalon (wheretobe)
Book or TV: TV and book verse...kind of. LOL
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Storm Front
Summary: a spirit casts a spell on Harry and Murphy causing havoc of the freaky kind. Harry/Murphy
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or series or books (which is a shame), Jim Butcher does tho (lucky guy). I make no money with this. Nor do I own the tale of how coyote fell in love with a star, it was told by the Kamath tribe.
Author's Note: R&R appreciated.
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The night was dark and embraced each nook and cranny of the pine wood around. Cold air weaved back and forth between the tree's, carrying sounds of animals around, scratching and singing and howling. His ears perked forward, listening closely to nature around. Breathing turned shallow as he tried to shut it out, only hearing the shuffle of claws on the ground of the woods he'd been following for quite a while now.
Not much longer then he'd be feeding his empty, roiling stomach. Not much longer and he'd have food for a few days at least. The nights had gone deliberately colder as winter neared and he needed the food to get ready for it.
As another gust of wind weaved through between the pines it carried a whiff of the prey, no fear yet, unsuspecting. A kind of smile graced his features, saliva running together in his mouth as he let his tongue loll out to catch more of the scent from the air.
The prey moved again and he followed, his feet almost making no sound on the fallen, prickly needles of the tree's. Reaching a clearing he paused, nose in the air trying to catch more smell, making out how many and if they knew.
Something distracted him, a twinkling beauty rising from behind the mountains in a soft circling dance. He sat and stared, dumbfounded. She was pretty in her blue dressing, giving her paleness a soft glow. The prey was forgotten as he sat silently, eyes cast upwards towards her. As she vanished behind the tree line he howled, deep and painful, willing her to come back into view for him. As she didn't he stood and ran, towards the end of the tree line, another clearing, this one bigger compared to the first one.
His hunger was forgotten as he hurried, she'd be gone soon, dancing behind the farther off line of mountains. He made it just in time, reaching a cliff that overlooked Crater Lake. There she was, in her pale blue dress, dancing twinkling at him. And he felt his heart speed in his chest as he fell madly in love with her.
Throwing his head into his neck he serenaded her the only way he knew how, begging her to come down to him and give him one dance.
He would wait each night from then on, watching her, following her and begging. Until he understood that she couldn't come down to him, she was too high up. He sat for more days and thought of a way to get up to her. And a long time passed until he heard of someone who could help him. Careful, the spirits had warned him, to get help wasn't easy, he needed a scheme. Needed to figure out how to get the spell slinger to listen to his plea.
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The night cast an eerie glow over the city, yellow clouds hanging heavy over Chicago, a threat of rain and thunderstorms accompanied with them. Harry had come to hate thunderstorms, the tightness in his chest caused by the static he could feel vividly surrounding his heart. The memories storms held for him weren't the best and he knew it was highly irrational to wait for his heart to explode each time a storm was brewing over the skyscrapers that formed the windy city.
With a final shiver Dresden closed the blinds and checked the wards he cast again. All safe. Concentrating he gathered the last bit of energy in him, gathering it and then with a flick of his right hand and a muttered 'ventas servitas' he let a soft gush of air move through his living room, blowing the candles out one by one. The rush of energy out of him left him yawning.
He was long overdue for bed but had wanted to complete some readings before trudging upstairs. Harry spend another second thinking about the rattle storms gave him, then snorted and shook his head softly while traipsing up the stairs to his bedroom. With a heavy sigh he sunk down onto the mattress and pulled the blankets high up, almost covering his nose and wishing the bed to warm fast. A soft thudding sound and heavy feeling against his legs announced Misters arrival and sleep finally overpowered him, pulling his eyes closed.
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With a roll of her stiff shoulders, Karrin Murphy straightened at her desk and looked at the clock on the other side of it.
11.30
Time she stopped working and wound down enough to get to bed. Sleep didn't come easily to her anymore. When she was exhausted it was fast, almost not disturbed by her freak nightmares. Weekends and days off were hell. Her mind racing and giving her head enough space to conjure the worst dreams at night. Usually featuring Dresden.
She scowled and raked a hand through her curly dark hair. Him again. Occupying her thoughts way too often lately. Friends weren't supposed to be in your dreams, and not at all in your nightmares, still he featured most of those. Him doing freakish things, gestures that made winds gust, things explode or set on fire. Monsters chasing them and Dresden at her side killing them with a few mumbled words.
Please not tonight.
A prayer running through her head each night as she got ready for bed, slipping into her loose fitting pajama pants and then pulling a top over her head. She'd brush her hair after that, then her teeth, wipe the bit of make up she had applied in the morning and then take her pills wile sitting on the edge of her bed. The last thoughts would be on her daughter, stroking a finger over the photograph on her nightstand before dragging her weary body under the blanket.
Her latest injuries groaned in protest, the shot that had grazed her ribcage burning short before Karrin pressed her arm harder against it, willing the pain to ebb away.
Please Harry, not tonight.
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The storm over Chicago formed, thick clouds filled with rain centering over downtown. Rain wasn't the only thing they carried that night. The spirit howled, once, twice and then found what he was searching for, just as the witching Hour begun and his scheme formed.
With a deep yowl he let lose his energy, lightening adding to the power of it and then he looked closely, watching the woman twist and turn all of a sudden, curling and uncurling before settling again. He noted the change in her position with satisfaction. It had been done. He would get his deal. The spell slinger would never refuse his wishes now.
He angled closer to the open window, his slender form pressing against the cold stone, fur flattened. As he put his head through the open window the curtains billowed from the gust of wind he forced into the room. It had worked in perfection. Nothing had changed her. No one would suspect. Even her smell was still the distinct smell of hot blooded female. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle again in a grin. Just perfect. How could the spell slinger say no now that he had the female involved.
He left with the wind, laughing at his trick scheme unfolding.
I hope you like and maybe you'd review because so I know if I should go on.